⌗ IMPRISONED ™ 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀!

# 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘

i feel weird... am i in love? oh no thats absurd... now isnt the time y/n-

a grumbling sound could be heard and my stomach vibrated inside. my lips started turning dry as if it was the sahara desert. i glance to the yunho whowas next to me snack on a bag chips.

i took the oppurtunity to snatch a piece of chip from his fingers. his hand stayed near his mouth and puted at his empty hand.

while he was staring at his hand, i took the whole bag for myself and started vacuuming all the chips into my mouth while watching some cartoon on tv.

soon the tv staticed. a blurry video of a reporter accompanied with yellow italic words at the bottom of the screen.

" alert to the survivors out there. please stay in your homes or a near by shelter until you are told to go out," it stated.

after a few minutes the tv went back to normal and exchange glances. not knowing what to say, we just kept quiet and continued watching the cartoon.

" oh seonghwa do you have our clothes?" mingi questioned, peeking at the rest who gathers infront of the tv.

" yeah, you need them," he paused, scanning the tall boy from head to toe then gasped loudly.

" look at the sofa with blood! the wall too! " seonghwa yes, his finger pointing at the little red dot on his white sofa and pointed at a brush stroke of red on the white wall where mingi's were.

" oh come on hyung, its only a DOT. its not like...." jongho stopped talking as he felt the older's eyes glaring into his soul so he cleared his throat and continued watching the cartoon.

seonghwa stpod up and stomp away, only to bring back a bundle of clothes.

" everyone change...NOW," seonghwa ordered, dumping the clothes onto jongho's lap.

this seonghwa, the one that uses that voice, made jongho defenseless and timid. seeing seonghwa fuming reminds him of his mom when he was about be in deep shit and whoop his ass.

having that thought in mind, jongho scurried away.

" i swear you guys don't shut up for once" hoongjoong complained, rubbing his temples on both sides.

" says the one who nags alot," jongho's voice echoed from the room.

" shut up or i'll whoop your ass," hongjoong backfired making the rest chuckle and giggle.

it all died down when jongho came out of the room with a poker face, glaring at the older ones who was trying their hardest to hold their laughter.

he rolled his eyes and threw some clothes that he had piling in his arms to the floor.

" YOU go change," he snarled, pushing and pulling out all the boys on the sofa so that he could sit next to me.

" DIBS! im taking seonghwa's room!" yelled san, picking up some of the clothes from the floor and ran before the boys could catch him.

everybody picked up their clothes went rushing to different rooms, pushing each other along the way.

now the boys changed in clean and comfortable clothes. it was as if they turned rugs into riches in a snap of a finger.

looking at them i have admit they look way better than before and i really liked the style, it makes me homesick - i miss wearing my own clothe, my uniform that does its own thing of tightening my lungs.

" wear these, you must be suffocating in that uniform and im sure you will fit in. there is a white basket behind the door for you to put your uniform in," seonghwa handed clothes that were neatly folded unlike the rest he gave to the boys.