♡ favorite | han seojun x oc

thirty two

"what?" i stare at seojun, who is still taken aback by my irritated tone with him prior to my surprise. he now shifts from his stance towering over me, and closes the distance between us by taking a seat on the couch.

"she sent a couple of texts a while ago, but i didn't respond obviously. now recently, she began calling me after she sent me the incriminating video that i wished to know why she fucking recorded it in the first place," seojun tries to reason with me, and i can tell that he's treading lightly.

he doesn't speak for a moment as my eyes just bore into his own, and my mind is processing all this new information thrown at me.

"why do you have her phone number saved? you seem oddly guilty for someone who is being digitally harassed by someone i used to be in close contact with," i ask him, my words coated with caution.

i watch his eyes dart to the phone laying on the table besides us, and it lights up with a notification from none other than yuna.

"you're going to be upset by what i'm going to say, but please understand i was stupid at the time," seojun leads with a tone that already pisses me off. that is, the tone of an excuse.

i am practically bracing myself for him to confess.

"chorong begged me to set him up with her-"

"-you fucking kissed her didn't you?"

"what?!" the word doesn't come out like a question, but instead it reflects the abrupt switch in his mood from guilty to wrongfully accused.

"hyojin. what on earth are you talking about?" he's watching me as i stride over to my backpack that is leaning against the opposite side of the coffee table.

he watches me with furrowed eyebrows as i hastily unzip my backpack and snatch the retched envelope that i've opened so many times since i received it.

i toss the photographs across the wooden coffee table, and it covers almost the entire surface of it. seojun's eyes are quick to train itself on the undeniable evidence that supports my accusation.

"who gave this to you and why did they take these photos?" seojun lifts his head to meet my unamused expression as my hands rest on each side of my hips. i cock my head towards the table. a confused look as overtaken him now, as he waits for my answer.

"explain the photos first."

"look, as much of a disloyal person this picture paints me to be, let me point out a few things." seojun has now risen from his seat on the couch so that he's towering over me again, with one of the photos clutched in his hand.

i don't speak a word as he continues, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

"whoever took these photos purposely left out the context of this entire encounter. you don't even see chorong who was with us watching the entire thing. we met up with yuna thinking that i could set him up with her, but she suddenly grabbed me and kissed me instead. she knew you and i were broken up at the time," seojun explains, and ducks his head towards the pile.