𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙎 / 𝙃.𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉𝙅𝙄𝙉 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

chapter 63: "loud table"

June 5th, 16:32 PM

The cheers died down quickly enough, the whistles being blown out casually as Y/n gripped the strap of her bag.

there stood — everyone that neglected her. Everyone that made her life worse than ever.

But for Y/n? This was a fucking circus and she was the ringleader. She scoffed to herself at the sight of everyone welcoming her so warm into their embrace. More like , welcoming her mockingly.

"Is there a show going on?" Y/n asked, her tongue filled with nothing but confidence.

"Yea, pretty much. Almost all of us on the table lost our careers to this little girl standing before us" Daeyon grinned before his voice dropped down lower than ever

"Sit down Y/n! Are you going to run home?" Wonyoung called out mockingly as she pulled the chair out right beside her for Y/n to settle on.

"How kind of you" Y/n played along, crouching down softly to sit down knowing the chair was pulled back, she tangled the chair leg around her leg and pulled it back before sitting down on it as Wonyoung bit the side of her cheek, her little attempt to humiliate Y/n failing miserably.

"Still immature, I see" Y/n looked around the table. All eyes on her, all eyes flickering down to her ring.

"You must be so happy, you were so poor and Hyunjin saved you off" Su-mi laughed mockingly, the rest of the table agreeing and throwing smiles Y/n's direction.

"Probably out of pity, she must be so confident now that she has Hyunjin's money" Byeongho added. Still the asshole he was. Nothing had changed between this little group.

"As if, she's just trying to mask her scared little kitty like face" Daeyon laughed loudly, the sound echoing throughout the restaurant.

Y/n sat there, leaning against the chair as she waited for the banter to die down, as everyone went quiet at no response of Y/n, getting frustrated that they weren't getting any reactions

"Are you done?" Y/n asked, earning a scoff from Wonyoung. "Fuck you mean, are we done? We're just getting started" She slammed her fist on the table which caused Daeyon to flinch but not Y/n who held back a giggle at the flinch.

"Shouldn't you be planning each move so that no one in the table gets scared?" Y/n asked, trying to get along while also not trying to.

"shut the fuck up" Daeyon snapped, his tone growling under his breath, his eyes now sirens as his eyebrows created a straight line on his face.

"I wasn't the first to speak" Y/n cocked an eyebrow, her lips twitching to smile at the forced threat.

"You're so fucking annoying, don't you remember the times when we shut that bitchy mouth of yours?" Byeongho groaned in annoyance as he fetched something from his pocket and took out a familiar lighter. A rose embroidered on the middle, the flames hot pink as he clicked down, lighting it up in amusement.

"I try not to remember since you guys looked too cute back then" Y/n answered as her eyes landed on the lighter, her pupils dilating then going back to their place as she kept her composure. Eun-mie laughed out like a witch, her eyes landing on Y/n as she had stayed silent the entire time.

"You know Y/n, just cause we're older now doesn't mean we can't fuck you up, you know?" She stood up, kicking her chair far back as she walked over to Y/n, her hands grabbing her chin harshly, forcingly tilting it towards herself. "That smart mouth of yours should be slit—"

Right before she finished her sentence, Y/n grabbed her wrist, pulling it down lower as Eun-mie fell lower, crouching as her eyes were now facing Y/n, her gaze dry, shooting daggers right through her soul.

"Slit? You know what else should be slit?" Y/n shoved her wrist away, standing up as Eun-mie stood up before her and tried to come up on Y/n's face which earned a shove from Y/n who sent her flying back against Wonyoung's chair. The other two men quickly stood up on guard, pissed off.

"That fucking hair of yours. You love it too much don't you?" Y/n started walking towards Eun-mie who was slowly starting to back up, away from the chair Wonyoung was sitting on.

"Stay the fuck away you bitch" she scoffed, smiling maniacally.

"Make me." Y/n didn't stop her moments, slowly crossing her arms over her chest before a yelp escaped her mouth loudly as she was pushed back to the chair with Daeyon dragging her on the seat by her hair.

"You know Y/n, we haven't played with you in a while you fucking bitch." He whispered into Y/n's ear which caused her to flinch before Daeyon tossed his phone to Wonyoung. "Film it Wony, we're gonna have fun watching it later" he smirked, his lips curving right next to Y/n's ears. Disgusting..

Daeyon took a seat right next to Y/n, they sat side by side as Y/n's shoulders were shuddered up, not coming down while Daeyon held into her hair, a fistful of them gripped around his hands.

"Hey, Nam." Daeyon called out, pulling on her hair tighter. "You bitch.." he whispered into her ear, almost seductively. Not even almost.

"I'm surprised you didn't start crying and begging for forgiveness the moment you saw this lighter right here" He pulled the lighter from the table and lit it up, the beautiful pink color used in the most wrong way as it lit up right in front of Y/n's eyes. The lighter that was used to light up their cigarettes which were later used on her skin.

"You still have our marks so why did you try to act so tough, hm?" Daeyon smirked against Y/n's ears, bringing the lighter closer as she twitched, scared. It was four against one, what more could she do?

"Yo, take a picture of this and post it on my social" Daeyon laughed, holding onto Y/n's hair tighter as Byeongho took a quick picture with a wicked smile on his face.

Byeongho finished taking it, immediately placing it in his own account on instagram. His lips curving devilishly.

"Say Y/n, will you beg like a good girl or should we just have our fun with you?" Daeyon grinned, raising his eyebrows in pleasure, finally getting his revenge.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, slowly crumbling down her cheeks before dripping down from her chin as Daeyon saw it and started laughing. "See!? You still had that in you!"

•

"HYUN!" Jisung ran into the room where Hyunjin had changed back to his sweatpants after not being able to find the right suit for himself.

"Fuck your scared me, Sung. What is it?" Hyunjin flinched as he rubbed his temples while Jisung held onto the phone tightly. The silence and the terror in Jisung's eyes making him furrow his eyebrows. "What Jisung? Tell me" He walked up to Jisung before he could say anything, snatching his phone away as his eyes landed on the picture. The familiar figure, all curled up, shoulders up and face down, her hair gripped into the hands of a familiar face. Hyunjin's face dropped immediately. His breathing quickening as his eyes darkened. "Who the fuck is this?"

"It's—"

"Who the fuck posted this?" Hyunjin interrupted Jisung, his eyes dangerously open as he had lost all the glint and gloss in his pupils.