𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝| 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

..[31]..

Chan waited a few minutes before walking out his door and getting in his car, utterly pissed.

He drove to the one person responsible for his anger, Minho.

Pulling up to minhos house he quickly undid his seat belt and shut the car off, angrily walking up to the door. He pounded on the door but didn't hear anyone moving around so he did it again, getting more angry by the second. When there was still no movement inside the house he began to yell and pound harder on the door.

"God dammit Minho if you don't open this fucking door I'm gonna kick your ass harder than I'm already planning to!" Before he could finish his sentence the door opened and there stood a messy haired Minho who looked either freshly fucked or like he just rolled out of bed. Immediately upon seeing him, Chan pushed him back against the wall and held his hand to his throat so he couldn't move.

"Hey if you wanted to do some freaky shit I'm sure jeongin would've said yes" He chuckled and flinched as Chan slammed his fist on the wall beside his head.

If there was one thing Minho knew, it was to not fuck with Chan when he was mad. He got violent when he was angered and he knew that the older wouldn't hesitate to punch him.

"Sorry," He quickly apologized. "What are you doing here and why are you holding me by my throat-"

"Call of the bet right fucking now."

"What?"

"You heard me. I don't give two shits about the dumbass rules, call it off before-"

"Minnie, what's going on?" A sleepy jisung walked around the corner, startled to see the two looking so angry at each other.

"Nothing Ji, just go back to bed"

"Call off the bet like I said to"

Jisung didn't move like he was told to, instead staying to make sure it didn't get violent.

"Call off the damn bet!" Chan yelled so lividly.

Minho was stunned in fear, never seeing Chan this angry before.

"what bet?" Jisung asked

"Nothing!" They both yelled at the same time.

"Get the fuck off of me and we will talk" Minho finally found his voice.

Reluctantly, Chan removed his hands from the boy and stood while Minho and jisung walked to the couch. It was quiet other than the blonde pacing back and forth in anger.

"Please.. " He finally begged his friend "please just stop the bet.."

"Why do you want to stop it?"

"Because it's making everything so fucking hard and it's starting to hurt me, Minho. It's.. Just please"

"No" Minho said simply

The room went quiet again as Chan breathed out harshly, anger radiating in the room.

"You're a horrible friend. Your fucking terrible."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You're so horrible"

"Okay first of all, don't come into my house and start calling me horrible when I was the only person you had for like a whole year. I'm your best friend, or at least I thought I was. Second of all, you've never even given me a valid reason as to why we should stop the bet in the first place. Maybe if you weren't such a pussy you'd just finish it out. You're close to it anyways just dick him down and get it over with!"  Minho yelled.

"what fucking bet are we talking about?!" Jisung stood

"Nothing" Minho said again but Chan had other plans

"Minho and I made a bet." He began looking Minho straight in the eyes as he spoke "we both bet that if we could get one of you guys to sleep with us, we owed the other fifty dollars."

Jisungs face fell as he looked over at Minho, the other looking between them both. Jisung didn't look mad or disappointed or hurt but that was something he was good at, hiding his feelings.

Minho was fucking pissed as he stood and went at Chan

"The hell is wrong with you?!" He slightly pushed the olders chest.

The older stood his ground, grabbing minho by the collar  and holding him still.

"The hell is wrong with me??" He yelled "you started this shit! I'm about to lose everything with jeongin because you're being a fucking bitch about the bet!"

The room went quiet, minhos eyes flashed with regret making him feel so guilty. He really was the reason for this. Slowly, chan let go of his collar.

"So you led me on" Jisung said as matter of fact to Minho.

"No, no jisung. I like you a lot, I do. I really do" He walked over and took jisungs hand in his, the younger ultimately ripping his hand away.

"Which is why you should call it off because," Chan paused "because I think I'm starting to fall in love with jeongin... "

Both of the other boys stopped everything to look at the blonde. There were tears streaked down his pale cheeks, his lips poked out in a pout, sniffling and trying not to sob. Love does bitter things to you. It brings out the worst and best of people and sides of people you've never seen before. For the blonde, he had never cried over anyone besides his family. Never once cried about a boy or a break up and Minho knew that. Which is why he softened in that moment.

"Fine," He said softly "we'll call the bet off"

"It's too late" Jisung said pushing Minho off of him. "Delete my contact cause I'm never speaking to you again. Youre a jerk. "

He began walking out of the house, getting his church shoes on he'd kicked beside the door. He opened the door the second after he finished tying them and walked out slamming the door behind him.

"You have to fix this" Chan said before walking out too.

Once out the door, he ran up to jisung who was angrily walking across the grass verbally crying. He had to leave because he would've burst out crying if he didn't.

"Jisung!" He called out, grabbing his shoulder to turn him.

"If you're trying to get me to forgive Minho then forget it"

"No I need you to do something, please"

The younger looked at Chan for a moment, watching how his face looked almost physically pained.

"What do you want" He groaned.

"Please don't tell jeongin about this.. "

"Why should I help you?" He snapped "you both are jerks, I didn't mean just Minho. "

"I know.. " Chan said softly "I know"

The older didn't say anything else, seemingly getting lost in thought as he looked at the grass.

"If you're done wasting my time, im leaving" He turned to walk away.

"Please, don't tell jeongin.. " He begged as a last attempt to stop this.

Jisung stopped in his tracks not turning around. A small sob escaped his lips and he wiped his cheeks free of the stupid tears that wouldn't stop. He felt horrible.. There was no way he wanted jeongin to feel like this too, so he agreed.

"Fine.. I won't tell jeongin" He turned "but you're driving me home.. "