Fabulous Fifteen (An Elite Eight Story #5)

After Party

Jin was pacing back and forth. "They are not back yet. We have checked on roof and they were not there. That can only mean one thing." He said facing Unwanted Company.

The concert had already happened and everything had gone swimmingly. The fans had found the boys and brought them back here and Jin had hosted. After the show, the band had been interviewed by tons of news anchors and other popular stations such as Clever News and Access Hollywood where they explained that the reason for the appearance of disorganization and disruption at certain points of the show was because it had sort of been a last minute idea for the fans to search for them. It had gone well anyway.

At the moment, Jin and the band were the only people in the theatre for Jin had told the entire staff to go home and that he would lock up. He did not want their beloved friends to suddenly appear with Zane while regular people were present.

"What does it mean Jin? You scaring me bro." Roc Royal had been calling their friends non-stop but none of them had been answering. He had Jungkook on his lap. At one point half of the boy had disappeared but it was back now. Jungkook was still unconscious and they feared that he would slip into another conscious coma.

Jin gulped. "All of our friends," He started with a dramatic tone. He removed his hat that the others had not noticed he had been wearing until now and held it to his chest. "have expired." He sighed.

Justin's mouth dropped and Hoseok started to freak out. "Expired? L-like old milk?" Justin asked with wide eyes. He did not like where his mind was taking him to understand the use of the word in that context.

Jin shook his head at him. "They have died Justin. There I have said it." He wiped a sudden tear drop from his eye and then sighed. "My love, he was with them . . ." He began to weep.

"Jin no." Prodigy got up to comfort Jin. "It's okay man. Those idiots don't die. O-our powers make us all immortal right?" He looked at the others to help support his point.

Hoseok hopped to his feet. "They are dead! No! They were not ready! Jesy will go to hell! I do not want her to go to hell! We must pray for her acceptance into heaven friends. The Lord will accept her if we pray." He held Prod's hand and told him to hold Jin. "Stand Roc Royal, stand Justin. We need to pray." Tears were leaking from his eyes.

Jin let go. "I am sorry. I need moment." He went to the centre of the stage and sat. "Oh the Horny, the Stinky, My love, Taehyungah, Jiminah, the braided boy, the blonde, the brunette and the curly haired." He was shaking his head. "They were so youn-" He suddenly heard screaming from on top of him and looked up. Before he and the other boys could scream they felt the weight of many fall on them.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Perrie said struggling to get to her feet. She fell back onto her side because her body was in too much pain. She stayed and moaned on the floor.

Ray got slowly to his feet and looked around at the suffering teens. "What . . ." The last thing he remembered was dying in a tornado. He looked at his arm. It looked horrible and his skin sizzled and burned. He had sand all over him and there was sticky blood. "What the hell happened?" He asked trying to open one eye which was closed shut. There was sand in it.

Jesy sat up now. "My body! It hurts!" She was looking around quickly. "Wait . . . where are we? Weren't we dying a while ago?" She spat sand out.

Hoseok hugged Jesy who was in his lap. "The Lord saves!" He started showering her with kisses.

Jesy cringed. "Ew. Can't you see that I look like bloody oatmeal? What the hell is wrong with you?" She tried not to giggle when he got to her neck. It actually hurt. "Stop it!" Her skin was very sensitive at the moment and from what she was seeing, she was not the only one. "Ewwwww we all look hideous."