x i n g w e i j u n g

i ran out my office as soon as i heard chenle's ear piercing scream. i saw them looking at some box, disgusted. i quickly ran to it to check what it was, i was shocked to see a freaking chopped off head that has its eyes open. that's when i noticed something in its eyes. "green." i pointed out. "get away from it! who the hell sent it!?" chenle must've been terrified upon seeing the box then.

"this is a rotten head." i mumbled. "yeah, it stinks." jaemin said and pinched his nose. "we need to throw it away." mark said. "hey look, a note." haechan stated and grabbed the note from the head's mouth.

i raised a brow and grabbed the note, carefully reading it:

xing weijung,

you've clearly made a wrong choice. you shouldn't have joined the team– you're only going to get them in danger.

— unknown ;)

"wait, where's renjun?" jeno questions and looks around. as if on cue, renjun walks in the headquarters, stating that he is quite dizzy. "dizzy? you just went out for fresh air and you came back dizzy?" jaemin uttered.

"duh, the air is contaminated." haechan said. "like your mind?" mark raised a brow and haechan just plainly glared at him.

that's when i started to take action and grabbed something sharp, which i found a screw near me so i grabbed it and stuck it in the head. "ew! what the fuck, that's gross!" chenle frowned. "i need a mask, and gloves." i said as jisung gave me some.

i put it on before opening the head. dark liquid and green stuff started to oozing out of it. "how did they even get a rotten head!?" nayoung asked.

"probably the catacombs. lots of bone of dead people, lots of human corpse lying around. maybe someone kept some bodies?" renjun muttered and i nodded. he was right, who knows what they stored in the catacombs?

"what are you doing anyways?" jisung asked me. "i'm.. well this is a head but! if you look at it's eyes—it seemed to be operating. it's quite alive and it's watching us because this is.. a spy cam." i told them before getting to the main part of the head.

see? it doesn't have brains. it was powered by a machine. "better luck next time then." heeyeon mumbled as i destroyed the machine and it's cam shut down.

"they think we would keep the head for evidence, clues or for investigation. it would give them the chance to spy on us and watch every movement we make." i said.

"geez, what do they even want with the dream team?" haechan questioned. i shrugged, "they won't stop unless they get what they want."

"wait, we got the book right?" jeno asked and renjun nodded, getting the book from his bag.

"what's in it anyways?" chenle furrowed his brows.

"this contains information on what had happened during the past years– apparently, these journals record what happen inside the school grounds." renjun answered, grinning at the journal he was holding. i guess he really does have interest on that book.

UNKNOWN.
— give me back my book.

WEIJUNG.
— wtf

UNKNOWN.
— i said give me back my book.

WEIJUNG.
— who the fuck are you.

UNKNOWN.
— not unless you give me back my book.

WEIJUNG.
— who are you.

UNKNOWN.
— look, my name starts with y and ends with an n.

i furrowed my brows. "y and n?"

"weijung?" i shook my head and looked back at them. "yeah?" i answered.

"nothing." chenle shook his head before walking away.

i shrugged walking to my own office. "y and n huh?" i mumbled.

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p a r k   j i s u n g

"you okay? you seemed.. occupied." i trailed off as i sat next to chenle. chenle nodded, "alright."

"you working again?" i raised a brow and he nodded. "renjun wants me to finished these sketch by today," he told me. "wait, don't you have some articles to finish for the new blog?" he questions me. i grinned, "they told me to take a break soooo i'm using all the time to do something worth it before i start working again."

"anyways~ what has been on your mind hm?" i asked him, nudging him a bit. he
sighed and dropped his pen, "it's nothing."

"doesn't seem like nothing." i crossed my arms.

"it's about weijung."

i bit my bottom lip, i think where this is going. "d-do you like her?" i stuttered. i didn't know why. i just felt weird, i met her first. it's weird seeing them get close with her.

chenle's face flushed pink when i said that, i guess that answered my question. "so you do?" i mumbled. chenle looked down, "i-is there a problem? do you like her too?"

i shook my head. do i? i just admire her.

"i just, admire her like a crush. it's nothing big. don't worry." i assured him. but i do see my other hyungs interested in her as well. "but, i do think you need to step up your game." i told him.

"why?" he furrowed his brows.

i looked around. phew, the others must be working.

"cause i can tell that the others like her too." i told him.

"i think so too. donghyuck-hyung looks serious when it comes to her." he frowned.

"hey don't be sad. i'll help you." i gave him a wink before i heard mark hyung calling me.

"jisung! your break is done!" he shouted. chenle laughed, "seems like your little break is done, jisung. better get there before they scold you like last time." he told me. i nodded before going to the writing department err office.

"go get the information from weijung." mark hyung told me. "and after copying the information, pass the the info to renjun cause he might need it including chenle."

i nod before walking out the room again and knocking on weijung's door. a faint voice answers, "come in." i twist the doorknob open as i came in. every time i go in the room every kind of machine and gadget just amaze me. "is this what you need?" weijung raised a brow and stuck her hand out, a clear white folder in her grasp.

i smiled and nodded, "yes! are those the information that mark hyung wanted me to get?"

"yep, i've already printed it out.. do you need another copy?" she asked.

"i might."

she then stood up and started scanning the printed out informations. "i'll give you three more copies just in case." she said before handing me the copies and the original one.

"thanks weijung!"

"no problem, jisung."

after i handed the information to mark hyung i sat back on my desk chair. i tried to focus on my work until my phone kept notifying me that someone was texting me. "answer those texts, jisung." mark hyung told me.

i sighed and picked up my phone. "what the..."

UNKNOWN.
— do you remember me jisung?

UNKNOWN.
— a hint! you know me very well~ i know you very well as well.

UNKNOWN.
— don't ignore your noona, jisung. that's bad.

UNKNOWN.
— might as well take care of your members, jisung! oh, and that new member? xing weijung? better stay away from her or you'll regret it.

—

"but it wasn't me."