𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

31; 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

wonwoo nods. chan lets go of wonwoo, and exchanged places with soonyoung. the latter stared at soonyoung's hand gripping his wrist.

and, oh no. a huge wave of unfamiliar memories wash over wonwoo.

"remember, before dinner."
"you guys can't just... talk about running away in front of me and not expect me to join."

"okay."
"wonwoo?! what are you doing?!"
"i'll join. i'm eighteen, i can join, right? there's no age restriction?"

"wanna get gelato?"
"you'll see. by the way, great job today, wonwoo! what flavor do you like?"
"i'll get what you get. i don't even know what a gelato is."
"i'm not trying to ruin the element of surprise here!"

"woozi just met his brother who became a fukuro mafia member. he's going to rage. don't go here."

"where the hell is everybody?"
"well, kim mingyu, it's 4:05 am, and you played gurenge in the hallway as your alarm. not everyone likes waking up the same time as you."
"then why did you go here with me?!"
"i was hungry."

"if i immediately made a solution to our ability exchange fiasco, this wouldn't have happened. sorry,"
"no, it's not your fault."

"you're going out for homemade food at this hour? it's almost nine."
"i can defend myself very well if something happens, can i order now?"
"come on, i'll just cook for you."

"it's easier to control someone when they're a little disoriented. and also, it's useful when time's running out and you can't use your ability."
"amazing! you're a genius, wonwoo!"

"that's all i have, sadly. can you manage only with that much info?"
"of course we can, we're seventeen."

"anyway, wonwoo, i'm the one who gave you that gift. hope you like it."
"i will name her noir. because she's a black cat."

"i got you all bracelets like these. i hope...i hope you like it! i love you all!"

"wonwoo-hyung?"
"yep?"
"thanks for letting me join your escape plan that day."
"no worries."

"let me go! fu—stop doing that! SEUNGCHEOL! JOSHUA! MINGYU! SEO—"
"you're a feisty guy. say, would you like it if i sent you to los angeles?"
"LET ME G—!"
"i take that as a yes."

as more memories come crashing into wonwoo's mind, the other seventeen members watched in anticipation. this was what they all have been waiting for, finally right in front of their eyes. chan was the first to speak. "wonwoo-hyung, your tears."

"w-what?" wonwoo jerked in surprise, slowly reaching for his cheeks. and boy, it was wet with tears. what now? wonwoo has all these memories with these people now in his mind, not knowing what to do with them along with the knowledge of yi-eun and his stupid proposed world order. "it's like.. unfamiliar memories. i know they happened, but i don't feel like i was there."

"you were there," minghao states, his infamous half smirk flashed the seventeen members. "wonwoo, you have all the evidence in your mind now, do we even have to go through the case files and reports you were involved in to prove that you are one of us?"