Fake Love

Chapter 20

Vs POV:

Why do I feel this ping in my chest like something hurts? Why do I have to wait in the hallway? Like I'm contemplating something, like I don't want to leave.

What am I thinking,

Of course, I don't want to leave. I want to stay. I want to watch him. I want to make him cower; I want to see the effect I have on him. The way his cheeks reddens and his little ears flare up. The way his eyes gets glossy and lips quivering. The way he tries to get away from me, crawling in on himself.

I can't help but smile as I walk downstairs, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water before going to the room. Everyone else is already waiting for me. Except for Jin hyung. He can't stand these types of games. He doesn't have the stomach; he doesn't have the cunningness. He doesn't know how to cheat your way around, how to trick people into making them believe you.

Me myself? I'm an expert. My face says it all and yet no one can read it. Not even Jeon. That fucker! I wonder if he's back yet. If he's done going on his little killing spree. If he's finished with his little revenge trip. Poor unfortunate souls. I blame Min. He has been trying for years to lurk some of his stuff into Jeons drinks, but Jeon always knows. He always plans ahead and manages to see it. I wonder what made him fail this time?

"You ready V? You took your damn time! Have you fallen in love already?" Jeon mocks, nonchalantly leaning back on his chair with crossed arms and legs on the table. Min sits back casually as well, smirking at Jeons points and obviously awaiting my answer. I huff annoyed. The dicks have gamed up on me. Two against one. That ain't fair play.

I grin, snickering for myself before Jung enters the room behind me. Attention on him and his workout clothes, he's forehead dripping with sweat, trying to catch his breath. "The fuck happened to you? Where you chased here?" I scoff watching him wipe his tired face off. He scowls at me, eyeing me up and down before deciding to ignore my sarcastic question and instead head for the table.

"Are we gonna start playing or not?" Jung asks while sitting down. To my relief everyone nods in agreement ignoring their previous points and remarks.

"How's the station?" Jeon asks, flipping his cigarette pack open and grabbing one with his mouth, he points it towards me before moving it straight to Min, knowing that I won't take one. I'm not gonna fill my lungs with cancer.

I actually plan on sticking around for a while.

Min grabs one, nodding a thank you as Jeon moves his hand towards Jung who just shakes his head while sorting out his cards. "It's hell honestly." Jung sighs, deeply focused on his deck. The flick of a lighter can be heard in the otherwise silent room as everyone is too busy with their own set. Min blows a cloud of white smoke towards the lamp hanging above our table, watching as it evaporates in the air before he coughs and goes for another drag.

I shake my head disapprovingly, waiting for the other ones to finish. I'm already losing this round. My cards are shit and I can't be bothered putting up a poker face if it ain't worth it. I leave them by the table, heading over to the bar to get some much-needed alcohol after this stressful day. I look back at Min, watching him eye me up and down before he nods and throws a plastic bag my way.

I automatically catch it. My reflexes heightened after years in this business. "Looks like you need it," he comments, ever so casually and with no face expression as usual. I roll my eyes sarcastically, knowing that he's right, but too proud to admit it.

"Do you think he knows?" Min asks unbothered, watching Jung reach for his flask that he always brings with him. He takes a huge sip, drying his mouth afterwards and grimacing when he swallows. "Of course, he knows," Jung starts. "Park ain't stupid which is why he hasn't done anything yet. Losing her made a great impact on him. It's gonna put him out of play for some time and with us roaming around his mansion looking for clues, he will have to lay low for a while" We nod in union, sighing when Jeon wins the first round.

He looks like a little kid in the candy shop. Greedily grabbing the cash that we betted with before we started. He lights another cigarette, overly satisfied with himself and I have to finish half of my drink not to get pissed off at him.

Just his presence annoys me.

"I wonder what RM wants to do next," Min thinks out loud. "Knowing him, he wouldn't wait for too long. He wants to hit Park while he's still licking his wounds from the last battle. He wants to get him while he's still getting ready." I comment, shuffling for a new round. "Boom, just like that" Jeon puffs up his cheeks, motioning a bomb going off with his hands.

"I wonder about him though. How long will it take before RMs patience run thin enough." "With Jin hyung around, RM will probably lay low himself. Wait it out and sugar talk with his feisty little boyfriend before he cowardly goes behind his back and does it anyway," Min takes another drag, his eyes filling with tears from too much nicotine, but knowing Mins body and what he does to it, I ain't worried.

"I'm curious about which one he will pick," Jeons focused on his cards, but his comment makes us hum in union. He throws them away obviously not happy with his set because he stands up and goes for a bottle of soju by the bar. "Me," I answer unbothered, making them look at me. "You?" Jung furrows his eyebrows, eyeing my poker face but unable to read me.

"Yeah," I don't look up. "RM knows. He knows I have a tendency to get attached to cute little things like that. That's why when the time comes, he will pick me," I sigh not really happy with the idea, but still fascinated about it. "He will test you," Min acknowledges making me nod as an answer.

"Flush," Jung announces making Min throw his cards away in frustration. I smirk, watching Jung go for the money before I place my cards on the table. "Full house," Jung grumbles, crossing his arms in annoyance before taking another sip of his flask.

"Can I watch when it happens?" That fucking stupid question again. Why does he always have to watch! I scowl at him, watching him eye me with the saddest puppy eyes ever. Eyes that hides pure evil, but you wouldn't know if you didn't know Jeon.

"Haven't you already killed enough today..." I spit, shuffling again. Jeon looks sad, his eyes moving swiftly towards his belt where the bloody knife still hangs. "Only 3, I managed to restrain myself" He says proudly while shooting a hateful look towards Min who just giggles while starting his 3rd cigarette.

I sigh, running a hand through my messed-up hair before, like fucking always, giving in. "Fine," His black demon eyes lights up with joy as he happily finishes his soju.

"I'll be good. I promise," he almost giggles.

"Yeah, you said that the last time too," I comment spitefully, winning the third round as well.