9th member of Stray Kids // y/n

chapter 32 ~ unused paintpot

"What the fuck."
Everyone immediately gathers around the entrance upon hearing Chan in dismay. Minho and Changbin are standing directly in front of you, so you can't see the whole room, but it only takes one glance to see there's something on the walls. Chan steps forward so that he's properly standing in the room, so the boys in front of you follow along allowing you to fully see everything and take into account the proportion of the situation.

"Is that blood?"

"No, it would smell if it were."
Chan shifts. The original eggshell white walls were covered completely with what seemed like Bible quotes and verses. Each handwritten in a deep red. The colour was suspiciously similar to blood but Chan rightly dismissed the assumption.

"I know I won't forget all he's done. Psalms 103:2 I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ Romans 1:16... these are all Bible quotes."
Minho points out to the members who are at the back and can't see properly what's written. Chan walks to the other side of the room where the window is open wide. An oxymoron to the tension, the breeze coming through it is somewhat relaxing, cooling down your hot face from crying so much. But he slams it shut after checking outside. It makes you jump because it was uncalled for. He turns back around, looking at all the corners in the room intently; his fists keep clenching and unclenching.

"Seungmin, where is he?"
You, Changbin, and Minho turn around where Seungmin is standing behind you. He furrows his eyebrows in frustration at the question and steps forward and past you, pointing a finger at Chan.

"You're acting like I fucking made him disappear or something. I locked him in here because he was going to hurt me Hyung. How am I supposed to know where else he -"

"Okay OKAY."
Chan rubs his hands over his face before bringing them behind his head. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily for a few seconds before opening them again. He doesn't enjoy raising his voice because it makes him feel too much like his dad.

"Well he's not fucking in here, is he?"
The sound of beads hitting the floor throws everyone off all of a sudden. Minho is quick to locate where the sound came from and starts walking to the wardrobe, but Chan is quicker as he takes hold of the small handle and pulls open the oak panel door. The wardrobe isn't small by any means, but it's completely cleared out, even the rod is gone, and Jeongin is kneeling on the floor praying to a picture of Jesus hung up with Blu-Tack on the side of it, rosary beads by his feet.

"Jeongin, get out."
Chan pulls the door back so that it is wide open and motions for Minho to do the same with the other. But Jeongin stays stationary in that position.

"Iyena."
Still no response. Everyone is now standing in the room except Han, who still seems to be sleeping. Felix isn't focused on the wardrobe but on the verses on the wall, reading each one intently. His arms are crossed but his shoulders are caved in, making him appear to have a smaller frame. Chan sighs and rolls his eyes before leaning down to grab Jeongin's shoulder to pull him out of the wardrobe. Before he can do so Jeongin opens his eyes and shifts backwards so that Chris misses by an inch and stumbles forward slightly. Felix gasps quietly to himself. The action is unexpected, him being in the wardrobe praying AND disobeying Chan like that which everyone knew better not to do. Everyone is switching their eyes between the two boys, waiting for the next move to unveil. The tension in the room has now reached a new level of heaviness, and everyone shifts uncomfortably.

"Yang Jeongin. I'm not asking again. Get out of there and let's have a normal conversation like adults. You know I don't like having fights."
Jeongin simply runs his fingers through his hair and stares up at Chan with a disgusted face.

"I didn't give you permission to touch me, you're too full of sin."
Changbin scoffs and shakes his head, stepping forward, extending his arm pushing you behind him. He paces to the wardrobe and, with no mercy, grabs the collar of Jeongin's shirt and lifts him. I.N.'s hands go straight to Changbin's wrists, as he tries to resist the grip and break free but to no avail.