Dreams

Chapter 28

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Jaehee's POV - 9:00 p.m - Apartment, Hannam

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After the show had finished, Cho PD had released us without making us help pack up, which surprised me. Big time. I was expecting to at least have to help clean up the mess the prep room was in, but nope, when we got back, to the room he had sent us outside where there was a bus ready to take us home.

So here we are now. Sitting at the dinning room table, chowing down on an extremely late dinner of homemade ramen that Jitae and Jingya there together for us. Compared to the store bought stuff it was surprisingly good.

"We should do more stuff like that." Minji said after everyone had slowed down their eating.

"It's not exactly easy to get idols to invite you backstage all the time, Minji, we've just been getting lucky so far. Especially thanks to you and Rome." I pointed out waving my chopsticks around in the air in the shape of heart.
I giggled at the sight of her stuggling to use hers. The other day we had gone through a crash course with those who didn't know how to use chopsticks and now they we're sorta getting the hang of it, but it looked ridiculously funny.

"I mean going to shows like that, not the backstage part." She blushed and fummbled with the chopsticks, picking at the ramen in her bowl.

Just then there was a knock on the front door. "I'll get it!" I jumped up to answer it since I was the closest.

I walked over to the door and pulled it open. "Annyeo- WHAT?!" I stopped myself and shouted when I saw who it was, then flung the door closed in their faces and ran back to the table and sat down, continuing eating my ramen as if nothing had happened.

"Jaehaee... What was that?" Jitae asked with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some kids trying to sell stuff." I lied. I can't tell them seventeen was standing on our doorstep. Especially not Jitae.

They knocked on the door again. Without saying anything Angel got up with a smile and skipped happily over to the door. "Minghao!" She exclaimed when the door opened and jumped into his arms.

"What?!" The girls at the table shouted and stared at the boys entering the room with shocked looks on their faces. Well except Jitae and Seuljin. For some reason they were both smirking now.

"Surprise!" They all shouted when they had all squished through the doorway.

"You gonna say sorry for smacking the door closed in out faces, Jaehee?" Mingyu said. I could hear him coming up behind me, then I felt his arms wrap around my waist. "Hmm?"

"Mianhae." I muttered, nervous to speak with the feeling of Mingyu's presence behind me and the tingle of his breath on the back of my neck.

"Apology accepted." He said as he released his hug and started tugging at my hair.

"With Mingyu messing with her hair, um, that reminds me of something." Jeonghan said, stepping towards Seuljin.

He reached into his bag and pulled out an object, but not just any object, a hairbrush. Seuljin's hairbrush. "I may or may not have borrowed this the other day. I'm sorry..."

"Jeonghan!. Do you know how much I've been looking for this?" Seuljin exclaimed and grabbed her hairbrush from Jeonghan.

"Jeonghan..." Seungcheol scolded him and messed up his perfectly styled hair.

"Hey!" He pushed Seungcheol's hand away.

"Here,"Seuljin handed him the brush back. "I think you need this more than I do at the moment."

He nodded and room the brush and began brushing his messed up hair.

"So, whose up for a game of hide & seek?" Woozi asked.

"Wait." Wonwoo stopped Woozi. He didn't seem, too happy.

"Yeah, before we do anything, don't you think we should sort things out?" Yuka asked. "Its been almost a week, don't you guys think we should figure out what's going on?"

Good idea. We've been avoiding them cause of the situation with Changmin, but what if we're wrong? We never did bother to ask them about it, so maybe this was all for nothing?

"That's not exactly what I was going say, but yeah, that's definitely something we should clear up." Wonwoo added.

"On. What did you want to say then?" Yuka asked him.

"It's not that important, it can wait till later." He replied waving his hand and looking away. Something was definitely bothering him.

"So where should we start?" Jingya asked impatiently, obviously wanting to play hide and seek with Woozi.

"Um, how about why you guys left like that the other day?" Seungcheol suggested as he plopped down on the couch in the living room beside the table.

We all looked to Jitae. She was the one that was affected most by this.

"What do you guys have to do with Changmin and her plans?" Jitae asked bluntly. I was surprised that she was being so straightforward on this. I was expecting her to kinda build up to it.

The boys all gave each other puzzled looks, before Seungcheol answered. "Well, considering the fact that you guys know, or at least suspected till now, that Changmin is using us for something, well all pretty much know the same amount."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked leaning over the back of my chair.

"That we know just as much as you do." Mingyu gently twirled a strand of my hair between his fingers.

"That doesn't make any sense." Angel pointed out. "How are you guys in on her plans, but not know what they are?"

"Simple: we're not in on her plans. She's using us." Woozi explained.

"Why are you letting her use you then?" Jitae asked. "That's the last thing you should be allowing that bish, s'cuse my language."

"We don't have much of a choice. Everyone else in the company knows, but they refuse to tell us and won't listen to us when we complain about her." Jeonghan added.

"What the heck? Wait.. what do they need us for, that they're using Seventeen to get to us without them knowing much more themselves?" I asked, the gears in my head spinning with no results.

"That's probably the best question I've heard so far." Minji exclaimed. "Anyone have an idea?"

Everyone shook there heads. Hmm...

"Wait... Did you say the whole company knows? Does that mean Yoosol knows, too?" Jitae threw the thought into the room.

There was silence for a few seconds, then the boys all nodded.

Great.

Yoosol, Friend or Foe? That is the question.