yall are mf cute, i totally didn't mean to say that 29th is my birthday damn it's actually today HAHAHA im seventeen!!!!!! uwuwuuwuwuwuwuwu thank you so much for being there with me. this may be cheesy and i know i've said this a lot and some of you may be tired of it but hey, y'all are one of the few reasons while i'm still here. your comments and messages help me get through the tough days and my irl friends know that there are moments when i cry over them cause i just feel so loved and appreciated although i don't deserve all of you. i may have developed health conditions that may take me away from you someday but as long as i'm alive, i will continue to write for all of you and just do what i love. this is like my third birthday since i started boys be and i've grown a lot, as you can see lmhao if you compare my writing and author notes back then. thank you so much for coping with the shitty writing of a fourteen, fifteen and sixteen year old jiro! it means a heck ton to me. to those who are new readers who managed to get to this chapter and survived, thank you! to those who are with me from the start, thank you! we've been through good and bad days together, and i do hope we'll go on for a longer time. and of course, i won't be meeting all of you without seventeen! i love all of you aaaaa wish i could send virtual hugs! i just wish all of you, including our thirteen boys to live in authentic happiness and get all the rest you deserve!

this is the last of wonwoo's theories in this book! but not the last chapter. i decided to extend bc i cant let go of this book yet.

-jiro
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"two liter machine broke," minghao whined cutely, "but hey they got one liter though. so i ordered to of that because i'm smart lmhao."

"can we just like, get over with this? so you can untie me now?" mister kim rolled his eyes

"nuh uh, not until we get pizza!"

i laughed at the younger one's unusual attitude, "hao, are you...okay?" he made his way to the desk and sat there, next to jihoon, "yeah hun i'm just excited with whatever's gonna happen."

"can you not like...call her hun?" soonyoung's eyebrows furrowed as he asked

"hun. hun. hun. hun—"

"i swear i'm kicking you the fuck out of performance team."

"k, your loss," minghao laughed out loud, then i tossed a snickers bar at him. "hao, you're not you when you're hungry."

"thanks babe."

soonyoung felt like choking himself at the moment but number one, minghao is just playing around. number two, choking himself in front of all of us would be traumatizing and extremely weird. number three, he doesn't wanna be called kinky by seungkwan. no, thank you.

jihoon had just finished doing some stuff on the laptop. he connected it to a projector and flashed it so all of us will see. then he jumped off and kicked the swivel chair mister kim was on, so he'd be facing the side of the room where the powerpoint is projected. before everything started, i caught mister kim watching me intently. it made me uncomfortable, so i clung to soonyoung's arm for a bit.

seungkwan cleared his voice and stood in front, "to start off with this meeting, uh, we will be dealing why your motherfuckin daughter should not be trusted. okay? cue!" the powerpoint flashed

"just who the fuck did this presentation? is it minghao?" wonwoo facepalmed while taking care of the hamster plush. minghao shook his head, "it was a collab with chan, for your information. thanks."

"HELLO, QUIET PLEASE!" seungkwan shouted "anyway, number one. not to be mean but....wait....what the fuck is that?"

"it's binary," i answered. seungkwan starts pulling his hair, "wh—whY WOULD YOU PUT BINARY WHEN YOU CAN JUST USE ACTUAL LETTERS WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"it reads as ur daughter gay," wonwoo added

"no u," minghao muttered and laughed out loud. damn he's weird today.

"ok ur daughter gay," seungkwan tried his best not to laugh. "if you didn't know, your precious girl is a motherfuckin creep who pretended that she liked minghao so she could get closer to minseul! what a snake, am i right?!!!?? next slide please, jihoon hyung."

"...ah...yes, genesis 3:1....wh....i don't know what it says, soonyoung hyung, can you check?" seungkwan took his phone and tossed it to soonyoung so he could search. we all sighed. two minutes passed and soonyoung was still at it.

the grown up took a deep breath, "is it gonna take him thirty minutes to search for what genesis 3:1 is?"

"the internet is hard," soonyoung muttered. we waited for another minute and the others are already bored. just when soonyoung finally got it, jihoon recited the verse himself. "yay i finall g—"

"and the serpent hath been subtile above every beast of the field which Jehovah God hath made!" jihoon announced. then mister kim raised his hand. "sorry i'm not entertaining questions during the presentation," boo shrugged and continued to go on, but mister kim kept complaining and raising his hand.

"who the hell made this powerpoint presentation and why is it so bad?"

wonwoo laughed, and minghao rolled his eyes, "we were high when we made it."

"next slide!" seungkwan ordered "ah, jiwoo is a blogger by the way. she blogs nothing but lies though. and recently we found something that she posted years ago. damn right, mister kim, it's about her talking about how much of a 'homophobic' piece of shit you are! how you beat her step brother up for sounding like a homosexual!

the grown man was surprised, "....but i did nothing like that."

"what?" wonwoo asked "are you serious? at this point we don't know who we should believe now."

"i did nothing like that," the adult insisted "and jiwoo doesn't have a brother at all! she's an only child!"

"this plot twist, i swear," jihoon muttered

"but—"

we were interrupted by knocks on the door. we all thought it was jiwoo so no one dared to open it, but then minghao just causally walked and unlocked the damn door. it was the pizza delivery guy. while hao was counting his money to pay up, the guy noticed mister kim on a swivel chair, tied up.

he gasped and attempted to run to tell the guards, but minghao caught that in an instant so he dragged the pizza guy inside and locked the door.

"minghao this is wildt, let him go," i ordered

"no! he's gonna tell the guards there's a hostage in here!" the boy replied as he let the pizza boy sit down so he can tie the hands together, "soonyoung hyung, help me with this please."

