a long chap lmhao laME HONESTLY MY MIND IS EMPTY
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we won best play yesterday and judges liked the choreography uwu my bruised knees are worth it

hackers, don't laugh at me. i could make hacking gifs related to the story but that will take too much time so no thnx....
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"we what? we roast her?"

"not just that, silly," i replied "we threaten this girl. we just found her weakness, don't you get it, seok?"

"what do we do then?" seokmin asked, "operation make jiwoo straight? give minghao a hot makeover and let jiwoo drool over him?"

"we need wonwoo for this," i simply answered as i took pictures of the site before leaving to clear the history. seokmin did the same because he only played online games. in the middle of clearing, he started wheezing, "minseul look, some guy literally searched up smut fics and forgot to remove it!"

"who reads smut fics?" i chuckled

"...seungcheol, chan and junhui."

"seok....you know that wasn't a legit question," i sighed "i didn't need to know that."

"soonyoung reads some too."

"i—"

"just kidding, he doesn't even read fics," the boy replied, "let's hurry up and get back to class!"

we spent the following subjects actually paying attention to our teacher. of course, just because there's this whole jiwoo thing going around, doesn't mean that we have to set our studies aside. well, i don't know for seungkwan though, he just slept the entire time until dismissal.

we met up with the others after class, knowing that joshua, jihoon and chan didn't find jiwoo nor the doll. "we found lots of girls in red sweaters but none of them were jiwoo," says joshua.

"wonwoo, chan, are you free tonight?" i asked. the younger one's face lit up, "yes minseul! i'm free tonight! what are we gonna—"

"calm your fucking hormones," seungkwan snapped his fingers, "she just needs you and your technology skills like how she needs wonwoo's intelligence."

"do we have classes tomorrow?"

"we don't," minghao answered

"okay," i replied, eyeing the boys, "overnight at......joshua's attic!" the boy wasn't expecting anything and his eyes nearly popped out of its sockets. he points himself and mumbles, "my place? why?"

"black magic cannot affect your home," hansol simply replies. minutes of arguing dragged past until some finally decided to go home. i told soonyoung he should just go off and rest back at the house but he couldn't stand the thought of leaving me alone in joshua's home. so we went off to gave our things ready, then joshua's mom picked us up by 7pm.

"minseul, honey, joshua and i are planning a vacation in america for a week or two, and i was wondering if you could come and join!" missus hong told me as she drove. i took a quick glance at soonyoung and yes, he was already pissed off.

"i miss having you as our neighbor, honestly," she added "with jisoo visiting you daily for advanced math lessons. i still find it cute!"

"ehh....right," i awkwardly let out a chuckle

"hey minseul, didn't your grades get so much better when you moved in with me?" soonyoung suddenly interrupted, that both the adult and i were taken aback. the boy continued to show his signature smile, "right??"

i gulped,  "um...i uhh, yeah..."

missus hong sighs loudly, "anyway, chan, mingyu and wonwoo are already there! is there a reason why you guys are together for this night?"

"group study," i answered, receiving a nod from the grownup.

the moment we reached the place, she accompanied us (more like, "me" because she wasn't acknowledging soonyoung's presence at all) inside the house where we were warmly welcomed by joshua. he took us upstairs to the attic, where chan was busy on his laptop with his eyeglasses nearly falling off. then mingyu and wonwoo were talking about books.

"why did you want us here, minseul?" wonwoo asks

"there's something about jiwoo that i found out," i explained, adding information about the site i visited before showing them the pictures on my phone. mingyu and soonyoung were both impressed, while chan just shook his head.

"how are you so sure that jiwoo does not control that account?" the youngest asked

"why would she do such thing to reveal information about her past?"

"because she's a tricky, sneaky, snake," chan answered "if y'all really want to use this as source, we should secure it for a short time."

"and how do we do that?" mingyu questioned, making chan reply confidently, "that's why you have me! i can take over the site, then when we're done with it, i could make it accessible." feeling excited, i sat next to chan and watched him closely as he pressed buttons and typed random stuff on his laptop. then he craned his neck to my direction to give me a quick wink.

"i saw that," soonyoung crossed his arms

"there was just something in my eye, hyung."

"whatever."

chan continues to do his job, and i was really amazed at all the codes he's been doing.

"chan, what's all this?" i asked out of curiosity, squinting at the screen

"ah, psycho pass is the hacking program i use. ssshhh."

"the name fits jiwoo. anyhao, what's gonna happen next?"

