𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖? [𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕩]

Chapter 26 ₊˚⊹ ♡

"We spoke about not killing him right now, we never spoke about, later," Jisung smirks.

"It doesn't work like that--" I start.

"Okay okay, stop. We won't hurt Hyunjin, don't worry about it," Jeongin intervenes, wrapping his arms around my waist before snuggling into me. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse Chan glaring at me. I turn to him smugly. He intensifies his glare. Jeongin notices this and stares between me and Chan.

"Chan, stop getting jealous of your cousin," Jeongin says, "He's my best friend, I've known him longer than you so I can cuddle him whenever I want."

Chan peels his eyes off me and sighs in dismay.

"Whatever," he mutters under his breath. Jeongin turns his head back to the TV screen as Seungmin stands up.

"Ima get snacks," he announces, leaving for the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later with four bowls of popcorn, a bunch of lollies, and a large amount of soda. He drops them on the table making us jump.

"Jesus, Seungmin! This is my house, dumbass! That would have broken the table," Jeongin yelped.

"Sure it could've," Seungmin scoffs.

"Don't argue please," Jisung begs, knowing where this leads to.

"Stop your sarcasm," Jeongin glares.

"What sarcasm?" Seungmin smirks.

"Don't play dumb bitch with me," Jeongin snaps.

"Woah! The maknae swearing??" Seungmin fake gasps before bursting out into laughter.

"Shut up! I can swear, I'm not a kid anymore!" Jeongin whines.

"Not a kid!? You definitely act like one--" Seungmin chortles.

"Says the one who got called out by the teacher for acting like a five-year-old!" Jeongin argues.

"Even so. You're still a kid!" Seungmin giggles, pointing at Jeongin. Jeongin leaps off the couch and lunges at Seungmin. Shrieks and gasps fly around the room but no one dares to interrupt the two boys who are fighting each other. Jeongin finally pins Seungmin to the ground.

"Ah hah! MAKNAE ON TOP!" Jeongin cheers.

"ON TOP? YOU'RE SUCH A BOTTOM!" Seungmin exclaims, grabbing Jeongin's shoulder and pushing him off.

"You did not--" Jeongin growls, ready to pounce again.

"I'm not lying though. Right, Chan?" Seungmin smirks, raising his hands in defeat but still turning to Chan for confirmation.

"Uhh... yes," Chan mumbles, his cheeks turning pink. Jeongin's eyes widen as he covers his flustered face.

"Hehe! See! You're not maknae on top!" Seungmin laughs. Without warning, Jeongin charges at Seungmin, making him shriek in surprise. They both take off towards the corridors, one running for his life and the other chasing him, hot on his tail.

"JEONGIN! I'M SORRY! STOP CHASING ME! PLEASE!" Seungmin screams from above us.

"YOU'RE FAULT FOR EMBARRASSING ME!" Jeongin shouts. Me and Jisung turn to each other.

"Okay, I'll get Seungmin you get Jeongin?" I tell Jisung who shakes his head.

"You're the faster runner, get Jeongin otherwise catching Seungmin first will still give Jeongin a chance to hurt Seungmin," he answers. I nod as we both head up the staircase with the others behind us. 

At the top, we find Seungmin being madly chased by Jeongin. In a matter of seconds, I bolt towards Jeongin and grab his waist, picking him up before he can get to Seungmin. Jeongin writhes in my grasp kicking his legs around trying to get free.

"No! Lemme go!" he cries. Jisung comes back a few moments later with Seungmin in a chokehold.

"Enough fighting you two," I ordered.

"BUT--" Jeongin starts.

"I'll buy you chicken with cheese if you shut up," I snapped. Jeongin immediately stops shaking in my arms and steadies himself onto the floor.

"Whatever," he scoffs, brushing his shoulders before marching past everyone, clearly pissed off. Seungmin sighed in relief before passing out in Jisung's hand.

"Oi. Get your ass up. You're heavy as shit," Jisung groaned.

"Damn. That hurt my ego," Seungmin muttered, lifting himself out of Jisung's arm. We hear a doorbell making everyone charge downstairs.

"Must be pizza!" Jeongin squeals. We meet the door open to find a young girl, expertly holding ten boxes of pizza in one hand with incredible balance.

"Hey. Pizza for Chan?" she says, still looking down at her phone. I nod, taking in her facial features which makes me pause.

"Nayeon?" I whisper. The girl's eyes shoot up and immediately turn into crescents.

"Yongbokie!" she exclaims. Everyone stares at the two of us in confusion.

"What are you doing delivering pizza?" I ask. Nayeon shrugs.

"Well, I wanted to start working since I don't want to depend on my parents too much. This is my first job. It isn't that good, but it still pays well," Nayeon replies, happily.

"Wow! You've matured so much since I last saw you. You look amazing!" I compliment.

"Thank you! You too, Yongbokie. Your freckles are still adorable and you're looking incredibly hot!" Nayeon smiles, winking at me. I laugh.

"You swear you still don't have a crush on me?" I have a question. Nayeon raises her eyebrows.

"I mean... I lost feelings for you years ago but seeing you now... perhaps I still have one," she grins. Hyunjin who hears this throws daggers Nayeon's way.

"Fuck off. He's mine," Hyunjin growls, snaking his arms around my waist, pulling him tightly to my body.

"Woah there pretty boy. I don't have any intentions of trying to win Yongbokie over. I'm fully aware he's gay," Nayeon says, putting her hands up in defeat.

"Hyunjin get your filthy hands off me," I state, wriggling out of his grip.

"Sorry about him. He's always like that," I say apologetically. Nayeon smirks a little. I carefully take the pizza boxes from Nayeon and give them to Chan.

"You scored a good one, Yongbokie," she whispers, "I'm tempted to make him jealous."

"Really, Nayeon?" I ask.

"Mhm. Can you play along for once?" she pleads. I sigh, nodding my head.

"Anyway. Yongbokie, are you dating Hyunjin?" Nayeon asks out loud, catching everyone's attention.

"Uhh... no," I reply perplexed. What is she trying to do?

"Then it shouldn't be a problem if someone asks you out right?" she inquires. My eyes widened as Hyunjin fumes behind me.

"Yeah. I guess," I reply cautiously.

"Well, I have a guy friend who is interested in you. Can I set you up on a blind date?" she urges. I go silent.