philophobia • k.yk + k.ch | √

1.2 | ANGEL

firstly, i feel bad for making chani go though such a horrible experience as a first *wacks self with a plastic hammer*

secondly, LOOKIE THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE HEAR ME SCREECHING RN

k.hy 🌀

"what's with you making chanhee cry this early?" taeyang asked the fuming red with jealousy hwiyoung as he stormed his way down the stairs, dropping onto the couch.

the younger kept his silence.

"did you know today's chanhee's birthday?" taeyang sat by his side on the couch and turn on the television.

hwiyoung's body tensed up and his eyes widen. all of his jealousy went down the drain instantly.

he regretted his action now.

"it's his birthday?" hwiyoung voice cracked from how soft he's mumbling.

"you didn't know?! what, hwiyoung-" remembering there's another presence in the house, taeyang lowered his voice.

"so basically, you made him cry on his birthday. not from happiness, hell no. from pain and fear." taeyang made the younger look at him.

"you better make it up to him, you've scarred him for life." taeyang sighed when hwiyoung doesn't even dare to look at him from guilt.

"h-how? hyung, you have to help me. i can't live with myself if i don't make it up to chani by the end of today." hwiyoung grabbed the older's hand in desperation for his help.

the look chani had when he left him there, and slamming the door on his face. the way his body writhed in pain. his head hit the headrest too, is he alright?

the feeling of regret was so strong, hwiyoung can drown himself.

kim hwiyoung, you fucking idiot. chani loved you, and you did this.

hwiyoung slapped himself hard, so hard that it left a print on his cheek.

"next time, let me slap you. you have no right to slap yourself." the older one took out his phone and messaged someone before putting it away.

"who's chanhee's favorite hyungs?"

"youngbin hyung?" there was another name, hwiyoung racked his brain hard.

"fucking idiot. this ain't the hwiyoung i know when we robbed that convenience store." taeyang give him a soft wack on his head.

chanhee brainwashes him with love, so much he lost his intelligence, it seems.

"yeah, you clever ass. go and ask his older brother for help. the first thing hyung'll do is to give you a beating for fucking with chanhee's feelings."

"oh, rowoon hyung!" just saying his name made hwiyoung boil with jealousy, but now isn't the time for this.

"go. before chanhee gives up loving you. go!" taeyang shoved a coat at the younger one and pushed him out of the house.

"don't you dare come back without a solution! if you don't come back at all, chanhee has me!" taeyang pulled a raspberry at him before closing the door softly.

hwiyoung sighed, combing his hair back with his fingers.

-

hwiyoung looked up from his phone to find himself at a door of a house from the private residence.

okay, one. rowoon hyung's loaded.

he hurriedly knocked on the door, shifting his weight from his toes to the ball of his feet in anxiousness.

he wasn't expecting a servant to open the door.

okay, he's hella loaded.

"may i know-"

"sorry for cutting, but i need to see rowoon hyung. it's really urgent." he raised his eyebrow, before peeking his head back into the house.

"who is it, hyojong?" a deep voice called out.

"sir, it's one of master seokwoo's friend." hyojong called back, flipping his blonde fringe away from his eyes.

"let him in then, lead him up to seokwoo's room." a feminine voice rang out as well.

"yes, ma'am." hyojong bowed his head and mumbled, opening the door wider and letting hwiyoung in.

"thanks hyung." hwiyoung mumbled back, seeing how hyojong sounds and looks just a little older than him.

"oh, hello hwiyoung." mrs. kim greeted, smiling.

"hello, mr. and mrs. kim. sorry for intruding quite late." hwiyoung bowed before letting hyojong lead him through the mazes of the house.

"here's seokwoo's room." hyojong knocked on the door and rowoon replied almost instantly, as if he already knew of hwiyoung's unplanned visit.

"i'll excuse myself." hyojong was about to walk off.

"thanks again, edawn hyung." hwiyoung smirked, opening rowoon's bedroom door.

"how did you-"

"know your underground name? rowoon hyung speaks of you often. 'edawn, the best rapper i've ever known!'" hyojong smiled lightly.

"yah, idiot. sorry about him hyojong hyung." rowoon came to meet them at the door.

"it's fine, i guess. what else about me did you tell him?" hyojong raised his eyebrow.

"he did tell me you and a underground vocalist got together. who was it... oh yeah, hui. you two also did the-" rowoon wrapped his huge hand around hwiyoung's mouth and dragged him into his room.

"he knows a little too much." hyojong sighed.

"okay, and cover for me. hui wants to meet me now."

"noted as done." rowoon softly close the door.

rowoon let go of hwiyoung and flopped onto his king size bed.

"i got taeyang's message, you better not have fucked up that badly."

hwiyoung let out an embarrassed laugh.

"if i didn't fuck up that badly, i wouldn't be here."

rowoon instantly widen his eyes and propped himself up on his bed, petting the empty space next to him.

"sit. you have a shit ton to explain."