"we'll make everyone else unable to access the site. in other words, we're gonna wreck it."

i couldn't keep up with whatever the boy was doing. all i could see was combined letters and numbers moving and changing in seconds. i don't understand how people like him manage to do such things. wonwoo was already asleep with a book on his face, soonyoung was lying on the cold ground...singing and almost drifting to sleep, joshua was downstairs and mingyu was beside me, playing with my left hand as i watched chan in awe.

"i miss choi jisoo," mingyu pouted

"wha— shut the fuck up mingyu, you have wonwoo!"

"nono, not in that way," the boy chuckled and let go of my hand to play with my earlobe instead, "i just miss what it was like to have a girlfriend lmao."

"....why do you guys say lmao a lot i'm—"

"sHush it's fun to say okAY I GOT IT FROM HAO. LM-HAO."

i shook my head and veered off to the maknae's laptop once again

"send to everyone??"

"it's just a test, seul, chill," the boy laughed at me "i haven't used this one in a while, i'm just trying things out if something could work."

"FUCK!" chan cursed. it was loud enough to wake both soonyoung and wonwoo up, the book on wonwoo's face fell while soonyoung sat right up in shock. poor babies. the youngest ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and mumbles, "okay i'm going hard on this one."

"oh he likes it hard," gyu whispers to my ear

"get the fuck away oh my god!"

mingyu was weirded out, "uhhh, lee chan are you okay, son?" the youngest was just focused on what he was doing, and it seemed like he was really going hard on the codes. sets of numbers were quickly moving on the screen and it made my eyes hurt.

about twenty minutes passed (all of which were spent on mingyu and i's pointless arguments) and a smirk crept on chan's face. it sure made gyu and i exchange stares of how creepy and cute it looked like.

"mr. lee hacker, what's up?" i asked

chan looked back at me, showed his laptop and muttered, "can you please check the website now?"

"hey great access granted! you're so smart, channie!" the older boy cheered

"yeah yeah now please do what i told you."

"geez...and bossy too..."

"what did you say?"

"nOTHING OKAY IM DOING IT!" mingyu threw his arms up while i just i did whatever chan said and hurriedly tapped on my phone to get to secret archives. and there it was...problematic...like the author of this book lmhao

