Who Killed my Boyfriend |Hyunho|

Truth or Dare ✨

Felix's POV:

I left my room and passed by the kitchen, catching sight of Changbin and Jisung cooking and chatting excitedly about Hyunjin coming over today. Changbin looked happy, a sight that irritated me to no end. I was just waiting for him to get bored of Hyunjin, like he did with everyone else, and finally give up on him.

What does he even see in that pathetic idiot? I can't understand why Minho hasn't gotten rid of Hyunjin yet, especially after the information I provided him that night. I wish I could just go to Chan and tell him everything I know. He'd get rid of Hyunjin in less than a second, but I can't. Minho warned me not to interfere. Maybe he has a better plan. I just hope that plan includes torturing Hyunjin before killing him.

I continued walking to Chan's room. The door was closed. I knocked several times until it finally opened. Chan peered out, his expression cold and distant. "What?" he asked, opening the door just enough to see his face.

"Will you come out of your room today to sit with us? Sam is coming, the new toy of Changbin's," I said, my voice dripping with disdain.

"You know I don't like to go out unless there's something important," he said, shaking his head before closing the door.

I knew he wouldn't come out of his room unless there was an activity that required torturing or killing someone, but I wanted to at least try. With a sigh, I moved on to Minho's room. The door was open. He was lying on his bed, one hand behind his head and the other holding his phone.

"Hey, Minho," I started, stepping into his room. The light from his phone cast a glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles and the look of intense focus in his eyes. He didn't immediately respond, engrossed in whatever he was looking at.

I took a moment to observe him. Minho was always composed, always in control. His calm demeanor made it hard to gauge what he was thinking or planning. It was both reassuring and unsettling. Finally, he looked up, his eyes meeting mine with that familiar, unreadable expression.

"What is it, Felix?" he asked, his voice steady.

I looked at him, my frustration evident. "What did you do with what I told you about Hyunjin?" I asked. He quickly stood up and closed the door behind me, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Do you want a microphone to make everyone hear you?" he hissed, staring into my eyes. "Sit. I want to tell you something."

Reluctantly, I took a seat, watching as he paced the room for a moment before settling across from me.

Minho leaned forward, his voice low but firm. He began to unravel his plan, explaining how Hyunjin was oblivious to our involvement in his boyfriend's murder. He detailed how he was using Hyunjin to get closer to Viper, the elusive target we all sought.

A slow smile crept across my face as he spoke. "I thought getting rid of him would be by killing him, but destroying him from the inside seems more fun," I said, my voice laced with malice.

Minho nodded, though his expression remained serious. "Felix, no one will know about this except you and me until we verify Viper's location. Then, and only then, will I inform the others."

He was worried I might spill the tea, but he needn't be. I understood the importance of patience. The anticipation of seeing Hyunjin's face when he realized he had been nothing but a pawn in our game was a reward worth waiting for.

"I won't tell anyone," I assured him, my voice steady. "I'll wait patiently for the day Hyunjin learns that he was used and that he was just a tool."

Minho seemed satisfied with my response. He returned to his bed, picking up his phone again. "Good. We can't afford any slip-ups now."