going seventeen | seventeen

Chapter 18: Breakout

welcome to part 1 of jiro milks her brain dry for updates

—jiro
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"hey minseul," boo called, "next time, please don't take me to a mental hospital again. that shit was hella creepy. i mean did you see......" he instantly trailed off, not bothering to finish his sentence because he was just looking outside.

"see what?"

"......."

"earth to boo seungkwan?" i nudged the boy "see what?"

"nothing," he laughed it off. as someone who's been with seungkwan for like, five centuries now, i know when he's acting weird. and this time, well, it's really obvious. jihoon and wonwoo didn't bother paying attention to it though. the two of them are already minding their own business as soon as we got to a place to eat.

"no shit bro," jihoon mumbled as he scrolled through his phone, "there's this kind of flu going around. maybe that's why i'm sick, don't you think?"

"hm? what kind of flu?"

"how am i supposed to know? it already 'flu' away," jihoon answered and started laughing out loud. yeah, as if he just told the biggest joke of all time. wonwoo had a concerned look on his face as he stared at jihoon, then he averted his gaze to me. "minseul, he's possessed. i feel it."

"i feel it too."

"hey, don't go talking about me while i'm here," the smaller grouched

"okay," wonwoo said with a nod, followed by small raise of his hand pointing to the door. "you can leave, jihoon, so we can continue to talk about you."

the younger wasn't happy about it, so he just crossed his arms and did an eye roll. typical jihoon. it took a while before our orders were placed on the table and we started to dig onto the plates. seungkwan was quiet the whole time while jihoon kept complaining about his food. it all feels weird, how only wonwoo and i are the only sane ones in the group. i mean, nobody is ever sane in seventeen and that's completely understandable, but it just feels different this time.

"i don't want this anymore," jihoon pushed his plate to the side "i'm done."

wonwoo slid jihoon's plate back in front of him. "you have to eat, you need something in your stomach," wonwoo tells jihoon, but the boy really isn't in the mood for anything.

"don't force him, wonwoo."

"okay."

for the whole ride back to soonyoung's house, jihoon wouldn't stop blabbering about wanting to eat fruits dipped in ketchup. for fucking real, wonwoo and i are just done with him. to add to the weirdness, on the way, seungkwan told us to drop him off by his apartment so he could get some rest.

wonwoo was the last to hop off the cab we got so jihoon and i waited for him. "yo what's up with kwan? did you see that? he was being so out of character," wonwoo whispered

"yeah," i replied looking for the house keys "but let's give him the rest he needs. poor boy must be so tired after getting stuck inside an elevator. i would want to have some rest too."

"i still want fruits," jihoon mumbled

"ah, i don't know if soonyoung has some fruits inside—"

"then buy some for me."

i stopped to look at jihoon for a few seconds before turning the key and opening the door. "jihoon, i'm not your servant or anything, okay? i'm not here to do everything for you." when we stepped inside of the house, chan came to greet us and jihoon just walked past him.