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̶̨̼̙͉̫̝̮̜̘͈̣̙̻̺͒c̵̡̱̗̭̰͋̅̀̄̏̽́́ē̷̝̘̻̘̑͑̇̇̌̓͒̄͋͋̉̕n̷̨̨̲͍͕̠̠̞̩̂͑̀́͘͜͜͠ͅͅt̶͈͓̝̒̀̍͂̎̌͆̕͝ͅè̸̡̯̥͔̥͈͒̑̈̒͘̚̕r̶̤̯̻̮̰̗͍̦̻͙̱̙̜̐̔̓̈̍́̽̇͒̓͝ȅ̸̛̛̘͚͖̐̓͊̓̍̎͆̋͘͝͝d̴̨̛̬͕̱̭͈͎̲͎͍͎͈͗͋̓̽͊̊͒̌̀̓͊͝ ̵̹̻̩̼̟̻͚̗̝̇͛̏̿͌̒̔͒͠ǫ̴̧͔̤̟̣͈̮̹̳̦͇́̈͊͋͘ͅn̶̛̩͈̓̑̿͆͘ ̶̨̟̗̱̗̙̣̪̾̑͝ͅa̸̛̳̗͙̺̼̩̳͎͌͐͂̈́̆͌̓̓̕ ̴̼̼̙͚̟͗͋́͂l̶̨̧̟̺̰̗͐̇̓̈́̐ͅi̴̢̢̧̺͔̥͓͓͕̫̙̊́̓̇͒̊̐͋̚͘ͅf̵̩̱̋́̀̾͑͑̑͘ę̴̛̙̺͎̦̦͠ ̴̘̞͒͊̀̏͑͘̕͝n̴̢̛̛̹͚̝̞̬̱̲͇̖̭̈́̓̈͒̾̀̆̿̉͜ơ̴̛̲̮͚̳͕̔̑̿̀̓̈́̊ͅn̵̡̨̢͚̠̪̽͊̈́̔̐̎̅̀͜ȩ̷̺̈́̀̑̽̀̓͐̄ ̶̻̮̀͋̔̿͘͝o̸͕̙̣͉͒̎̽͂̆̌̔͛̀͘t̴̛̟̦̞̤͖͔̦̒̔̉̓̀̃̈́͊̓͠͠ḩ̵̫͉̖̜͙̲̌͆̌̄̾̓͗̈́̈̆͘̚̕͜e̸̻̣̩̔̊̃͊̑͗̊̇̍͝r̸̩͖̳͚͆̄́ ̷̢͙̮̬̲̓t̵̢̢̛̤̼͙̰̹̙̻̟͆͗̃̎͛̿͊͋̾̈́͘͠͝ḩ̵̮̪̦͎͕͔̙̠̮̬̙̗̄̌ͅa̵̧͖̳̎̾͜ͅn̷̛̛͈̫̤͖͇̑̆̈́̇͋͋̍̐̕͝ ̴̠͈͉̩̱̪̩̟̙̳͍̒̀̕͝ͅḧ̵̨̠̦̯̖͈̣̆͒̕e̴̡̛͓̻͚͈̗̣̫̱̣̼̩̪̓́͊̓͐͛͋̀̚͝r̵̛̞̙̼͕̈̃̉̂́̄͜͝s̶͍̺͉͉͕͎̥̓.̴̨̠̹̝̘̭͙͉̺̘̤̀͊̍͊̀ͅ ̴̦̣̲͎͉̖̀͛̒̓̀̎̚͠b̷̬̩͕͉̯̅̈́̃͐͂̎̓̐̀͊͌͗e̷̪̲̤̍f̴̤̦̖̯̣̬̾̋̀̽́͊͛̔͛̍̊̈́ó̶̢̡̨̢͙̱͖̖͚̬̯͓͙̲́͋̿̕͘r̵̢̦̫̯̹̄̈͗ȩ̷̢͍̗͓̹͒̑ ̶̫̑̓͐t̷̩͎̭̖̳̭̟͈̒̎̓̃̾̽̾h̴̡͍̪̗̭̹͂͆̌͂̃͊͊͋͌͝ȩ̷̯̦̦̫͕͈̲͎̜̺̖̞͉̄͛ ̷̡̦̝̖̮͖͛͛̿͋̀̏̍̉͂̐́͝ͅb̶̙̥̖̘̙̫̬̜̺͙̽̑ͅl̶̢̡̛̫͎̞͇̪̙̦̱̜̙̗͋̀̈́̆̕̕ö̸̮̳͖̼̫̳͈̮͗̅̓̈́̎̃̍͌͊̾̽̕ģ̶͉̻̰̯̱̗̙̼̯̣̊̀̽̒͑͆ͅ 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̵̙͖̘͔̞͈̮͚̗̖͑̈́͊͛̀̿̈́͊̎̕͝ǫ̴̦͋͋̆̃̈́͊̎̔ͅn̸̡͕͔͇̯̞̮͉̯̓ë̷̢͕̩̳̭̝̦̰̪̤͎́͗̇̕͜ ̴̜̫̤̪͙͍̘͔̫͌͝ͅo̷̧̰̫͎̼͔̫͍̖͌̉́̌̕͝f̴̥̪͔͈̩͇̘̊̅̉̑͐̈́̒͒͌̌̾͊͋͋ͅ ̵̢̻͉̋̾͆̉̽̎̔͠͠t̴̛̗̹͖̘͎̪͍̠̮̊̋̈́̉̎̊͒̊̓͜h̸̨̢͇̠̘̠̲̬̺̳͖̪́̊͗̿̓̃̌͋͗̈́̃͜͠ͅẹ̸̡́̀͂̓̓̐́͛́͂̚̚͝͝ ̵̫̳̎ṯ̸͕̅͜y̸̩̲̺̞̰̟̙̫̙̒̃̃͂͐͐ͅp̴͓̹͇̺͔̺̥̥̍̆͋̀͋͜͜͜͝ͅi̶̩͖̘̊͋̃́̍̀c̴̢͍̳̪̝̞͕̗̺̦͗̈́͆̀́͐̐͂̍̉͝à̷̪͔̜̈́̓̋͒̚l̵̙̪̯͓̿̒̀͌͊͜͜͠ͅͅ ̴͉͙̀̍́̉̃̊́̒͜ͅw̵̡͍̫̹̱̜͇̒̌͊̽̂͛r̵̞̼͍͖̲̘̬̗̼̞̳̪͈̹̿͛̔͝i̷͎̬͖̲͋̓̆̆̔͗̆̕̚̕͝ẗ̷̨̤̦̝̳͈̤̜̻͍̲̥̦̩̿̓̒̌̉͘͘ẹ̶̢̲̟̟̜̭̹̤̈́͑̌̋̃͒͑̒̽̾̚̕ṛ̸̠̑̄̓̾̊̆̅̇̎̔̿̚s̵̡̬̹̝̻̗̈́͊̓̃̓̑͊̄͒͋͜͜ ̴̢̡̫̗̜̖͖̬̰̉̉͆̇̿̏̍̆͜w̴̢̢͖̮͙̬̞̽ḩ̴̧̟͊͗̉͋ǫ̴̛̤̟̻̯̰̩̱̟͓̙̣ ̸͚͇͙̯̩̮̆͒̇̊̄̈̿̏̿̆p̵̢̥̼̲̔̿̆̏̄̀̍͑̃͋͘̕̚o̷̭̠͍̘͍̙̓̈́̍̐́̍̈́̄͝š̸̢͚̘̖̬͙̠͖͍̽̓͌͜t̸͔̝̘̏͂̆̀͋̒̃̓̉̕͠͠ ̵̟̝̯̻͚͕͈̺̤̬̟̭͆͌̌̾̈́͗̚ͅs̸̡̨̨͙͔̩̠͕̜͈͈͇̙͛͂͐̽͆̐̓̂͆͜͠͝t̸̡̤̳̘̦͕͎̰̤̞̔͐̃̿̈́͘͝ͅo̷͈̫̔̎͠ŗ̶̡̲̻͓̙̬͖͎̞͈̬͙̟̔̈̈́̓͆ḭ̴̛͓͖̠̺̇̀̍̒͗̈́͒̽ͅȩ̵̪̩̩̹͖͍͊̈͑̔̄͒̆̇͋͝s̴̢͈͍̣̫̤̲̤̗͉̤͐̎̓̌ͅ ̵̺̘̀a̴̛͎̲͑̍͂̃̐̋́͒̔͌̚b̸͔̞̘̱̟̣̤̻̩̝͉̋͒͒̉͌́̒̑͜ͅo̴̱͑̂̈ủ̶̱͆̔͗̆̓͑t̶̡̛̛̽̓̍̿͒͑̀̽̂̚̚̕ ̵̛̩̖͓̰͍̙̩̭̥̘̀͛͛̌̊͜͝à̴̛̳̖͓͎̦͆́̄̇̋͘͘͝ ̵̢̯̳̊́̄͗̔̐͒̔̽̆͊̍͘͝d̵̡̨̫͎͍̩̹̞̞͕̪̹̒à̶̢̜̩͈̪̰͔̻͓̀̓͋̍̚͠ͅy̵̥̬̲̠̺̣͈̾̿̅̅̔̄̀̽̏͜͠͠͠͝ ̴͎̱̈͛̑̃͊̋̎̈́͜͜ḯ̷̛͙̃̓̿͊́͌̍͘n̵̢̡͔̪̯͖̹̰͓̤̜̏̉̌̏̐̃̔̐́͒̑̕͜͠ ̵͚̘͆͂͂̈͆̓͆̾̊̽͘t̶̮̤͌̽͑͒̏̀͒̎̅̒̇̀̎̚h̴̘̙͊̐̎̿̍̿̑̈́́͆͊͝é̶͎̱̼̲̺̟̜̗͍̪̒͆͗̌́ͅį̶̫̗̯͚̻̭͇̬̮̲͕͑r̶̡͆̉̾́̋̓̌ ̴̡̢̢̘̭̭́͂͆̏̚l̸̘̰̯̝̞̺̭̼̃̏̅͐̀͛̅͗̾͜͝͝͝ͅį̷̜̼̼̉̐̏̊̽̔͑̾̑̈͒̚͘͠ͅv̸̖͙͔͍́̔̈̊̈́̆͂͌͘͝e̷̯̣͉͈͚͈̮̭͙͓̗̣̮̽͌́̊̀͐̏̑̃̔̓s̸̙͎̻͍̳̞̭̳͐̔̊́̽̓͑̏͐̈̈̀͜.̴̨͕̙̱̯͈͕͉̃̄ ̵̧̨̗͎̰̲͇͔̓̀̆̓͑̀̎̓͒̿̐̈́̕b̸͓̀̅͑͗̉̋̃͐̓͛͘͝ư̵͚̦͎̳͓͓̟͉̰̒̈́̔̓̍̿̾̂͘̚͘͝t̵̘̲͍̥̖̪͉͖̥̯͎̟͉͚̂̅̑̓̀͛͘ ̶̡͍̝̰͉͖͒̒̿̊͌̂ͅţ̶̰̙̝̤̳̞͔̖̳̝̠͛͑̄̈́͛͋̉͝h̸̗̠̳̲͉̜̤̱̘̘͌̾́͗͐e̴̛͕̬̺̦̰͓͒ ̸͇̗̮̝̟͌͑̏͝s̷̢̧̧̝̟̗̫̳̬̖̜͕̠̔̿̎̀̕u̸͇̰̙̘͉͌̋͝d̶̨̛͍̪̫̺͖͉͔̩̠͍̈̾́͌̍͐̈́͑̕̚͘͜͝ͅd̴͖̻͇̑̒̅̑̈́̉̃͌̚͝͝ͅȩ̷͓͔͙̬̬̳̤͙̔̎̾̈̒̒͆̃̂́͗͝ň̸̡̡̧͖̹͉̹͓͈̠͍̒̀͌̇̚͜͝ ̸̡͈̞̝̫̦̲͔̞̩̆͂̋̑͗͑̓̈́̕̚c̴̖̦̞̼̓͆̆́̿̔̕͝h̷̛̹͖̹͎̘͈̖̫͙̙̰̝̝̒̂̇́̒̅ą̷͓͎̫̤͚̃̅̿͝ṋ̵̭͔͚͛̄̄̀͛͗̓̀̅̊̀̀̾͠ͅg̶̢̨̣̫͍͖̗͓͓̩͋̀͑̀ë̸͚́́̎̓̊́͆́̋́͠͝,̷̢͎̣͔̓͌́̈ ̶͔̜͉͐̄͋̆́̽̕͜s̵̹̰̟̲̬̳̭͔͚̯͇̠̭̩̊̚ȋ̷̧̯̘͔̖̩̘̯͙̎͐͆̀̌͛̉̒̑̃͊̌͜͝m̴̨͇̥͔͙̺̠̺̱͚̬̻͖͒̀̌͂͒͆͛̑́̊͐͒̚͜͠p̶̪̯͚̻͙̍̊̋̇͆̚͝l̷̨̲̹͇͚̳̮͙̊͐͊͠͠ý̵͚̙͇̩̏̃ ̵̢̢͍̥̹̩̘̺̠͍̱͒̇̉̐͝d̴̨̛̜̝̳̭̯̪͎̠͍͔͕͜ů̸͈̼͈̃̄̐ȩ̴̗͇̖͎̤̦͖̭̻̪́̂̀ ̸̱͚̦͇̙̪͕̮̣̱̗̱̈́̓́̒̄̃̎̀́̑t̷̼̂ọ̵̢̢̰̖̦̬͇̿̓ͅ ̵̡̛̟̣̺̰̯͉̺̠͍̼̹̞̈́̔̀͊̊̇̂̎̚͝ͅḫ̷̢̗͇̼̻͉̦̦̲͚̙͚͋̃̍͐͋́́͂̃́̀ḙ̵̡̙͉̬͙̪̬͈̦̗̏̐͛̋̿̒̐͊͒̓̕͠͠r̸̢̛͖̗̤̪͉̦̀͐̒͋̿̎̃̿̉ͅ 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̵̧̨̨̼͎͙͇͙̘̟͎͖̄͂̋͝e̵̛̖͖̟̖̿̈̈́͒͋v̸̱̗̞̻̪̠͚̺̥̞͍͈͙̀̌̽̈́͗̽́̑̾̋ͅḙ̷̯̠͊̐̌͗͑͘̚͝͠r̸̢̛̰̥̭̂͂̾͋͂̈́́́̔̑̉͘͜ẏ̴̡͖͈̏̈́͛̈́̑̈́͝o̵̡͎̪̩͎͉͍͍͆̎̆̎̃̆̈́͌͜ñ̷͎̤͖͓̘̠̜̃ͅë̷̺̮͖̣̤̹̟͙͈͎͓̜̖̙́͝ ̴̛̛̻̣͑͒̈́̔̑̓͌͛͆͆͘e̷̖̣̙̫̺̘̘͚͔̹̋́̿̋̑̀̓͛͑͆̿l̴̛̰͍̀̉̊̎̽̅͑̇̑̍̕͝s̵̡͕̫̙̠̼͙̱̘͉͑̇̚͜͝ͅe̸̡͚͓̪̤̭̤̥͔̞̗͐͆̽̉͋̔͛̚ ̶̦̺̰̪̻͓̇̇́̊̀͜͠w̵̘͍̟̲͖̖̱̱̘̻̬̜̩͖͐́̀̋̏̌̚̚͝ǒ̴̧̰͎̬͈̘̣̰̜̖͝n̷̢̢̠͉͕̳̟̝͓̖̾͆̇͋́̏ͅd̶̢̛͙̜̠̣̗̮̑̇͑̂̒͑̿̇͛͠ẹ̵̢͚̥͐͒̇̓̀̈́͘͘͘͜͠r̵̗͓̝̣̻͔̟̭͇͒̒͋́̃̌̊s̷̘͎̘̱̖̤̣̤̣̗̤̱̞̆̅̇́͛̈́͂̇́̈́̽,̸͕̀̒̀̅́̂̍̾̅͆ ̴̫̬̭̱̟̼̃̑́̎̄̓̏̅͋̉͆̚̕͝ĭ̸̛̗̗̳͕̜͙̺͍̳́̋̓͑̋͘͘s̴̯͔̬̻̹̣̗̫̹̹̩̀̃̀̐͊͛͐̍̑͜ ̴̤̪̘̦͖̦͋̒̽̾͑̆͆͜͝͠ī̴͔͎̮̟̻̚t̷̪̰̘̠͙̺͎̱͎͎͙̪͊̈̾̾̈́̇͗͑͂́̏̕ ̵̠͇̱̹̲̳͒̀ȁ̷͚̲͉͕̝̠̅̑͊̋̚͜͠ĺ̵̹̎͌͌̔̀̽̉̔̂̐͌̇͗ļ̴͍̲̻̺̜̗͙͙̠͍̼̰̾̉͊̒̿̌͌̄͐͘ ̴͕̎̔̋̾̏̾͊̐̾̈́̀̊̀̚t̶̹͚͎̫̖͍͑h̸̡̢̪͍͍̠̘̱̯̠̘̠̳͒́́̈́̈̚a̴̞͇͎̟͙̮͔̱̒͑̒̕͘t̴̛̮̼̭͖̆̐̈̓́̈́̇́͜ ̷̨̪̦̩̅̈̅͌̇̐̽̒͘͝ṫ̸̡̪̣͈͓̗́̃̄̒̋͋̿͜͜h̵̘͕̝͕̳̼̩̰͉̤̭͍́́̆̎̀͆̓͂̾͗͐͌͘ḙ̵̡̺̦̼̞̻̜̯̓͛̐̀̈̽ͅŗ̴̢̼͔̱̠̖͖̗̙̤͎̍́̆̇̾͌̊͑̍̍̚ͅe̴̱̘̣̠̘̹̒͊͆͗͂̿̇͆̋̈́̿̈͘ ̸̺̺͕͕̜̠͙̥̠̻̈́͂͂̈́͆̕͜͠͠ī̴̠̺͈̬̳̝̳́͝ş̷̛̫͙̹̗̯͇̞̭̖̘̘̌̾̽͋̀́͜?̴̛̘̃͒́

