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thirteen

"I figured we'd meet again Ji," Jeongin snickered.

"Trust me, I wouldn't have been sad if we didn't," Jisung said. The other stared at him for a while with his eyebrows drawn together before he realized that someone else was standing next to him.

Hyunjin, who until now had stood by with a sour expression on his face. J

eongin scoffed. "So you got into his pants?"

"Don't babble Yang, you know that's bullshit."

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, obviously stifling a laugh as he looked Jisung up and down. The way he balled up his fists at his side and his ears turned red. "Is that so?" His tone was calm and provocative.

Chan and Hyunjin looked at each other briefly, exchanging a confused glance.

"If I remember correctly, this fine fellow was," he pointed at Hyunjin.

Blood began to boil inside him. What's his problem? What did I do to that jerk to make him talk to me like that?

"The reason you and I broke up."

Hyunjin's eyes widened. His head whirled to Jisung, who was staring down Jeongin, who didn't seem to care in the slightest.

"It's typical of you to blame your mistakes on other people." Jisung hissed.

"Jisung, what the fuck?"

Jisung clenched his jaw. He continued talking. "Besides, I was nothing but an experiment to you, I honestly thought more of you."

"No, can you shut up for a fucking second?" Jeongin let go of whatever he was holding and moved closer to Jisung. Chan picked the things back up. Hyunjin looked back and forth between everyone involved.

"If you're trying to make yourself look better right now because he's here," Jeongin nodded to Hyunjin, his eyes never leaving the shorter blond. "Then I'm going to assume you didn't tell him anything. You probably  weren't planning on telling the poor man about it either?" Jeongin smiled, the smile not reaching his eyes.

Even with the distance, Hyunjin had from the two of them, cold sweat ran down his back. His head began to spin at the words coming out of the other's mouth. What is happening right now?

"But before you say any false things about me, my dear Jisungie, I just want to say..." Jeongin came a little closer, but Jisung didn't back away, staring at the other, hatred... no maybe a hint of thirst for revenge or even disgust in his eyes.

"I wasn't the person who stalked some stranger's account like his life depended on it."

He tapped Jisung's chest with a finger.

"I wasn't the person who lied about everything they did or where they went."

He tapped again, causing Jisung to stagger back a step. Jeongin's voice grew angrier.

"And above all, I was guaranteed not to be the person who didn't even bother to communicate. That, my dear Jisung, was just you."

He spat the last words like poison at Jisung, who lowered his head.  Hyunjin was speechless. His head was spinning more. A headache throbbed behind the top of his skull. The fact that they were standing in the middle of the mall didn't help at all.

"Hyunjin, I'm terribly sorry that you fell into the psycho's trap," Jeongin said to the tallest one.

"That's a lie." Jisung interjected.

Jeongin ignored his words and continued. "What are you to him? His friend, his lover, his-"

"Hyunjin, let's go, the boy is crazy." Jisung reached for Hyunjin's sleeve. The man was petrified until now. Everything was spinning inside him, his blood boiling from Jeongin's words.