Off limit President || Yungi

- seventeen -

Yunho || Mingi 

I stormed out of the apartment, my mind seething with rage. I couldn't stop cursing out Yunho under my breath, the anger boiling over with every step I took. I couldn't believe how the night had turned out. 

The confrontation with Yunho had pushed me to the edge, and now I needed to blow off steam at Wooyoung and San's place.

When I finally arrived and knocked on their door, I was met with an unexpected sight. Wooyoung opened the door just a crack, his head peeking through but not letting me in. 

My anger flared at the sight, and I demanded, "What the fuck? Open the door."

Before Wooyoung could respond, San appeared behind him, shirtless with nothing but a towel around his waist. 

He was clearly holding Wooyoung by the waist behind the door, raising an eyebrow at me. "You mind? I am in the middle of something with my boyfriend."

I didn't care about their intimacy. "Come on, San, don't be selfish. Let me stay here for the night. I need to get away from all this shit."

San's expression hardened, and he didn't budge. "Maybe if you didn't treat your own boyfriend like shit, you'd also have sweet date nights with him. But you wouldn't know about that, would you?"

My jaw clenched, my anger threatening to spill over. "San, seriously. I just need a place to crash. I'll be out of your way."

San looked at me, his eyebrow still raised, but then he sighed and stepped back, letting me in. "Fine. But let me tell you something, Mingi." 

He pointed a finger at me as I walked past him. "Wooyoung and I, we get to mess with Yunho because, to us, he's nothing but a mere plaything. But you? You're supposed to stand up for him. If anyone dared to treat Wooyoung like that, I'd kill them without hesitation. You should think about that."

I didn't respond, too worn out and irritated to argue. I brushed past them, trying to ignore the pointed looks and the uncomfortable silence that followed me into the apartment.

San led me to the guest room, pointing it out with a casual wave. "You can crash here. Try not to break anything," he said, his tone still carrying a hint of disdain.

I nodded silently, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. I could hear them heading back to their bedroom, the click of the lock echoing faintly through the hallway. 

It wasn't my first time here, and they trusted me with the house—well, with everything outside their locked bedroom, at least.

The night was supposed to be about finding some peace, but instead, I found myself tossing and turning on the unfamiliar bed. 

From the other side of the thin wall, the sounds of their night together started to seep through. Every laugh, every intimate whisper, every creak of the bed frame—it was all painfully clear.

I clenched my jaw, trying to block it out, but the noises seemed to grow louder with each passing minute. 

My thoughts drifted back to Yunho, to the fight, to San's cutting words. Anger and frustration churned within me, mingling with a gnawing sense of guilt I didn't want to acknowledge.

I knew I wouldn't get any real rest tonight, not with everything weighing on me and the relentless noise from the next room. 

Knowing I wouldn't get any sleep, I tried reaching out to others. First, I called Seonghwa, but he said he had guests over and couldn't let anyone crash at his place. 

A bit after that, I called Yeosang, but he told me he was too tired and was heading to sleep already, plus his house was too far away anyway.

My last choice was Jongho. When I called him, he answered but immediately refused to let me stay over.