"how is it?"

"very bad and messed up," i answered. the boy responded with a nod and showed the same site on his laptop, which was in good condition. my jaw dropped. damn, he did THAT in just what? forty minutes or less? chan is a living legend. who knew that a soft cutie could be such a professional hacker boy?

"now that only i have access here, we'll keep it this way until we're done with your plan, minseul," the boy stretched his arms "what's the plan anyway?"

"well if you have read her blog, she mentioned her father several times. and i think we could strongly use that to get rid of her."

"threaten her? when we could just expose her to her father right away."

"something like that, but of course i wouldn't want jiwoo to get badly beaten up. it's just that first, we expose her to the school. and if that doesn't work for her, if it doesn't stop her, we're gonna have to do the father related stuff. because she included there that she's happy unless her dad catches her."

"how do we do that though? jiwoo is really tricky," mingyu sighed

"easy!' i showed my phone "receipts, y'all. she likes me a lot, jiwoo could not be tricky if i'm the bait so i'm texting her until it goes down to some serious nasty shit. just like what we did to dumb old daein."

"...hmmm sounds okay to me," mingyu nodded, "what do you text her though?"

"oh you'll see, hun."

_____________
kim jiwoo
online

jiwoo, just so you know,
i'm not done with you yet.

can we like, talk this out? i
don't want any more drama.

please?

jiwoo is typing....

omg hi minseul.
ok sure

but how about you
fuck me first? then
we'll talk :D

i'm serious

you think i'm not??

have you ever fucked two
people at the same time??

like, except soonyoung and
jihoon lmao that's nasty

no. and we didn't even
do shit, wdym

are neither of them you?

maybe just me, bb
i can do the work of 2

____________

chan shook his head, "y'all, she's a nasty bitch!"

soonyoung, who was already awake, walked towards us and squeezed himself in between gyu and i. then he rested his head on my shoulder, burying his face on my neck to sleep again. "wow what a fucking sleepy flirt," mingyu laughed.

soonyoung groaned, "shut up, asshat."

