anywhere // : jihan [slow updates]

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** This chapter takes place at the same time as the previous chapter **

Jisoo's P.O.V

I shut my locker, yawning gently and reaching up to rub my closed eyes. These past few weeks had been really tiring for me, and I bet for quite a few others too. High school. When I opened my eyes, Choi Seungcheol was standing in front of me. I blinked a few times and then smiled a little, speaking to break the awkwardness of just staring at each other.

"You're Jeonghan's best friend right?" I said, stretching my arms and slinging my book bag back over my shoulders. Seungcheol chewed on his bottom lip and then nodded. "Yeah! Have you seen him today? I've been looking all over school and I can't find him."

I ran my fingers through my hair guiltily. "Mm..no. I haven't seen him since yesterday. Don't you live with him, though?" I asked quietly. I haven't even tried to speak to him since yesterday. In fact I was even hoping he wouldn't show up to school today so I wouldn't have to deal with the guilt of breaking his heart in front of him.  Of course either way I'd have to deal with it.

I guess I got my wish.

"Yeah, but I haven't seen him since yesterday either, which is what's pissing me off. We were all asleep together and when I woke up, he was gone!" Seungcheol was obviously worried, but for some reason, I wasn't. It didn't seem odd to me that Jeonghan had left before the others. "Maybe he just..left early? I don't know. Don't worry too much, I'm sure he's fine." I murmured, though I was trying to convince myself more than anyone else honestly.

"Fine? No. He's not fine. His spirit was like completely destroyed yesterday. He was so hurt, and I know Jeonghan. I know him, when he's sad he just wants to cuddle and cry and watch movies. I'm positive something isn't right." Cheol looked at me with pleading eyes, as if he wanted me to do something about it, and as much as I wanted to just pretend like yesterday didn't happen, I knew I couldn't. Junhui did something really evil. I did something really evil too.

"Okay...so, he's not at school and he isn't at your apartment. Did you try calling or texting him?" I yawned once again, leaning against my locker.

"Yeah! I called three times and it when to voicemail all three times so I left him voice messages. I texted him like seven times too, but  they're left on delivered..." Seungcheol crouched next to me, a frustrated pout spreading across his face. "Can you..maybe.."
He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

"What? No way." I crossed my arms.

"Jisoo."

"Not after what I did to him!"

"Jisoo please! All you did was reject him, he's not going to hate you forever."

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Yes he is. I'm probably the last person he'd want to talk to. But, regardless...I should still help out... I opened my eyes back up and pulled out my phone. "Alright, I'll try calling him." I sighed. Seungcheol stared at me expectantly. "What? You want me to do it now?" I raised my eyebrow. "You just pulled out your phone didn't you? There's no point in putting it off. Jisoo, listen okay?" Seungcheol's voice got suddenly serious- a switch from the playfully pouty one I had just encountered a moment ago.

"I know you think Jeonghan probably hates you but he doesn't. He wouldn't. I mean- I'm not trying to expose him, so don't tell him I told you all this but.. but he likes you more than he's ever liked anyone before. I can see it."

I couldn't help but feel my cheeks heat up and I cast my gaze downwards. Something about his words made my heart jump but...that's crazy right? I'm not into boys. Or else why would I have rejected him yesterday?

Seungcheol's voice spoke again, pulling me out of my thoughts. "He was heart broken, yeah." He said in a sad tone. That made my own heart hurt.

"-But it's because you mean so much to him, right? He's hurt now, and there's nothing we can do to take back already shattered glass. But he won't be so upset if we can just talk him through this Jisoo! So we have to find him. I already had a bad feeling about his condition yesterday, so I'm even more worried now. What if he's like..well I don't know? Hurt? Physically? Absolutely emotionally, I know that at least for sure. The thing is, as much as I know him I've never seen him like this. If he's this upset he could act out and do anything."

At the end of Seungcheol's speech, I felt he had finally instilled enough worry and heartache into my own person that now I felt obligated to help him. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, nodding in agreement at what he said and turning my phone on. I hovered my finger over my 'contacts' app and searched for Jeonghan's number, anxiously willing myself to dial it.

"Wait, what was that? Jeongie...Jeonghan hyung is missing or something?"

An uncharacteristically soft voice interrupted us, keeping me from pressing the call button.

I looked up and blinked, my eyes being met with browns ones belonging to a boy with blonde hair and an upset expression. He looked like he could cry at any second. Personally I'd only seen this kid around in the halls, he was a few grades below me so I didn't have any classes with him. However, Seungcheol seemed to know him well.

"Seungkwan? Why do you look so upset?"

"He ran away. I know it. I was the last person who saw him..." he sniffed a little, looking disappointed in himself. Seungcheol and I looked at each other and then back at Seungkwan.

"Are you sure? How can you be positive?" I asked, perking up a bit from my sleepy posture. "Here, let's go sit down." Seungcheol offered, wrapping an arm around his friend. "Ah, Jisoo, I live with him too. He's close with Jeonghan too." I nodded a little bit, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah..let's go sit down and you can talk to us." I tried not to make the boy even more upset than he already seemed.

"Okay..." he mumbled, leaning into the older of the three of us as we started walking out to the benches outside.

From the corner of my eye,  I just barely saw Junhui watching us with an expression that I couldn't quite read. I didn't feel like looking at his asshole face, so I just trained my eyes forward and followed the other two.

What in the hell more could Jun want with Jeonghan? Even thinking that Chinese boys' name was making me see red. I took a deep breath.

I'll save my rage for another occasion.