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Yunho freezes and drops his phone, sounding a soft thud on his bed. He was beyond shocked at what he had seen.

Seonghwa didn't die in a car accident.

He didn't die because he couldn't afford the treatment.

Wooyoung had killed him

Before he knew it, tears flowed down his eyes as his body began shaking aggressively out of anger. His first friend was gone because of him. His voice was low and quiet as he spoke, but there was pain and anger bubbling under the surface.

"I will make you fucking pay."

After a long and exhausting call, Yunho was denied a visit Wooyoung at Juvenile since he wasn't a family member, thank god he wasn't. The next day, he decided to go to the training center and get him prepared to get his revenge. Anger coursed through his veins as he stomped to the building and threw his bag in an open locker. He aggressively wrapped his hands in gauze quickly and did some warm-ups before stepping into the ring.

"Anyone wanna spar with me?" He yelled.

"I do."

A tall, muscular man stepped into the ring, Yunho felt immediately intimidated by him, but the longer he stared at him, the more his face morphed into Wooyoung's.

"Wonwoo, nice to meet you." The man held out a hand.

"Yunho." He shook his hand, squeezing it a bit too tight.

As soon as the bell rang, Yunho threw a right hook to Wonwoo's side, catching him by surprise. Wonwoo then hooked his chin which made his mouth bleed, but Yunho wasn't affected. He threw three consecutive punches to his face which gave Wonwoo a black eye.

"Damn, you wanna play hard, huh?"

Wonwoo then grabbed Yunho by the side and tossed him on his back, leaving him shocked. Yunho quickly got up and punched him straight in the stomach. He was imagining that Wooyoung was the one he was beating up, already playing out the scene in his head. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he grabbed Wonwoo by the arm, threw him to the ground and put him in a headlock while continuously punching his chin. Ten seconds passed and Yunho was declared winner, the adrenaline evaporating quickly and he slowly collapsed on the floor.

"Good game," Wonwoo shook his hand, "You have a lot of power for a body that small."

Yunho nodded and thanked him for the match. He stepped out of the ring to meet Soobin looking at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"No way you just did that," Soobin then grabbed his arms, "Damn they're getting bigger already."

Yunho chuckled in embarrassment, "You think so?"

"Yeah. Hey, if you come with me to the gym tonight, I'll teach you a real nice arm workout. I mean, look at these." Soobin then flexed his own arms.

Yunho agreed to the meet-up and left the training center, his mind slowly forgetting about the anger he felt last night. He went to a small cafe to grab an iced latte since his energy was drained. He opened the door to see Y/N, at the cash register taking people's orders. This time she wasn't rude or cheerful, she just looked empty. He went up to the cash register and bowed his head down so she doesn't bully him.

"Yunho, you can look at me. I'm not gonna bite your head off."

He slowly looked up to see Y/N's face puffy, possibly from crying. Yunho could tell she was trying to look rude but she just gave up, "What's your order?"

"U-uhh.. A small iced latte." He answered.

"Sure," She wrote down the order on a plastic cup, "Guess I don't need to ask for you name."

Yunho hummed to what she said and left to go wait for his drink. Couple of minutes later, he gets his order and goes to sit at a table. Yunho observed Y/N from afar, noticing how tired she looked, dark circles prominent under her eyes. She looked like the soul was drained out of her body. Yunho didn't notice that he sat at the table for two hours until Y/N walked up to him.

"If you're not gonna order anything, then fucking leave." She muttered.

"Sorry?" Yunho was snapped out of his thoughts.

Y/N points to the sign on the wall, "You can't sit at a table for more that 2 hours unless you're ordering something else."

"Oh yeah, my bad." Yunho got up to leave, he bumped into Y/N's shoulder which caused her to stumble and trip.

"Are you okay?" He tries to hold her arms to steady her, but she slapped his hands away.

"Go."

Yunho quickly left the cafe and headed home, turning on his IPod to listen to him music; the memories of the gift reminding him of the message he received. As he walked around the city, newsflash of Wooyoung's arrest pop up on screens left and right, he tries to ignore them so he doesn't get angry again. Yunho managed to get home without looking at them too much.

He collapsed on the couch and pulled out his phone to check some messages, only getting a "remember practice on tuesday!!" message from San. He then started scrolling on social media for a bit when he found something interesting:

"The Dark Secret Behind Jung Seojun, CEO Of JUNG HOTEL."

He clicked on the link which exposed the whole truth. Apparently, Wooyoung's dad was convicted of murdering his late wife by forcing her to take pills. Jung Seojun's wife was cleaning the house but she missed a spot and when Jung came back home, He proceeded to beat her and make her go into overdose with opioids. Two days later, he announces the birth of his first child that he had with a mistress, presumably Wooyoung.

He then got a ping from his messages, it was... Jungwon? He clicked to message to reveal something he never thought he'd hear from him.

JW: "I'm sorry for bullying you, Seonghwa was my friend too." - 8:12 PM

Yunho's eyes widened as he read the message over and over again, he then replied.

YH: "What are you talking about?" - 8:14 PM

JW: "Wooyoung sent me that video of him killing Seonghwa." - 8:14 PM 

Jungwon then sent a video, when yunho clicked on it he was dumbstruck. Wooyoung and Taehyun were threatening Seonghwa with knives for "embarrassing them". When he refused to say sorry, both of them started mercilessly stabbing him, cries of pain echoing from him. Yunho stopped the video as he couldn't watch anymore, tears streamed down his face.

JW: "I can help you." - 8:15 PM



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