____________
kim jiwoo
online

minseul are you a flappy
bird? because i would tap
you all night, baby

are you a coma because
your cracks are sending
me to sleep lol

ah wow
just do it with me pls

will you buy me a boat

what for?

so i can row the fuck
away from you

honey no. but do
you buy your pants
on sale?

bc they'd be 100%
off at my place

li 👏 sten 👏
i just wanna talk...
drop your location

sure princess, not until
you send me a hot pic lol

k

hmmm im ready baby

k

wait it isn't loading

____________

"you're literally texting her dirty like that while your boyfriend is next to you," mingyu sighed

"soonyoung went daddy talk on daein in front of me, shut the fuck up."

____________

stop playing with me,
minseul!

all i want is a hot pic
then we can talk

k u want some hot pic?

??

i didn't ask for
a dick pic, fuck off

____________

"damn she just insulted soonyoung hyung like that!"

"who insulted me?" soonyoung mumbled

"jiwoo did."

the boy's eyes cracked open and he snatched my phone in a quick second, "minseul, you're talking to this twisted girl?! why?!!" he raised his voice. i tried to grab my phone back, but he kept moving it away from me, until we had to play tug of war.

"soonyoung let go!!" i screamed

"why are you talking to her like that!?!?!"

"jUST GIVE IT AND I'LL EXPLAIN!"

"FINE!" he let go of my phone and i squinted at the screen, then soonyoung took it back

____________

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kzjzjkKk💆💃👅😮😲☹️
j&&-&&-!!👀👨‍👨‍👦‍👦👨‍👨‍👧‍👦🦁💼🙈

are u ok. what does
that mean?

massage, dance...
ah i give up

wanna french kiss?

no tHIS IS HER BOYFRIEND

oh what a turn off

but hey soonyoung
you're kinda attractive

so what the fuck do u want

would you fuck with me
for £1000

.....yeah sure i would

____________

"the fuck is your problem?" i asked soonyoung "would you really???!!?"

"huh? no, of course not. i wouldn't even touch her with a stick."

____________

hmm minseul
wouldn't like this

honestly. but the money??
okay sure im down

she wouldn't know anyway.
i'd fuck with you then give me
the plush toy back

greedy little bitch.
okay

come here at my place

nono, u go to my apartment
instead.

____________

"...soon, you don't have an apartment," mingyu chuckled. soonyoung laughed as well and hit the boy's chest, "yo just trust me, i know what i'm doing."

"what exactly are you doing?" chan asked

"playing with this bitch."

____________

why the fuck? you're
the guy you're supposed
to come here instead

you want me to fuckin satisfy
your thirst right? it's either you
will go here or just go fuck yourself
like you always do

nvm  let's meet at the mall

fine, asshole. fyi i'm
still not okay after you
beat me up. fuck you

:0

quit it, just come there
and don't make me wait

____________

"soonyoung texting like this is making me feel like he was a professional fuckboy when he was young," mingyu laughed

"hey, i learned these from junhui!!!" hosh defended "and i'm doing this for minseul so shut up."

"how are you doing it for me when you're literally talking dirty towards her?"

"aww," soonyoung pinched my cheek, "don't worry, none of this is true."

____________

k i'm on my way bitch!
gr8 that it's not far from
my father's stupid office

i'll pick u up. what are you
wearing so i'll know it's you?
there's a lot of people rn

i'm in all black smh

i'm here now

wow k can you put your
hands in the air so i'll know it's
you?

ok

and jump, you're small. i forgot.
i might not see u

okay simj jumpign

fuck it's so crowded
can you yell "yeboi" out loud

why yeboi? the fuck?

just do it!!! i'm getting
murdered by the sea of ppl
i need to hear your voice so i'd
know where you are

chant it

ok i'm doing it

hey i screamed three times
did u hear

HEY

SOONYOUNG DID YOU
HEAR

cool. it was fun fucking with
you jiwoo, where's my £1000
and bongbongie now??

i....FUCK YOU
SOONYOUNG
IM GONNA KILL
YOU

kk thirsty bitch lmao do
you wanna talk to my gf now??

fuck off soonyoung

lmhao

____________

soonyoung gives my phone back with a huge grin on his face, then hugs me tight. "i hope you're not mad!" joshua just arrived with a lot of food and drinks for us to share through the long night. when we were about to eat, mingyu suddenly couldn't move

"my stomach is hurting, i can't get up straight," he muttered. i decided to just bring the food to him so he could eat on his place. the boy was about to thank me, but then he suddenly winced in pain and let out a groan. joshu rushed to his side to give him a glass of water

"gyu, are you alright??" i asked as i ran my hand down his back

"i'm okay i'm okay, maybe this is just....a cramp??"

