"Well," Seungcheol said "as I mentioned at the beginning of this; neither Mingyu or Seungkwan deserved this and hopefully the killer will be caught. We don't want anymore losses, which means certainly no more funerals." He stepped back into the crowd, everyone in attendance offer him an applause admits their tears.
"Well said," Joshua whispered to Seungcheol as he positioned himself back next to Joshua.
"Thanks,"
"It's not easy to get up their and do that; especially when we both now half of what you just said isn't true." Joshua added, Seungcheol had told Joshua all about the letter he had gotten. Joshua knew very well that it wasn't over unless they found the killer, but that was what everyone was doing.
"Hey, guys, I'm going out for a bit," Chan said whilst putting shoes on "I need to clear my head a little, I'll be back by seven I promise." Seungcheol wanted to tell him to stay where Seungcheol had his eyes on him, but after the death of Seungkwan; Seungcheol knew nowhere was safe.
The killer didn't have a set method - Mingyu was presumably poisoned, and Seungkwan had been fatally stabbed. Seungcheol wondered for a moment about how creative they could get - would they come up with eleven different methods and then save the best and most deadly for him?
"Hey, Seungcheol, Jun and I were wondering if we could go to the park for a little while. Get out the energy we acquired from that oh-so-gorgeous cake Seungkwan's mum made." Soonyoung grinned for a split second when he remembered the taste that filled his mouth thanks to the cake. His face then fell and became serious again "I don't really like being this energised."
"Yeah, sure," Seungcheol said in an unbothered tone. He flopped onto the couch and turned on the TV, flicking aimlessly through channels - he didn't really care at this point. Jihoon came over and took the remote from his hand, turning it a music channel and sitting down.
"Look at all those idols," Jihoon said, pointing to a group that certainly had a lot of members - not that either of them were bothered to count "These days idol groups have heaps of members - we could even pass as an idol group." Seungcheol let out an indecipherable sound. "The lady at the coffee shop asked if I was a manager of an idol group when I first went out to buy our drinks from her, you know." Seungcheol let out a depthless laugh
"I got that too once," He replied. The two then sat it silence for about an hour before Jihoon stood up, Seungcheol's eyes followed him as he went towards the kitchen,
"I'll get something ready for dinner, okay?" Seungcheol sighed and nodded, he would've much rather just ordered food but they were all far too broke for that. "Do you think it'd be okay if I just tried putting what's left in the fridge together? Or is that too risky?"
"What about tomorrow?" Seungcheol asked, Jihoon shrugged
"I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure some of us who have jobs," He paused to give Seungcheol a look "are getting paid tomorrow anyway." Seungcheol rolled his eyes, he wasn't really fond of when Jihoon pointed out the fact that he was one of the few members that weren't working.
After Seungcheol had gotten the letter he had been skeptical of everyone - even Joshua, as much as he trusted him he couldn't help but drop a lot of that trust. One of them was after him and he didn't know who it was.
"Hey, Seungcheol, I won't ask you to help - you don't really look up to it, but do you think you could ask Hansol if he wants to help me? I remember him mentioning earlier how bored he was. This'll give him something to do."
"Fine," Seungcheol got up and trudged to Jihoon and Hansol's room. "Hansol, Jihoon wants your help - with dinner... so get up and help." Hansol looked up from his phone and raised his eyebrows, he couldn't hear Seingcheol through his headphones. Taking one out he sat up, "Help, Jihoon, in the kitchen - now please." Seungcheol reiterated for him. Throwing his phone onto the bed he got up,
"Sure, hopefully it'll taste good." Hansol smiled at Seungcheol expectantly.
"Yeah, hopefully," Seungcheol replied, Hansol gave him a tight smile before rushing off to the kitchen "and hopefully all eleven portions will be able to be eaten."
