Jisung was still trying to process the bizarre conversation he’d just had with Minho when, without warning, the son of Hades materialized once more from the shadows. This time, however, he wasn’t alone. Right behind him, clinging to Minho like a lost puppy, was Felix, wide-eyed and frazzled, his usual sunny demeanor nowhere to be found.
"Jisung!" Felix exclaimed, practically tripping over his own feet as he stumbled out of the shadows. His hair was a mess, and his expression screamed *panic*. "I don’t understand! John Pork’s name is everywhere, and I—I have no idea why! What’s happening?!"
Jisung blinked rapidly, not prepared for this fresh wave of chaos. “Wait, John Pork? Felix, slow down!”
Felix grabbed Jisung’s shoulders, eyes wild. “*EVERYWHERE*, Jisung! His name’s in the bathrooms, carved into the cafeteria tables, and there was even a message in the sky during lunch! Why is he haunting me like this?!” He flailed his arms dramatically, knocking over a stack of books.
Minho, still lounging against the wall with his typical disinterest, raised an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s because you’re paranoid, or maybe it’s because John Pork is secretly an omnipotent being. Who’s to say?”
Jisung stared at Minho. “How are you always so cryptic? It’s like your superpower.”
Minho shrugged. “You get used to it when your dad’s literally the king of the underworld. Vague, ominous statements come with the territory.”
Felix was pacing now, running his hands through his hair in a frenzy. “But John Pork is just... he’s just a guy! Why is his name *everywhere*? It’s like he’s haunting me personally! WHAT DOES HE WANT?”
Jisung sighed, realizing that between Chan’s mysterious messages and Felix’s existential crisis about John Pork, his day was far from normal. “Okay, guys, focus! We need to get Bang Chan, Seungmin, and Changbin back to the classroom before... well, before *something* happens. I don’t know what, but something’s happening.”
Minho, looking thoroughly amused by the situation, gave a nonchalant wave. “Fine, I’ll help, but only because watching this unfold is more interesting than the dance disaster going on out there.”
Jisung threw his hands up. “That’s the spirit, Minho.”
Felix, still looking confused and slightly manic, nodded rapidly. “Yeah, yeah, sure! I’ll help! But what if John Pork—"
“John Pork can wait, Felix!” Jisung interrupted, feeling the last of his sanity slipping away. “Let’s just get the others first.”
With a plan—well, sort of—they all crept back toward the hallway where the dance class had devolved into even more chaos. The goofy sounds had only intensified, with honking noises and rubber chickens seemingly blending into a bizarre symphony of mayhem. JYP was in the middle of it all, encouraging everyone to “feel the beat of life,” while Queen Elizabeth II was somehow still doing the *floss*, now with *extra* determination.
Bang Chan, Changbin, and Seungmin were deep in the madness, all attempting to dance with varying degrees of failure.
“Okay, here’s the plan,” Jisung whispered, eyes scanning the chaos. “We just need to get them back into the classroom without alerting JYP.”
Felix nodded eagerly. “Got it! No alerting anyone. I’ll be stealthy, like a ninja!”
Jisung gave him a thumbs-up, hopeful that Felix wouldn’t accidentally break something. Minho, on the other hand, simply rolled his eyes. “I’ll grab Seungmin. He’s already dead inside, so it should be easy.”
With their plan in place, they crept into the hallway. Minho disappeared into the shadows again, clearly enjoying his role as the mysterious dark force. Jisung made his way toward Bang Chan, who was currently spinning around aimlessly.
