[ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ] 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧

28

NOT EDITED!
Shorter chapter then usual, hope you don't mind!!

"What do you mean—"

Jeonghans teeth clenched, his eyes darting towards Mingyu. "Don't play dumb. I know everything Mingyu. Your little bet with '97 line. I over heard your conversation with Jungkook and Jaehyun."

Mingyu sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Soon cupping his elbows. "Look, that was before—"

"Doesnt matter Mingyu. This isn't like you. Playing with some for the sake of other people's validation." Jeonghan raised his voice slightly turning to look at Mingyu. Jeonghan can tell this conversation was slowly getting heated. He wanted to avoid this, but what has to be said needs to be said.

"Then what about you, huh?!" Mingyu shouted standing up pointing at Jeonghan. Joe ham just stared at him. Jeonghan knew the answer to this question. So he answered with the complete truth even if it pained him to say it.

"Because I'm me. I'm Jeonghan. I can get in relationship without everyone thinking it's serious. You're Mingyu, a person whose known to be kind. Yet you're playin with Y/N's feelings. How do you not see that?" Jeonghan voice lowered, trying not to make this conversation end with each others fists in each other's faces.

Mingyu groaned, running his hand through his hair. "Look, I already said this earlier. That was before. I... I actually like her, okay? That's why I'm asking you to leave her alone—"

Jeonghan stood up, cutting off Mingyus words. Jeonghan put his hands in his pockets and slouched back slightly. "I can't do that. Whether or not you like her truthfully or not. If you do like her, then I advise you to tell her the truth about your bet with Jungkook and Jaehyun."

With that, their conversation ended there. Jeonghan threw his cigarette bud on the ground and compressed it with his foot. Watching the die out. After that he turned his feet's with Jeonghan walking away, towards the apartment complex to the sleeping bodies. Mingyu stood there, thoughts running wild, heart racing. He didn't want to tell you. The thoughts of ending your relationship scared him. His heart shattered. At first it really was just about the bet. After words, he actually grown to like you, to feel these emotions for you. It scared him.

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You woke up, you head throbbing and stomach doing twists and turns. You felt the need to throw up, but you place your hand infront of your mouth, hoping that'll help keep the alcohol you drank last night in your stomach.

"Jesus..." You mumbled laying flat on your back. Your heard throbbed in enormous pain, which only made you feel even worse. You reached over for your phone checking the time. It's 2:34pm. It's a good thing it was a Saturday, you didn't have to worry about going anywhere.

Your bedroom door sudden bursts open with your fathers face as furious as ever. Your groan from the sudden irritation he was. Not caring about your state, he pulled your upper arm up and pulled you off the bed. "Get up." Without giving you a second to catch your breath, he suddenly tossed you into your large closet and threw in some cardboard boxes towards you and a suitcase. He pointed at everything and then his index finger stoped at you. "Pack up all your shit. We're moving out."

You just stared there, clutching onto the dresser to stabilize your feet. You didn't listen to him and continued to just watch him. Watch his face contort into a face of a spoiled child that didn't get what they wanted. "Did you not fucking hear me? Pack your shit—"

"I heard you. Can you leave now... sir?" Your voice lowered into a voice of anguish. You didn't like the way he treated you,
—you never did. You didn't say anything before thinking that your father wasn't very good at expressing his emotions. Truth is, that wasn't the problem. The issue was that he was just heartless. Your fathers authoritarian parenting style was it. His words go, his way or the highway people would say. You finally realized what this resentful feeling your felt for him was...

It was pure hatred. Hatred from the deepest parts of burning hell. You detested him. You didn't wish death, because that was too extreme. You could never find yourself doing that... but the thought had happened to appear in your head a lot. If he died, would you care in the slightest? You use to force yourself to answer the way everyone would. You finally answered this question truthfully this time.
—You wouldn't care. He was just a man with the title father in the eyes of others, you didn't know him. You're hatred wouldn't let you feel for the stranger of that man.

After he left, you started slowly packing your stuff. You heard still throbbing. You completely blacked out yesterday. You couldn't remember Jack shit. You would be lying if you said you didn't care. At least you knew you and Jeonghan didn't do something last night... but you felt like something else might've happened. Something intimate but not as intimate as other things. It still scared the living hell out of you. Not to add the swelling and plumpness around your lips kind of gave off that impression.

You kept making up random ideas as too why your lips were pink, your neck was slightly sore... but all the ideas didn't make sense. Still, you didn't want to believe that possibility of that happening. Your thoughts would run back to Jeonghans lips, and you could only imagine them attacking yours and your neck. Making you shiver with both enjoyment and fright. You cursed under your breath as you shove random items in your boxes.

"What the hell did we do..?" You held your forehead, hoping to rid of your headache.