Yuta woke up.
This time, however, it wasn't his bed.
Nor Sicheng's bed.
Infact, he didn't recognise this one whatsoever.
The room looked familiar, but he's never been in this bed before.
He also recognises the person already awake, the sound of the typing being louder than the thoughts racing through his head.
Who was it?
He wanted to ask, but then the realisation of the situation dawned upon him.
Sicheng.
Wait, shit!
Sicheng!
Sicheng was the one he loved,
not this person.
Yuta shot up in the bed and felt dazed instantly.
What the fuck was he doing here?
Who the fuck was he doing it with?
"Ah, Yuta."
That voice.
Wait.
T-
No way.
No. Fucking. Way.
There was no way on Earth that Yuta had just slept with Lee Taeyong.
No.
He refused to digest what was going on.
"T-"
There was a deep giggle. "Why are you acting surprised?"
"Taeyong, what is going on?"
He laughed. "Nakamoto, don't be daft."
Taeyong didn't know about that name.
What had happened last night?
"Don't worry, Sicheng's at home, he's sleeping. I called him last night."
Yuta's heart raced. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Nevertheless, he just laughed as a mere response. "I said," He chuckled, "I called him last night. He was crying, saying that he missed you. So, I comforted him as you'd already fallen asleep after what we did."
"And we did...?"
Taeyong laughed.
Bitch.
"You're a sly cunt."
"You loved me."
"Loved. That's past tense."
Yuta frowned.
"Listen, I know what you did to Sicheng. You made him feel awful about himself, I won't allow you anywhere near me or him anymore. Leave us alone."
Taeyong laughed.
"It won't be that easy anymore."
Taeyong gave a grave smirk.
Ugh.
Yuta fucking hated Taeyong.
