Breaking the habit (SEVENTEEN FANFIC)

HANSOL

"Hansol-ah"

I followed her gaze. My hand rested on my abdomen. The floor swayed beneath my feet as I took a step back.

I stared at the red that was seeping through my shirt.

Oh, sorry. I almost forgot to introduce myself.

My name's Hansol Vernon Chwe. I'm 18 years old and up until a month ago, I was a kpop idol in a group called Seventeen.

I know. Cool, right? all the concerts, the fans, the love sent from all parts of the globe.

My life's pretty great, I guess.

I used to think that the worst-case scenario was us getting sacked and thrown back to our own homes with nothing.

Boy, was I wrong.

I stared at the ceiling, my chest being smothered by a heavy brick that made it difficult for me to breathe. I wanted this to be a dream. A horribly vivid dream that I can just wake up from and sigh in relief.

The door opened. I gazed at Gabrielle as she silently placed some fruits on the bed stand. She smiled "how's your day kid?"

"never felt better" I slowly sat up "nothing cheers me up more than staring at the wall and pondering the meaning of life"

Gabrielle Jung. She's pretty much the scariest person I've ever met.

she has this raven black hair that stopped on right above her chest and very unusual tree leaf green eyes that always sparkles with happiness. She's always smiling but don't let that fool you.

she may look innocent and carefree, but that girl can easily break your self-esteem in a half with just a couple of sentences and a glare.

It's basically a cross me and you die deal but let's not get into that.

I watched her drag the table over to me "how is Hyung's case?"

She stiffened. Her lower lip quivered. She lowered her head as the tears that she suppressed ran down her cheeks.

In a split second, I knew the answer.

She sat down on my bed, her shoulders shaking. She covered her face with her hands to stifle her sobs.

I grabbed a roll of tissue. She began to mumble something incoherently.

I rubbed her back, calming her as she wiped her eyes with the tissue.

"they- they said that he killed them"

My eyes widened. that's impossible. Ji Soo's not capable of doing something as crazed as that. he's not the type that will kill the people who spent years and years by his side just because of an argument.

"I showed them his files. Ji Soo doesn't have any mental illness. They didn't believe me"

I shook my head "did you tell them to re-investigate?"

"what for? They have everything they needed to pin it on him"

She sniffled, wiping the stray tears that trickled down her face "the least that I can do for him is to clean his name up. I don't want him to be remembered as a psychopath that killed his members"

She glanced up at me, her eyes hopeful "but you saw something right?"

I let out a harsh breath "it wasn't that much, really. They were already dead when I got there"

"you must've at least seen someone or something"

"no, not really"

She stared at me, her eyes boring into me "what do you mean?"

"I kinda saw this black figure before falling"

"what else?"

I shut my eyes. I hung my head and massaged the back of my neck. "men yelling. The door opening. Footsteps. Then an engine"

"car?"

"I think. Could be a bike though"

She fell silent.

I stared at her as she gazed blankly at the wall. She met my gaze "I have this friend. He's good in hypnotizing"

I raised my eyebrows, not exactly sure where our conversation was going "what?"

She rubbed her hands together. "I have this theory that the face of the culprit is hidden underneath your subconscious—"

"I'll do it"

She stared at me, hesitation seen in her face. I nodded and clenched my jaw. I always wanted to know why a person would want to murder us all just for performing.