chp. nineteen

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After they left Seonghwa's father's office, they stayed silent until reaching the safety of the car, away from prying ears.

"What the fuck Hwa? Why did you say such horrible things to San?" Hongjoong said immediately.

"I didn't."

"What?"

"But we all heard you hyung." Jongho said, voice twisted with confusion.

"Yes, but I wasn't saying it to San."

"Then who did you say it to?"

"Wooyoung."

During the call

"I can't San."

There was a cry, then he heard a door open along with the sound of both Yunho's and Wooyoung's voice appear. There was a rustling on the other side of the line, then the sound of a dial. He looked at his father who had a wicked grin, gesturing for him to continue.

"Look, we were just a fling, just for fun. Besides," he took a shaky breath, "I found my mate. So don't call or text—whatever you think we have going on—it's over." With that he hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket.

Back in the car

"So... you told Wooyoung to take San's phone if you had ever called him, made him dial a number so that you knew it was him and not San, then you told him those things."

"Yeah, that sums it up." Seonghwa had explained everything on the drive to San's house, Hongjoong and Jongho reeling from the new-found information.

"You really thought ahead..." Hongjoong mumbled, Seonghwa chuckling.

"I'm not rising putting San in danger, but I don't want him getting hurt—not by me and especially not by a group of stupid fucking alphas."

"We can see that..." Jongho murmured, sitting in the back seat beside Hongjoong, with Seonghwa in the passenger seat and Mingi driving.

"Get ready, we're two minutes away." Seonghwa was already pulling out his gun, putting in a fresh load of bullets into his silencer.

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