𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝘂𝘆 | 𝚔𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 ¹

nineteen

Giwook and Dongju are both born in the year 2000, same with Dongmyeong and Sunwoo, but these two are still alive. There are four of them are born in the year 2000.

Then there's me, Juyeon, Chanhee, and Kevin. The four of us are all '98 liners. Yet, no one was killed from the four of us.

Just because, the killer is one of us and that is definitely not me.

"Hello? Earth to Ji Changmin?"

I immediately shook my head when Chanhee waved his hand in front of me. I looked at him and saw his pissed off look and could roll his eyes on me at any time.

"Spacing out again," he scoffed.

"When he found out about Dongju, he spilled his bowl of cereal. Now, he's spacing out after Giwook's d word," Juyeon spoke. "Spacing out is better than spilling his bowl of cereal again."

"I'm just trying to think about something," I said without even blinking.

"What is it about?"

I turned my head to Kevin who is sitting beside Chanhee.

"It's nothing that you should know," I responded before averting my gaze on him.

There was a moment of silence on the four of us, but Juyeon broke it.

"Did you two fought about something?" Juyeon asked.

I looked at Kevin and he is giving Juyeon a nasty look.

"Me and Changmin? Fighting?" Kevin asked in disbelief. "That would never happen."

"No."

My eyes landed on Chanhee when he suddenly crossed his arms against his chest.

"Something is wrong between the two of you," he sternly said.

I quickly shook my head with a small smile on my lips.

"Kevin and I are completely fine," I said as I stood up from the couch. "I'll just take a nap upstairs."

I could feel their eyes on me while I walked upstairs, heading to my own room. After locking the door behind me, I plopped down on my bed and stared at the ceiling as a thought passed on my mind.

Right. I should call him.

I rolled to the left side of my bed and grabbed my phone on the bedside table. I scrolled through my contacts and let out a sigh of relief when I saw that I still have his phone number. I didn't hesitate to press the call button and waited for him to pick up my call.

"Who's this?"

"It's me," I briefly responded. "I'm pretty sure that you recognize my voice."

"Why the fuck do you still have my number? Can't delete it, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up, Kim Sunwoo," I spat at him through the phone. "I need to talk to you."

"You and I are definitely not friends-"

"But we used to," I cut him off.

I heard him huffed on the other line before saying, "Yeah, before. What do you want to talk about then?"

A small smile formed on my lips, happy to be able to talk to him just like how we used to before.

I got up from my bed and headed to my closet, grabbing my red hoodie from inside and immediately wore it.

"The suspect."

"On Giwook's death?"

"Not just on him," I said. "But also on Dongju."

"Then tell me now," Sunwoo demanded.

"I want to talk to you personally," I told him. "Let's meet up."

"Where?"

"To the place where we used to hang out before."

"Alright. I'll just walk my way there," Sunwoo said. "Who are you suspecting then?" he asked before I heard him rushing downstairs from the other line.

"The moon," I briefly responded.