Playboy • Verkwan

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[Slight smut+graphic language alart]       

         *               VERNON'S POV               *

"Shit Shit Shit Shit," I cursed repeatedly. What the hell did I just do?

Before I even realize, he was gone. Out of my reach. Who the fuck knows where he'll go again? Last time it was a joke, this time I know he was broken. His sparkling eyes with endless tears. This is not good. This is bad.

Almost for the first time ever in my life, something was out of my control... well, except that one thing. Worst, I had zero fucking idea for how to fix this.

"Fuck," I cursed again. I realized how useless my mind and hands are, it's like swearing is the only thing that I know how to do.

"Woah there-" I heard a familiar voice.

"Junhui?" I looked up, still lost in the situation, "Fuck."

"Since when did the number one playboy Vernon-" He scanned through me, "Let his toy escape?"

"Shut your fucking mouth, he's not my toy," I said, maybe just too quickly for him to notice.

Wen Junhui, the only person I've ever trusted and respected. He was my fighting partner in high school. He was amazingly good at both fighting and studying. Junhui was extremely smart, especially for these technology stuff.

He left his stare on me, waiting for me to puzzle out what I was gonna say next.

"I'll find him," He sighed and finally gave up.

"Do it fast or I'll... ugh fuck," I messed up my hair impatiently, "Shittttt!"

"You know what I need," He unlocked his phone without looking at it, holding his other hand up.

I didn't need to ask. That fucking guy is obsessed over alcohol, but luckily, his health was never bothered by it. I grabbed two bottles of whiskey. He was doing something on his phone now.

"Catch," I said, then threw the full glass bottle towards him. He perfectly catched the whiskey without even looking up from his phone.

"Name?" He asked while opening the bottle. He was also strong. By strong, I mean the kind of strong that can open a whiskey bottle empty handed.

"Boo-" I paused, Seungkwan's face appeared in my mind, "Seungkwan."

He quickly typed a few letters on his phone, scanned through the texts, then sighed, "What did you even do to this poor boy?"

"I got too annoyed, so, you know-" I said nervously, "I spilled out things I researched about his parents."

"Annoyed," He repeated, smirking, "Sure." He looked away from his phone, looked at me, then we cheered and drank the whiskey.

"Just fucking admit it," He said, after taking more slips from the bottle.

"Fuck," I swore again, Jun was way too smart for me to trick, "I was jealous."

"Of what?" He seemed like he never wanted to end this conversation.

"His friend," I said, thinking of that Joshua kid, "He was blushing and giggling and staring at that fucking kid."

I drank again, hard. I let the burning liquid slide down my throat ruthlessly. He looked at me and shaked his head, "Well, this is a first."

"He's different," I spilled out, "His confident and smile and innocence. Everything about him so- warm."