Despicable! • JUNHAO

PART TWENTY ONE.

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I never realized how often I see Joshua in my daily life until he was the second most person I dreaded seeing every day.

Now, my consistent run-ins make me wonder, what has he been up to since his fall?

Though I would never go out of my way to interact with him on a peaceful term, I can't help but feel like something is approaching after these months of calm waters.

Now, I lay reading a magazine mindlessly, waiting for Mingyu to return from his job to hang out with him.

During my days with Minghao, Mingyu and I seemed to have a strain. But now that there's nothing between us, the peace is back and we grew an even stronger friendship.

The front door pops open, and I sit up smiling ready to throw my magazine at him playfully— but I halt when I see his bruised face.

I jump up and messily run up to him, only to softly put my hands on his face while he rolls his eyes.

"Jun, back off will you. I'm fine" he insists quietly, but with a slur.

"Holy shit, Gyu! This is terrible! Oh—" I run over to the kitchen and grab a rag to clean the dried blood in his nose and chin.

"There. What the fuck happened to you?" I near whisper. To this he turns and sits on the couch with a light sigh.

"Well, I wish I knew. It was almost like I was ambushed— though I'm unsure why. Walking back from work I felt my hair get pulled— I turned around and I was socked by two or three guys.. I'm not really sure though. I didn't see any of their faces either, so, I'm kind of no use."

I grab his shoulders.

"Don't day that. We're gonna figure this out. And whoever did it m, is going to pay."

He nods, and I lean down to hug the injured boy.

After sending him off to rest, I sit stoic on the couch, the radio becoming the drivel in the background.

My brain already begins to calculate the probability.

The uni is made up mostly of loyalists to Minghao, and it's been blatant that he has eyes everywhere— chances are he has an idea how close me and Mingyu have gotten.

Chances are he has contact with people— not many though. They wouldn't go to the school, either. So it would explain Mingyu's inability to identify anybody.

Lastly, he wouldn't care if I caught on.

I'm tired of watching people cower, of my presence causing rooms to hush.

I should allow my life to continue, wait for the next move.

But I just don't care anymore.

He hurt my friend.

The last straw has been plucked—

I'm going to find him.

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