Masquerade | Johnyong

★ Twelve

Chapter 12: Triangle technique

7:20AM
Taeyong wakes up early in the morning. He checks his phone to see a text message from. Johnny that was sent around 4 in the morning. Four in the morning? Does that guy even sleep? Well, then again Taeyong just slept for the first time in two days. 

6 feet guy
I'm sorry for the way I acted yesterday
4:12AM

It was kind of cute and honestly Taeyong couldn't help but smile a little. He opens his phone and replies to Johnny

Taeyong
It's ok, don't worry

I'm not upset with you

6 feet guy
Oh that's good
Can I see you today ? 
Well I'm kinda busy
I'll text you when I can see you

Taeyong 
Sure. 

No, he cannot! Luckily, it seems Johnny is a little busy. Taeyong had to stay because of Haechan. Yuta looks at Taeyong's phone, coming out of nowhere and startling Taeyong for a second. 

"I'm not going anywhere. I want to stay with Haechan." Taeyong says, sitting up. Yuta kneels in front of him as he ruffles his hair, "It's ok. I'll stay with him, ok?" He assures Taeyong. He takes his hands and kisses them. "You go freshen up, I'll go check on Haechan. 

Taeyong softly chuckles, " I hate you." He mutters. "I love you too, Taeyong." Yuta grins. 

Taeyong gets up and takes off his shirt. "Can you at least warn me before you do that?!" Yuta mocks Taeyong, using his own words against him. 

"Oh, shut up." Taeyong rolls his eyes, throwing his shirt at Yuta before entering the bathroom to remove the rest of his clothes. 

Yuta throws Taeyong's shirt somewhere in the room before leaving. He heads down the hallway and into Haechan's room. 

"Get the fuck out." Is the first thing Yuta says as soon as he sees Mark. "This is my room though." Mark tries to protest.

Yuta takes out his pocket knife. "Ok, ok, geez. It's like seven in the morning, you weirdo." Mark gets up and leaves the room. 

Haechan is already awake. He lays in his bed, staring at Yuta. "Are you ok now?" He asks in a soft tone. "Are you high?" 

"I'm not high every second of the day, you fucking twat." Haechan retorts. 

Yuta mutters an apology before sitting down on the side of the bed. "Four years is when your parents divorced." Haechan sits up, instantly at the mentions of his parents. 

"Huh?"

"Is that why you started? To cope?" Yuta questions. Haechan looks down, staying silent. "You watched their marriage slowly go down hill and when they divorced you needed something to help you cope? Am I right?"

Haechan nods, ". . . Yes." 

"You wished they would stay together, didn't you?" 

Haechan shakes his head. "No, I didn't. I saw why they divorced. They just didn't work, mainly because it was a forced marriage." Haechan sighs. Yuta brushes Haechan's hair back, muttering another apology. 

"I'm sorry for the way I acted yesterday." Haechan says, pointing at the bruises on Yuta's face. "I'm really sorry, I almost hurt Taeyong too. . . " Haechan apologies.