"o-okay."

the pizza guy was obviously looking scared. he's just quite a small boy aww. when soonyoung asked for his name, he answered 'kyungsoo'

"we're not gonna gonna do anything to you, okay?" jihoon assured, "just sit back and keep your mouth shut or i will fucking shoot your head, hm?"

wonwoo muttered, 'hoon, this is lowkey traumatizing for him."

"i don't fucking care."

"anyhao," wonwoo sighed, "i am confused, did jiwoo really lie about everything? ever since the start? her writing seemed so sincere and i felt that. but it was still all a lie?"

"....yeah."

"no," jihoon said and stood up to point at mister kim, "i saw this fucking man smirk, he's fucking with us! i saw it with my own eyes! yo, coward, tell us the fucking truth! now i'm convinced how your family is just a bunch of twisted fuckers."

"pop a chill pill," the adult laughed "i'm not lying, okay? i love jiwoo with all my heart as my only lovely daughter. i took care of her and raised her well. i just can't believe everything turned out to be like this."

"seul," soonyoung whispered to me

"yeah?"

"i don't trust this guy."

"i have mixed feelings though," i mumbled

"what about your feelings for me?"

"soonyoung please flirt later."

"kk love you lmao."

"i would believe you but the horrifying expression on jiwoo's face earlier says it all. there's no way she'd be faking that. knowing that you did beat her up before, it's a huge deal in her childhood. being closeted and forced to be someone you're not is never a small deal. and abuse has a long shelf life. it takes a continuing toll on both physical and mental health well into adulthood," wonwoo spoke

"speak up, coward!" seungkwan shouted

"i love my daughter," mister kim only replied with a smile "i love her so much, why would i choose to drive her away like that if i love her?"

"fuck," i cursed "this guy is twisted."

"hm?" soonyoung turned to me and i closed my eyes to remember something. i know that there's definitely something i read and have to remember. "are you okay?" i heard soonyoung say, and i just gave him a nod, still having my eyes shut.

i have read something and it's still here in my mind somewhere

it's still here

"wonwoo," i called "wonwoo i remember something that i read."

"what is it?" he whispered

"jiwoo discussed family and school issues, bullying, sexual abuse and about homosexuality."

wonwoo gasped, "did you read any of those?"

"i don't remember what topic, but there's something."

"about his dad's medical papers....brain serotonin, hormonal abnormality," i whispered

"abnormality? hormones are typically in tandem with behavioral and cognitive aspects. abnormalities in male sexual hormones or the brain chemical serotonin can be factors for a disorder. hold on," wonwoo reached for his phone and searched some stuff, while i looked back at what's happening, jihoon and seungkwan were still interrogating the guy.

"minseul, this is bad," wonwoo muttered

"what did you get?"

"based on what i read, supported by what you mentioned about family issues and sexual abuse, it's a factor of pedophilia," then he started to read from his phone, "behavioral learning models suggest that a child who is the victim or observer of inappropriate sexual behaviors learns to imitate and is later reinforced for these same behaviors. these individuals are deprived of normal social and sexual contacts and thus seek gratification through less socially acceptable means."

"jiwoo's whole folder of girls," i muttered "and her wanting to engage in sexual activity with me at that age. wonwoo, do you think we're getting this right?"

"all this time we thought her mom was the worst. turns out there's someone worse," wonwoo replied "dear lord, where could jiwoo be right now? and we need to call the police. we may not be right about this hypothetical but they can help us figure things out."

"how do we do that?" i asked, then my eyes landed on kyungsoo, and the empty pizza boxes on the ground. i immediately thought of something. i kindly asked minghao to let the boy go without anyone knowing that i told him to, and just give him cash to not speak of anything. once kyungsoo had left, i waited for a few minutes before starting up with the act.

"hao, why did you let kyungsoo go?" i whined "that was a bad idea. i still think we need more pizza, hm?"

"i'll go get more pizza for you!" soonyoung cheered

"nono, i think wonwoo can handle it," i replied as i dialed the police on the phone and gave it to the boy. as wonwoo continued to make the pizza order, i went back to jihoon and seungkwan. jihoon was so stressed already, "he just keeps saying he loves jiwoo. the fuck does that mean?"

"if you love jiwoo, you'd get her medical treatment!" seungkwan shouted

"if you love jiwoo, you'd get medical treatment," i muttered, then the two boys were suddenly confused. the adult flashed a smirk. jihoon grabbed my arm, "the fuck is happening?"

"what's your name again? minseul?" the man asked, "you're a smart girl. maybe that's why my daughter likes you."

"thanks," i shrugged and decided to go back but then mister kim moved his chair to be in front of me. then he flashed another smile, "how old are you, minseul?"

"yo what the fuck, man?" jihoon interrupted, pulling me away until he's already in front of me "are you a creep like your daughter?"

"maybe i am."

seungkwan gasped, and jihoon's eyebrows furrowed, "oh, so...she got it from you."

"maybe she did," the creepy guy stood up, towering over jihoon and i, with his hands still tied together. soonyoung and minghao immediately noticed and intervened. i knew it was going to end up this way. i averted my gaze to wonwoo, signaling me that the police will be coming in less than three minutes, so i gave him a nod.

"you're a creepy bastard," seungkwan told the man "we should have figured out earlier!"

we got no reply from him, because he was just smiling. and before i could even say something, i heard police sirens all over the place. minghao rushed to look out of the window.

"there are lots of people looking up," he said

oh no

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pick between mingyu and seungcheol pls

-jiro