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Out

All three men decided to get out of the house and let Ten back in, because if Jongin came into the house and started throwing things around, he knew Ten would momentarily forget his fear and claw at the Korean. As they exchanged places with the three in the car, another car pulled up just by the side of the road.

Zuho stepped away from Junhee, folding his arms on his chest and keeping a straight face. They watched as Jongin stepped out of the silver car and pulled at his sleeves to straighten them a little.

Junhee flickered his eyes up to Zuho before focusing back on the toughest of them all. Jongin slammed the car door behind him and kept his eyes on Johnny, stamping up to him and stopping but an inch in front of his face.

"Where's Ten?"

Johnny actually scoffed right in his face. "What the hell?! You're acting as though I'm actually going to tell you."

Jongin grumbled something. "Youngho, I swear to god, what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Jongin--" Junhee tried to intervene, but Zuho nudged his hand with his own as if to say 'Stop.'

Johnny gaped, eyes widening as he shuffled his feet but kept his ground. "I'm the one who has something wrong with me?! What about you, the raging psychopath with a screw loose?!"

Nobody was very sure what happened next, but Johnny stumbled backwards with a hand holding over his lip and his eyes squeezed shut. The sudden spark of pain zipping down his body his body caused him to groan uncomfortably.

As he tried to steady himself and throw another punch back at him, Zuho grabbed his wrist and pulled him backwards. "Don't," the Korean said.

Junhee gasped. "Zuho! What are you doing?!"

Jongin stepped back and rubbed his knuckle. "Teaching the faggot a goddamn lesson," he muttered as if that was a legitimate reason.

Junhee exhaled sharply, palms facing outward. "And that's a reason to hate him?"

"He put me in jail!"

Junhee mumbled. "You deserved it."

Jongin looked from Johnny (who looked in pain), to Zuho who was staring at Junhee, who in turn was looking at his feet nervously. The silence was tense as he stepped towards the shortest. Suddenly, his hand shot out and he grabbed Junhee's collar tightly in his fist.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, missing the way Zuho flinched beside him at his actions. After no reply, Jongin's eyes scanned over him as if he was searching for something, and then he found it. "Oh my god, you're gay! I knew it!" He exclaimed, shaking his hand a little bit.

Junhee grabbed at Jongin's hand and tried to get him off. "L-Let go!"

Jongin laughed hysterically and shook a bit harder, watching his head loll back and forth weakly. "And all this time, you were helping?! Oh my god... How many guys have you been with? Don't you just feel disgusted with yourself?"

Junhee shook his head and bit his lip. "Please let go."

"And all those times you spoke about your girlfriend? Did she ever exist?" Jongin asked. "Or was it a guy?"

"I-I didn't have one..."

"Wait until this is over! I'll make you regret being so gross--"

Zuho appeared next to them, glaring at Jongin and tearing his fist off the smaller. "Don't you dare," he said and pushed him backwards. Jongin watched in shock as Zuho stroked Junhee's hair, checking if he was alright.

He grimaced at the sight. "What are you, Zuho? Gay too?"

Zuho whipped his head around. "No. I'm just not seeing your bullshit through any more."

Jongin huffed, "You bastards!" angrily before he felt the dull ache of a fist to his jaw, and for a moment his vision sparked black. "What the--" and then he stopped speaking, because he tripped over his own foot and sent himself into the ground.

Johnny watched him collide with the concrete, feeling absolutely no remorse in his blood. Jongin was unconscious.

Breathing heavily and wincing a little from the pain in his head, he turned and saw Junhee hide in Zuho's body, crying - and trying not to, at least - from the shock of his friend turning on him. But then, were they really ever friends? They felt more like followers at this point.

Zuho calmed him and cradled his head. "It's alright, Jun," he whispered.

Johnny relaxed his bones and dialled 999 on his phone. "Yeah, I've got an unconscious man in my driveway... He tripped and hit his head... Five minutes? Okay, thank you."

He ended the call and shouted over at the two, saying, "You know where mine is, right? Want to come over for a drink?"

Zuho looked up and shook his head politely at the American. "I think Junhee should get some rest. I'll be taking him home."

Johnny nodded understandingly as they walked away slowly. He turned his attention back to Jongin. Crouching down, he flicked a small stone into his forehead and said, "Idiot."

It was funny, actually, because when all the anger and irrational hate for gay men left his face, he wasn't that bad looking. If anything, he seemed like the type of person he would get along with. Johnny shrugged and waited for the ambulance. It was just a shame he was so damn stupid.