[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

27

NOT EDITED!
Double upload today because I felt like it.

     As soon as Jeonghan entered the apartment, he wiped his bloody lip, groaning in dissatisfaction. He stormed down the hallway and entering his room, open the door in a swing, and shutting it in a slam. Jeonghan wanted to punch him more, Jeonghan wanted to slam his face into the gravel, Jeonghan wished to do every harsh and hurtful act ever possible to Mingyu. He wanted him to feel his wrath of anger. Despite of that aching feeling he wishes to release, the younger innocent Dongsaeng stood in his door frame, with concerned stare watching his hyung. "Hyung... are you alright?"

     "Do I look alright?" Jeonghan released a little of his tension. The Dongsaeng eyes widened a little by his coldness. Vernons head lowered and shook his head slightly. Jeonghan had a soft spot for Vernon. Maybe it's because Vernon was a little quirky. Jeonghan sighed, feeling slightly guilty for releasing his anger on the younger. "... I'm alright. I'm just a little irritated that's all."

     Vernon nodded his head and went towards the closet, pulling out a plastic bag with bottles of medicine and bandages. Vernon sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him. Jeonghan taking the empty seat next to him.

     Jeonghan felt ashamed. What example was he showing his dongsaengs? He's suppose to be someone whose suppose to help guide them, suppose to be a role model to follow behind... yet he was showing them to fight for the sake of love... love that's not even guaranteed! He felt horrible that he didn't even know what to say.

     "Hyung... did you guys fight over Y/N?" Jeonghans eyebrow raised, staring at the younger. His thoughts filling with doubts. 'How does he know Y/N?' and 'is he also interested in her?'. For some reason though, he never took Vernon for that type of guy and quickly rushed those thoughts to the deepest darkest corner of his mind. Vernon could tell that Jeonghan was curious though. "She came for Dokyeom and my birthday celebration. I was observing the whole thing with the morning car ride you had with Mingyu. So I kind of figured.

     Vernon spoke in a quiet voice, applying alcohol on a cotton swab and pressing it down onto the cuts on Jeonghans face. A loud groan escaped jeonghans mouth while an apology eacaped Vernons. "Hansol-ah, if I said yes, would you be disappointed?"

     Vernon took a second to think, tilting his head to the side. He then shook his head, putting more alcohol on a different cotton swab. "I wouldn't be disappointed. I'd be shocked and worried."

     That made Jeonghan think. "Worried? Why worried?"

     "Mmh..." Vernon paused to think. One side of his lips raised, exposing only one dimple. "I—... I don't know. I think I'd be worried about everyone and Y/N. If she found that you both were fighting to that extent, she would most likely find fault in herself... even if she is remotely the reason that you guys fought— ouch!"

     Vernon let out by the sudden smack on the back of his head. Vernon understood that Jeonghan has actual deep feelings for Y/N. He admired that. For once, his feelings were sincere. This wasn't just a girl to pass time. This wasn't just a girl to be able to say he was in a relationship. This was a girl we wanted to have a relationship with. A relationship that as time passes, their relationship would hopefully last forever. "How long Hyung? How long have you liked her?"

     Jeonghan chuckled. He looked at the watch on his wrist and pointed at the time. "Why don't you look at the time? It's already past 1 am. I'm going to sleep— Goodnight!"

     Jeonghan quickly pulled Vernon up by his hands pushed him to the exit of his door and shut it. He leaned on top of the door cross his arms, chipping at his numb nail with his thumb. Thoughts appearing in his mind. He needed everyone to be asleep.

     So he waited a few hours to finally make his move. Once he could hear the snoring of the grown men, he pulled opened his bedroom door and into the hallway, stopping at someone else's room. Jeonghan shut his eyes, trying to calm himself down. His fingers grabbed the door knob twisting it, the body shriveling against his covers. Mingyu opened up of his eyes, the light in the hallway was way to bright. "Get up. We need to speak and have a proper conversation. Judging on what happened in the past few hours, Seungcheol would've never let us."

     Jeonghan walked towards the dresser and pulled open the drawer, grabbing grey sweats and black hoodie, throwing it to the half naked man. "Get changed. I'll meet you outside."

     Jeonghan was angry at Mingyu...
     —not angry, he was furious. His emotions of anger couldn't help but seep through his skin in the slight presence of Mingyu. Jeonghan knew though, no matter how much rage he felt for Mingyu, he wasn't capable of hating him. They're practically brothers in Jeonghans eyes, they grew up with eachother, they spent years seeing each other everyday. He got to know Mingyu, he got to love Mingyu. He'd never be able to hate Mingyu.

     This moment, Jeonghan knew he had to be civil about things. He took into account that relationships might be broken, but he hoped they wouldn't. He stood outside the apartment door, the door swinging open. The tall man staring down at him. Jeonghan nodded his head down the hallway towards the elevator. They walked in silence the entire way to the children's play ground near their apartment complex. "What do you want?"

     Jeonghan turned his head, watching as Mingyu busted his chest and his muscles flexed. Getting ready for impact. "Calm down. I'm not going to hit you. I want to have a conversation without both of us having to pound each others face in. We've already done that enough." Jeonghan raised his hand in the air, waving his hand up and down. He sat on a bench and patted the seat next to him, catching Mingyu off guard. Mingyu decided to remain standing. Jeonghan only shrugged. "You don't have to sit down, but you might want to know that this conversation might take a little bit of your time."

     Jeonghan heard shuffling from beside him, he didn't mind, deciding to put his hands in his pockets and pull out the pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Jeonghan looked to his right to where Mingyu had seated himself, holding the box out to him. Mingyu shook his head and put his hands in his pockets. "Since when did you smoke?"

     Jeonghan pressed his finger on the spark wheel, a flame rising out from the metal. Covering the flame with his hands, he hovered the cigarette that was between his lips over top of the flame. Watching it burn slightly. Then with a small inhale, a puff of smoke escaped his lips. "I usually don't, I have one once in a while if I'm stressed... I'm just going to get straight to the point—"

     "Stop playing with Y/N. I know everything."