truth | park jihoon

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hello guys ^^
so for that pd101!horror fic, i think i have to postpone it for a while because in the original storyline that i planned, the leader (which i definitely expected as jonghyun back then) plays a very big part of it and now we are still clueless as to who leads wanna one in the future. so it's either i change the storyline or we'll just wait until the position announcement :,) no, i am still not okay.
and please do know that although the top 11 has been decided, there's a possibility that i'll be writing fics of the eliminated trainees, i hope you don't mind to take a look :)
*sighs* okay. you guys don't know how much it hurts to write about the eliminated trainees now.

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"you could've asked for something bigger, you know." guanlin points out. "i wouldn't ask for ramen in that kind of situation."

seonho flashes a disappointed look to his hyung. "you really don't know how precious a bowl of ramen is, do you?"

guanlin's eyelids flutter. "i mean, if you had the opportunity, why not take it?"

jihoon shrugs and puts his cold hand on the top of guanlin's slender fingers. "you'd have to do it slowly, kid. you don't want to look desperate, and girls would like to be treated with respect."

jisung wheezes. "this kid acts like he's an expert!"

jihoon grins. "i do believe i am quite experienced."

jonghyun covers the gingerhead boy's eyes playfully. "looks like your confidence just flew up like a rocket. too much hanging out with minki-yah, did you?"

"jonghyunnie, don't bring me into this!" minki huffs, his eyebrows arching.

"how did she do, though?" jaehwan asks, more interested to the story.

hyungseob's pouty lips curls up into a smile. "you know, if she ends up getting a better score than you, i'll flip a table."

jihoon bites his lips and looks down. "actually, she did-"

"where's the table?" hyungseob gets up from his place and looks around the room. "ah, should i just flip minki-hyung-"

"why do you all hate me so much," minki let's out a fake sob that gave a smile to the boys faces. everyone does love to tease minki.

sungwoon continues the conversation. "how much did she get?"

"i received a 94.5," jihoon sighs. "she received a 95."

"wow, tough call." minhyun says as he opens the third bag of chips that he won't let seonho gets a grip on.

"well at least i got higher than hyeop-ah," jihoon grins. "is that right, hyeop-"

it took a moment for him to realize he is already gone. silence fills the room.

jonghyun clears his throat. "let's not talk about that, shall we?"

"yeah," ong nods. "i've had enough of crying."

"so what happens after that?" haknyeon asks. "did she buy the ramen for you?"

"well she did returned me a favor," jihoon scrunches his nose, "but no, it's not exactly ramen."

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third week of training. it's a nice saturday afternoon, and kim yeonjoo has been boasting on how she got a better score than me.

well, i'd definitely rate her as a 95/100, so i wouldn't say that i was surprised.

again, as i reached the practice room, i was greeted by a crazy flock of boys that i have no idea why i befriend of. sanha was wearing a banana onesie, minhyuk was thinking of acrostic poems, hyuntae was testing out snow filters while yesung was writing a 16 chapters fanfiction that i concern is not suitable for his age. i decided to join hyuntae instead because he was the most normal, and no, i was not going to be twinning with sanha while wearing an oversized watermelon onesie (he said that it fits my fashion sense, but i won't see my fashion sense that tragic)

yeonjoo was in the other side of the room with her friends. i stole a few glances at her, and she returned it with a smile. i couldn't explain what was our relationship at this point; it was like a love-hate relationship that could only work when we find the assembling point, like the equilibrium.

doyeon said that sanha and minhyuk had a big chance on moving to a class soon since it's not long until their debut, and that they would have to share a private training with the other astro members. though i couldn't do anything, i wished i could stay with them longer. they seem to be very nice (yet abnormal) kids.

after the training, i finally had the chance to talk to yeonjoo outside. she changed her t-shirt and sweatpants to a much formal and feminine clothing that i barely see from her, her face is applied makeup and she had her hair down. i grinned, "what's with all the dress up?"

"this is not for you," she reminded.

"what is it, then?"

"i'm going to my dad's wedding later." she said shortly. "something i am very not interested in going, but i still have to because i am her daughter."

i paused. "your mom and dad..?"

"yeah, they're divorced." she replied quietly. "i live with my mom now. she doesn't have the guts to go, though, and she's asking me to come. how unbelievable is that?"

i looked down. "i'm sorry."

"no, it's not your fault." she gave me a faint smile. "i'm just.. i don't know how to cope with all the atmosphere there. i basically do not know anyone and i would be very concerned as how to not embrace the awkwardness."

i stopped to think. "um, how about i come with you?"

"excuse me?"

"i don't know, don't you think i could help you?" i shrugged. "at least you would have company."

she laughed. "do you actually believe that you'd be the first person i'd come for this kind of stuff?"

"no, but i believe that i'm the first person to know about this wedding," i pointed out. "your friends didn't say anything."

she froze. i sighed. "come on, at least let me help you. i promise i will do good. besides," i tilt my head, "what's the best favor you could ask for other than free food in a fancy wedding?"

she flashed me a surprised look. "so that's what you've been planning on, jihoonie? you're unbelievable." she looked at my clothes. "and if you really are going to my dad's wedding, i'll better be the one who chooses your outfit. no exceptions."

"aye captain."

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this story is actually barely plotted by this point, i just thought about this storyline a few minutes ago 😂 hope you liked this chapter and sorry if it was short, i honestly am still devastated after yesterday.

- yuehwa