it's not christmas yet but merry christmas. because i'm the literal worst author and i still have writer's block (trust me, i have a rough plot for this but i just dont know how to make things exciting), can you guys hELP ME HAHAHA and tell me whatever the hell you wanna see alright alright because if yall want drama then okay i'll work things out and insert some drama. if yall want roast wizards back then whatever.

just comment and tell me ok i don't bite. and in fact, i've been milking my brain for ideas but i'm really exhausted this week so hell yeah

-jiro
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"i give up, i give up," soonyoung walked out of the bathroom looking like he just did the ice bucket challenge.

"the fuck happened?" mingyu asked, laughing at his friend. soonyoung rubbed his palms on his face and screamed, "jIHOON HIT ME WITH THE SHOWER HEAD."

"BECAUSE I CAN SHOWER BY MYSELF, ASSHOLE!" jihoon yelled all the way from the bathroom. jeonghan was waiting near the door so he definitely jumped in surprise.

"thought he hit you with that ddu du ddu du," seokmin proudly said and ended up laughing at his own joke while all of us judge him in silence. "old joke, seokmin, old joke," seungcheol shook his head.

"after jihoon gets dressed up, can i take him somewhere? with wonwoo and seungkwan?" i asked and the others changed from judging seokmin to judging me instead. "oh come on, this is important okay?"

"we're going somewhere? you should have told me, minseul! i can't go out looking like this!" seungkwan freaked out. honestly, he looked absolutely fine and he's actually the best dressed among us. everyone reacted negatively to his statement so he gave up eventually.

a few minutes later after jihoon finally finished fixing himself, wonwoo, seungkwan and i dragged him out of the house.

"where are we going?" jihoon rolled his eyes "whoever claps three times, i'm going to make sure your ribcage breaks." nobody answered him and we all just waited for a cab. the three of them settled at the back while i sat in front. so just in case jihoon pukes all over the place, i won't get affected. #themoreyouknow

"hey jihoon, jeonghan hyung handed me a lot of small paper bags before we left just in case you feel like throwing up," i heard wonwoo say.

"great, thanks," jihoon replied and lightly slammed his head on the window, "..ouch."

we asked the cab to stop at a small shop nearby so i could buy flowers. then after what seems to be half an hour, we finally stopped in front of a hospital. of course, it's a different one from when the crackhead members of seventeen passed out and minghao admitted himself in. we paid for the ride and hopped off, looking at the place.

"the fuck? y'all taking me to a mental hospital?" jihoon sounded offended "look, i know i'm acting so weird lately but hello? i'm not fucking crazy! do you guys really think—"

"oh my god, shut up, jihoon," i told the boy and grabbed his arm to drag him inside the place. i talked to a few people at the reception desk about the visit i scheduled with them just yesterday and they told me to wait for a bit.  after a while, we signed in and got visitor's passes at the nurse's station.

"minseul where the hell are we?" jihoon tried to sound irritated, but honestly i can see that he kinda looked scared and uncomfortable. we were escorted by another nurse to the elevator where jihoon started to stay extremely close to me because a crying patient with his nurse is with us.

everyone was quiet except for the crying boy. i don't even know where wonwoo had the idea to hand him a tissue. the nurse told him everything is fine though.

"so," seungkwan spoke a little too loud and nudged our escort, "got any morgues here?"

the patient started crying louder and jihoon literally clung to my arm like a surprised cat while seungkwan slightly jumped in surprise and muttered "omg omg sensitive topic gomenasai amen."

finally, we reached the 9th floor where we walked down the hallway full of doors. every now and then, someone would scream or laugh, nurses would rush in rooms and stuff like that. jihoon's cold hands are still wrapped around my arm until we reached our destination.

the nurse unlocked the room and went inside for a bit before telling us to come inside.

"CHOI JISOO!" jiwoo came running and wrapped her arms around me to give me a tight hug, "I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO VISIT!"

"hi," she then greeted the others with a small smile. to be honest, all our issues before are solved but jiwoo's relationship with the boys is still a bit of a blur so i could tell that she didn't want them in the room at the moment.

"how are you?" i asked, placing the flowers on the small desk.

"treatment is tiring but i'm getting better," she answered "you? how are you? you seem like you're in trouble, minseul. school problems?"

"how did you know?"

"nothing. maybe i just know you so well that i could tell," she laughed "why are wonwoo and the others in here?"

"we don't know either," seungkwan answered for me

"well, you see, there's this new teacher who kept ruining our lives—"

"and you're going to make me kill him?"

"what!? no!" i freaked out

"yes oh my god fucking kill him already," jihoon groaned, making me roll my eyes.

"well mr. lee jihoon here smashed his car today with this little symbol on the window," i showed her the picture, "and since then, jihoon has been sick. i don't know if it's connected. our most trusted doctor is high off whatever so we couldn't get him checked right away. wonwoo told me we should see you."

"oh so it's wonwoo's idea. pay up please," jiwoo smiled at us

"pay for what?" wonwoo asked

"i'm not doing shit for free, mr. president of the black arts," jiwoo rolled her eyes, "now pay up!"

"i'm broke, seungkwan you should pay."

"hello i just got dragged here for no actual reason," seungkwan snapped his fingers, "minseul, pay."

"chill out, i was kidding, you guys are so stupid," jiwoo laughed "anyway it's the sigil of baphomet and i know wonwoo probably knows that too. it is described as an attack on heaven—"

"SIE SIND DAS ESSEN UND WIR SIND DIE JÄGER!" jihoon sang out loud, "tenENENENENEN fumareta hana no namae no shi—"

"jihoon, really?" i asked with a straight face. the boy chuckled cutely and showed me a peace sign.

"weeb," seungkwan muttered

"says the one who said gomenasai earlier."

"as i was saying," jiwoo continued, "it's made to pick on the concept that humans are toys of any god. and a denial of the trinity referring to the christian concept of trinity, of course. it's about fertility, success and power too."

"makes sense," i nodded, "he thinks he's so powerful."

"it's mainly meant to divert people from the righteousness just to fulfill their wants and whatever they lust for. so they really think they should always have it their way. do you have a picture of this teacher?"

"wonwoo, do you?" i asked

"no, why would i have a picture of him?" wonwoo question "hey kwan do you have a pic?"

"me? of fucking course," seungkwan started scrolling on his phone, "i have a folder for pictures of the people who ruined my life and it's called blacklist." he stopped scrolling and showed the screen to jiwoo.

the girl's eyes widened and she suddenly slapped the phone away. "HEY FOUL!" seungkwan reacted and picked up his phone. jiwoo started freaking out so i told wonwoo to go get the nurse outside. we were immediately told to leave the room while the nurses do their jobs.

"what the fuck was that creepy shit?" seungkwan muttered

"i don't know either."

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i'll try to update again tomorrow!
kbyeilu
—jiro