ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

T W E N T Y - T W O

"I'm going to fucking kill him."

Yunho's jaw tightened as he clenched his teeth, his eye twitching as he jabbed the 'report account' button. He then pulled out his own phone and did the same, already making a new one to mass report Taehyun. Yunho went over to Y/N and hugged her tightly, his hand almost gripping her hair.

"Don't worry, I'll fix it I swear." He promised with a sigh.

"But it's already there- everyone saw it already." She mumbled, looking down to avoid eye contact.

"I said I'll fix it." Yunho repeated with determination, "It's gonna be okay."

"But-"

"Y/N," He said, "I'll take you home, wash up and get some rest okay? Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

She nodded her head in acceptance, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. Yunho saw and quickly wiped them away, revealing how red and puffy they've gotten. She let go of the hug and stepped back.

"O-oh here, your jacket." Y/N took off the jacket and handed it to him.

"Keep it," Yunho declined, "You can have it."

Y/N hesitantly took the jacket back, her eyes wavering. She then picked up her phone, seeing a slight crack on it from the fall, and shoved it into her pocket. Soon after she picked up all her things, Yunho then walked her back to her house with their fingers intertwined. The mood around them was like a funeral on a rainy night, both of them on the verge of a breakdown.

Once Yunho dropped Y/N off, they bid goodbyes to each other and went their separate ways. Y/N closed the front door quietly to not draw too much attention to herself. She quickly wiped whatever tears she had left on her face and went upstairs. She had just realised how late it was; the house was mostly dark, except for the light by the stairs so her sister doesn't get scared. Y/N looked over to the kitchen, where she saw a plate wrapped in foil on the countertop with a note attached to it. She went over to see that her mother made her some food in case she didn't eat at Yunho's place.

Y/N smiled at the kind gesture and put the plate in the fridge, planning to save it for the next day. She went upstairs quietly, careful not to wake anyone up, and went to her room. She softly sat on the bed and pulled up her phone, where she was met this the same photos again. Tears starting to well up in her eyes as she read the comments; most of them ranging from people calling Taehyun a dick to people just straight up body-shaming her. Y/N put her phone away and tried to get some rest as Yunho suggested. Hopefully he kept his word that somehow, this could be fixed.

...

As soon as Y/N closed her front door, Yunho went dashing across the street, opening his phone to try to see where Taehyun could be. From what he learned from people's posts and stories, he was at a club not too far from where he was. He sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him to the night club, sweat forming on his forehead. After his long run, he had reached it; the lights outside were blinding and the music made the ground shake.

Yunho burst through the door, the smell of second-hand cigarette smoke and alcohol hitting him in the face. He started to push through people to get to who he's searching for, making people stare at him, wondering why he's so aggressive. And then that's when he saw him.

"You fucking dickhead."

Without Taehyun noticing, Yunho's hand lunged at his throat, slamming his head into the wall while choking him. Taehyun couldn't register a reaction until his airways were partially blocked; turning his head violently to get a glimpse of who was attacking him. He then swung his leg to Yunho's stomach, making him let out a cry of pain as he stumbled to the ground.

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing?" Taehyun spat, towering over his collapsed body.

"I should be the one to ask you," Yunho pounced up from the floor, delivering an uppercut straight to Taehyun's chin.

From there, the fight escalated even furthur; punches were being thrown left and right, each one of them covered in bruises by now. People pulled out their phone to record the incidents while some of them grabbing their friends to leave so they don't get dragged into it. The more it continued, the more Yunho seemed to overpower Taehyun, striking him any chance he gets. Suddenly, Taehyun elbows Yunho straight in the mouth, making his mouth bleed and stumble back.

Yunho fell on the floor with a loud thud, groaning in pain at his injuries. He looked up to see Taehyun looking down at him in distaste.

"Why are you even fighting me you bitch?" He breathed out, giving Yunho a kick to his thigh.

"Why'd you post those photos of Y/N?" Yunho's eyes pierced into his.

Out of the blue, Taehyun then let out a laugh; going from a small chuckle to full on howling. He wiped the tears that formed out of his eyes before kneeling down to Yunho's height.

"Is this what it's all about, huh? Your silly little crush had her photos leaked?" He giggled sadistically.

"My girlfriend." Yunho spat back.

"Oh."

A smug grin pulled at Taehyun's lips, his yellow-stained teeth on display, "And you think she isn't playing you?"

"What?"

"C'mon, think about it," Taehyun started circling Yunho, "You think the girl that bullied you since freshman year just suddenly had a change of heart? Come on not even that Shinhyuk guy is that dumb."

"She wouldn't," Yunho answered, "And your ass took advantage of her, you little cu-"

"Listen," Taehyun interrupted, "I'm just letting you know, that's all. Don't come to crying when she says you were just a dare."

Yunho had enough. He got up and swung his foot hard at his head, causing a slight crack to be heard. Taehyun's eyes rolled back into his head lazily before stumbling and losing his footing. His headed pounded loudly as the disorientation hit him; a static sound filling the atmosphere as the light became stronger and brighter. He holds his stomach as a sudden nausea hits him, feeling the urge to throw up. Taehyun's lack of balance finally got to him as he fell down and passed out, leaving people around them gasping and backing away from his body. A small trail of blood leaked from the side of his head, an evidence of what Yunho has done to him.

Yunho snaps out of his anger and looks around the room, most of the people there stepping away from him out of fear, a small number of people smiling and giving him a thumbs up. He looked down at his foot, then Taehyun, then the others.

He has done what he dreamt of for years.

And Wooyoung's next.