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edited: 07/09/17

     Jongin can't stop pacing back and forth.

     Kyungie was holding a chainsaw.

     A blonde girl sitting on Jongin's bed.

     "Why the fucking fuck are you still here? You whore." Kyungie spat, glaring at Jongin's best friend. He knew that Jongin was once in love with her but she broke his heart. That was like, five years ago. Now, Krystal is back.

     "Chill, I'm going home on New Year's eve so relax. I won't steal Jongin away from you." she grinned, looking directly at Jongin.

     Little did Kyungie know that it was her who sent Jongin those fan letters everyday. All of it was stored inside the other room. Krystal wanted to spend time with her best friend since diapers before she goes back home to San Francisco, California. She tried threatening Jongin about Kyungie but failed miserably.

     "You better bring that flat ass of yours back to hell where you came from." Kyungie spat, still holding the chainsaw that he took from their neighbor's basement.

     Can you imagine Jongin's face full of beads of sweat from nervousness? Krystal is hard-headed no matter how many times he has told her to go back home. He's afraid that Kyungie might lose his temper and choke his best friend.

    Kyungie let out a sigh as he rolled his eyes on the blonde chick. Why was she inside their room anyway?!

     "I'm bored. Jongin, let's play." she grinned, winking.

     "Enough. You, get out." Kyungie snapped, pulling her hair. He tossed Krystal over his shoulders as we walked downstairs and threw the girl out of the house, slammed the door closed. One minute later, Kyungie also tossed her bag outside. Right after he did, he marched his way back to their room.

     Jongin can hear Krystal from outside laughing.

     "Okay, okay. Geez, Kyungie is so cute." was the last thing she said before walking away.

     "Kyungie! You didn't have to do that!" Jongin scolded him lightly, hands on his waist. "And what? Watch you two fuck behind my back? Fuck you, Jongin." Kyungie scoffed, making Jongin scared. The older can be scary as fuck once you triggered his nerves with something unpleasant.

     The two didn't speak to each other after what happened. Kyungie kept on ignoring Jongin and it was driving the younger insane. Kyungie was cooking dinner when Jongin hugged him from behind.

     "Babe."

     Kyungie hummed in response, hands still busy preparing food.

     "I'm sorry." Jongin mumbled, kissing the older's neck. Kyungie frowned, "You can always go to her, I love you so much that I'm willing to let you go."

      "No. I'm staying here with you." Jongin retorted, facing Kyungie to look at him. How can you break someone's heart when all they did was to love you?

     "It's a promise, then?"

     "Promise."

     Kyungie went to the comfort room and took all of his clothes off and put the pink apron on. Right after he went back to the kitchen, "What's for dinner, babe?" Jongin asked, sitting on the counter top. He seductively bent over the table, spread his legs so Jongin would see his white pinkish butt cheeks, bit his lips and moaned,

      "Me."