There was tension in the dorm. Jihoon could feel it. Jun and The8 always seemed to be next to each other, but there was a sort of underlying worry and stress that Jihoon could sense. Seungkwan and Vernon had gotten into a fight the other day over who knows what and currently weren't speaking to each other. Mingyu was always looking like something was wrong, and everyonce in a while, he would glance at Wonwoo, who seemed to be supporting Vernon in the maknae's fight, and also seemed to be avoiding Mingyu.
But the main cause of the tension, was Seungcheol and Jeonghan. For a week now, Jihoon's oldest friends had been avoiding each other, never speaking unless they had to.
In fact, today was probably the worst day. Jihoon looked around the table as Seventeen picked at their midnight dinner in silence.
Seungcheol and Jeonghan were as far away from each other as possible, and currently, everyone was feeling the tension. Whatever had been going on with his friends was really bothering Jihoon. He had no idea what had happened, but he wanted to. It also didn't help that the two had no idea the effect it had on everybody.
"Okay! I've had enough!" He burst out, slalming his hands on the table. "Everybody, follow me!"
Not looking to see if everybody was indeed following him, Jihoon stormed outside and stood infront of their building.
"Jihoon, where are we going?" Soonyoung asked.
"You'll see. Now gimme your phone." The dancer obeyed and dug his phone out of his jacket. Jihoon probably should've thought about this more, but he just needed to get there. Everyone else had been smart and grabbed jackets for the cold Seoul nights.
The other person picked up after just two rings.
"Woozi, you'd better have a good reason for calling right now, 'cause I was about to go to bed. Also, I know it's you, because you always call with Soonyoung's phone. By the way, when am I gonna meet him?"
"Pretty soon, actually," Jihoon replied. "I need a ride."
The other person thought for a moment. "Alright fine. How many?"
"Thirteen."
"Who are you talking to?" Soonyoung whispered in his free ear. Jihoon pushed him away as the other person replied.
"I can be at your dorm in five minutes. But I'd better get paid for this Woozi. I love you, but really."
"Yeah okay. Thanks Ming." He could almost hear her shake her head.
"Only for you, Woozi." The click told him she had hung up. He handed the phone back to Soonyoung and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets.
"Jihoon, i have some questions." He didn't look at Seungcheol as he replied.
"I was just talking to my friend Ming, who's going to be here in like, two minutes to take us to a place. That's all you're getting."
"This is weird, whats going on?" Dino asked.
"You'll see," Jihoon replied. "Seungcheol, make sure everybody stays out here." He didn't have to look to his left to know that Seungcheol was giving him a weird look.
"Alright," the rapper replied, a little bit reluctantly. And so, Jihoon was left alone at the front of the pack, his hands in his pockets, freezing to death as he waited for Ming.
Finally, a pair of green purple, pink and blue headlights washed over him. He blinked in surprise, and sensed the rest if Seventeen gather up behind him in confusion.
There was some banging around in the teal van that had pulled up in front of him, then a door slid open and Ming popped out.
Ming was nineteen years old, and an insanely free spirit. Her hair was curently dark red with thin pink streaks, and her bangs framed her face in crimped waves, with two long pigtails falling over her shoulders She wore a white denim jacket Jihoon had seen so many times. He knew it was covered with band logos on the back. Under the vest she wore a simple black camisole. Ming wore short jean shorts and her signiture converse boots, and white cat socks stretched up to her thighs.
