JUST PRETEND | SY ✓

Chapter 3 - Revenge

"A bitch is about to get murdered, Taehyun where can we find those thugs who trade hand guns illegally? I just need one."

Soobin along with Yeonjun just stared at Beomgyu who was walking around the living room with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and cracking his knuckles and he looked like he meant his words.

Because, really Choi Beomgyu meant his words and the bitch he is about to murder was none other than Park Ji-sul— his hyung's shitty ex-boyfriend ofcourse.

"That's too extreme Gyu, we really don't need to blow his brain for his mistake." Taehyun sighed as he stretched his leg out sitting on the single couch his gaze flickering towards Yeonjun hugging Soobin while both of them were wrapped in a single blanket while the older of the two was sipping on hot choco the younger made for him, he raised his eyebrow his eyes warily glancing between them because he again focused his attention on the raging teenager pacing around.

"Mistake?! Breaking Jun hyung's heart is a mistake?!" Beomgyu raised his voice, eyes narrowing dangerously on the male who sat nonchalant with arms crossed over his chest.

"Yes, a mistake." Taehyun sighed, he paused thinking briefly his gaze again fixing on Yeonjun who had a deep pout on his face while he covered his head with the hood of his sweatshirt— Soobin's sweatshirt actually "I think he was drunk and really didn't mean it, hyung should have a talk with him while he is sober." He said, gaining Yeonjun's attention.

"I don't want to even look at him, talking out is afar— and don't people say that drunk people vomit out the truth?" Yeonjun argued comfortably resting his head on Soobin's chest taking another sip of the warm beverage that tingled his mouth with the sweetness of milk chocolate and marshmallows.

"Well then if that's true then Soobin has feelings for you too, right?" Taehyun questioned, seeing Soobin widened his eyes completely, being caught off guard.

"What the actual fuck?!" Soobin spat, his heart thundered against his chest yet again reminding him the day he regretted drinking to the level he had lost his senses and actually confessed his feelings.

"I very well remember you confessing your love to Yeonjun saying how pretty he is." Taehyun again prompted, hearing Soobin letting out an irritated groan.

"That wasn't a confession you stupid fuck! It was my admiration for him being my best friend and I love him as my best friend, my love for him is platonic," Soobin paused, taking a deep breaths, his eyes narrowing at Taehyun, "also, what point of 'I am straight' didn't reach your ear canals?" He added the question with a roll of eyes.

A sigh left Yeonjun's chocolate stained plump lips, "I love Binnie too as my best friend, stop bringing that up Soobin doesn't— wouldn't ever have those kinda feelings for me." He said, his words coming and firm, the way his voice sounded so trustworthy and stern made guilt sit in the pit of Soobin's stomach.

"Yeah, bitch's into breasts and pussies." Beomgyu hummed, walking towards the kitchen remembering Hueningkai was still there cooking them some ramyeon just because he lost a game of rock-paper-scissors with him and Taehyun.

"I think Ji-sul should be confronted when sober, he was drunk yesterday and not in his senses." Hueningkai stated his view over the matter continuing to stir the boiling ramyeon seeing those angry red bubbles popping with the noodles softening into it.

"I don't want to see him." Yeonjun grunted out taking a sip of his drink, a shiver running through body when Soobin placed his cold calloused hand on his bare thigh, the touch almost seeming to make his skin prickle— in a good way, giving him a reassuring smile.

A smile that said: 'It'll be all okay hyung, calm down.'

And Yeonjun exhaled a deep breath trying to breathe out his agitation that has been bottling for hours now, just— how? How could even Ji-sul do that to him?