Mixed Up | Yeonbin

16. fuck you

The tension in Taehyun and Beomgyu's room was so thick it was almost suffocating.

The four boys were scattered around the small space, but all eyes were on Soobin. He sat on the floor, legs crossed, a nearly empty bottle of soju in hand.

This was Soobin, the one who barely touched alcohol, now chugging it down like it was water.

It was so out of character that none of them knew what to say at first.

Hueningkai, perched on the edge of Beomgyu's bed, kept glancing between Soobin and the others, clearly unsure how to react.

Taehyun leaned against the wall, arms crossed, brows furrowed in concern. Beomgyu, sitting next to Soobin, looked like he was ready to explode, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and worry.

Soobin hadn't said much when he arrived, just sent a text to each of them asking if they could hang out. He didn't want to be in his room, that much was clear, so they ended up at Taehyun and Beomgyu's dorm.

When Soobin showed up with his own pack of soju, everyone had been shocked.

Soobin, the guy who didn't like drinking, was now downing the stuff like it was nothing.

They let him be for a bit, just watching as he drank in silence, clearly holding back tears. But after a while, the alcohol started to loosen his tongue, and he finally told them what had happened.

"I caught her... fucking making out with some other guy," Soobin slurred, his voice thick with emotion. "And then she—she fucking lied about it, said I... tried to hurt her."

Hueningkai's eyes widened in shock, and Taehyun's jaw clenched. Beomgyu, on the other hand, looked like he was about to lose it. "Her? Who? Is it Yuna?"

Soobin could only let a weak nod.

Beomgyu's hands curled into fists, and he shot up from his seat, but Taehyun quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him back down.

"Calm down, babe," Taehyun muttered, though he didn't sound too calm himself. "Let him finish."

Soobin took another swig of soju, wincing as it burned down his throat. "And Yeonjun... Choi fucking— Yeonjun, he believed her. Just... walked away with her like— like I was the one who did something wrong."

The room went dead silent. None of them knew what to say.

Eventually, Soobin's tears started falling. His shoulders shook as he sobbed quietly, the alcohol amplifying his emotions. "Why... why do I like him so much?" he wailed, his voice cracking.

"Why does it have to hurt so damn much?" He sobs as he drop his head down.

Beomgyu and Taehyun were momentarily speechless. It was one thing to suspect Soobin had feelings for Yeonjun, but hearing him openly admit it—while clearly in pain—was a punch to the gut.

They'd known Soobin as the steady, dependable friend; seeing him like this was jarring.

Hueningkai, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at Soobin with concern. "Soobin... is this really about Yeonjun? You—" His voice faltered as he saw the depth of Soobin's anguish.

Beomgyu, who had been barely holding it together, finally snapped. "That's fucking bullshit!" he yelled, jumping to his feet again. Taehyun had to physically push him back down this time.

"Beomgyu, stop," Taehyun warned, though his voice was strained. "Yelling isn't gonna fix anything."

But Beomgyu couldn't stay quiet. "How could he just believe her like that? After everything? Fucking hell, I wanna punch something!"

"Get in line," Soobin muttered, taking another long drink. He was starting to feel numb, which was probably a good thing considering how badly he wanted to break down.

Taehyun sighed, finally letting go of Beomgyu's arm as he sat back down. "This is so messed up," he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. "But... Soobin-hyung, you can't just drink yourself to death. We're here, okay? We've got your back."

Hueningkai nodded. "Yeah, hyung, we'll figure this out. You don't have to deal with this alone."

Soobin looked up at them, his vision a bit blurry from both the alcohol and the tears. He knew they meant well, that they were trying to help, but right now, it just felt like nothing could make this better.

"I just... I don't know what to do," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I've never felt this fucking helpless."

Beomgyu leaned closer, his anger melting as he sees Soobin's tired and puffy eyes. "We're gonna get through this, okay? And if Yeonjun's too blind to see what's really going on... then fuck him. But I swear, Soobin, you're not gonna go through this alone."

The three of them closed in, surrounding Soobin in a tight circle. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Yeah.. Fuck you, Choi Yeonjun:(