"....mingyu you're not a girl," joshua muttered "anyway, watch over him while get medicine downstairs, okay?"

the boy hurried downstairs while i sat next to mingyu. he grabbed my wrist for support and his grip was so tight, it could break me. soonyoung and chan were both worried as they ate. while wonwoo was still asleep.

"minseul it hurts so bad," the boy cried "i haven't felt anything like this!" fortunately, jeon finally woke up and saw what was happening. he immediately laid his hand on mingyu's shoulder.

"this is jiwoo's fault....the plush toy," he simply said like it wASNT A BIG DEAL, "call seungcheol hyung and make sure he's okay." chan dialed the number and put the phone on loud speaker, then we waited for an answer. "what's taking him so long?" asks soonyoung. "hold on, maybe he...couldn't get up like mingyu too!"

"wonwoo what do we do to stop this!?" i panicked

"....what was your plan to get rid of her??"

"something about her father," i answered "based on the record seungkwan took a picture of, her dad works at....samseong i-dong at gangnam."

"...hmm," wonwoo tapped his chin, "i think we should expose her now—"

"wonwoo, i don't want jiwoo to be beaten up by her dad, that's not fair—"

"minseul she's phYSICALLY HURTING OUR FRIENDS! HOW IS THAT UNFAIR!?" wonwoo raised his voice, and soonyoung intervened, "hey hey, keep it all together."

"i'm sorry," wonwoo muttered "but if you want to get rid of jiwoo fast, we're gonna have to drive there to her dad and personally expose her."

"wait....but....jiwoo mentioned earlier in the text that she's in her dad's office."

"then that's better. chan, did seungcheol hyung answer yet?"

the youngest pouted and shook his head, "should we go there and check?" wonwoo ordered them to call the other members up. minghao, jihoon, boo, soonyoung, wonwoo and i will be going to gangnam while the remaining members will split up to go make sure mingyu and seungcheol are okay.

poor joshua was confused and couldn't digest all the information when he returned. "i...don't understand...what's gonna happen again?"

"ugh," chan rolled his eyes "just wATCH AND LEARN HYUNG!"

"yeah we'll get going," soonyoung muttered and fixed his coat once jihoon minghao and seungkwan already arrived at the station. we thanked joshua's mom before leaving and then we finally hurried to where the others were.

"we should just get a taxi or something," boo suggested. the station was crowded and very busy, it would take us an hour to get to our destination. "there's six of us, we can't fit in one," i replied, "we should get two if we're gonna go with that."

"k. minseul and i know the address so....performance team members will be with minseul and the rest, with me!" seungkwan announced. we waited for a ride, and fortunately, i got one first. hao, soonyoung and i were in one car, then seungkwan's team followed. on the ride, chan was talking to me about the informations on my phone so he could activate something to make the site he hacked accessible on my device. luckily, he's a pro, so he managed to do it quick before they leave joshua's house to go get seungcheol.

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"hi, we're looking for mr. kim jeongwon's office please," seungkwan politely talked to the old lady at the information desk. the grownup gave us a record to sign our names on before letting us proceed upstairs. "don't write real names," seungkwan whispered.

they all signed before me, and when it was my turn, i faced minghao for a bit, "what the fuck??"

"what?" he giggled, then i just proceeded to write.

we hurried to the elevator up to sixth floor and seungkwan was talking to the cctv camera, then he started body rolling, "yeah watch me beat jiwoo's ass, I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bi—"

soonyoung was about to join in the body rolling but wonwoo told boo to shut the fuck up. we stepped out at the sixth floor and proceeded to room 666. wonwoo knocked. and when a voice told us to come in, he turned the knob to open the door.

and there we were, face to face with mr. kim on his desk. then jiwoo was on the armchair not too far away, pinning some needles on soonyoung's hamster plush toy.

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stopping this here bc it'll get too long now if i continue. kbyeilu. please understand that i'm not updating too often because boys be already has a fixed date on when it will end, and the chapters are very limited. also, i'm not always in a good condition to update.

-jiro