So I had left to go to the bar again, ignoring Jisung's drunk call towards me that sounded more like "Are you sure you don't want (cough) dick?" But before long, a man had started sliding towards me, stumbling slightly so I guessed he was tipsy. "Alone, babygirl?" He looked at least ten years older than me (maybe more if I was going to be honest) and I slithered back in disgust. "No." I turned towards the bar again, ignoring his drunk advances towards me. "Well I'm sure we can figure something out." He chuckled, and burped after, a glass of who-knows-what in his hand. "You know, in my bedroom-" I shot him a hard glare. "I'm not here alone, asshole. And please, keep your hands-"
"Fuck- guys keep your hands off each other!" A loud voice called over the blaring music and I turned around to find two people... fighting? At first sight it seemed like it was Hyunjin and Donghyuck, and they were already bruised. My immediate reaction was to walk towards their direction but a hand on my arm stopped me. "Babygirl, stay with me. I'll protect you." I rolled my eyes, snatching my arm out of his grip and walking towards the other direction. "What the fuck is going on?" I called out over the music and Seungmin shot me a sympathetic look, arm still around Da-yoo's waist.
I knew better than to interfere when boys 'fight'. Eun-soo had finally returned, glancing worriedly to the boys' direction. "They won't die... right?" She grimaced. "Keep your fucking mouth to yourself, Hwang." Donghyuck began, aiming a punch to the underside of Hyunjin's jaw. "Why should I? They worked magic against your girlfriend's pu-" He was knocked to the ground inside, but had a grin still on his face. Donghyuck smeared his blood with the back of his hand. "Shut the fuck up asshole." "That's enough, boys!"
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"You're fucking stupid, you know that right?" Donghyuck smiled weakly, limping as he sat down at one of the benches lining the road. I was set 'in charge' of him as Da-yoo had described it, funny for her to say because she left with her boyfriend, going who-knows-where. "Sure, sweetheart." He grinned, and there was a pang in my heart, of course he still kept that smirk on his face, even when he was hurting inside. That made me think, did ever show his feelings to anyone, anyone?
"Why did you fight?" I crossed my arms, scanning his face that remained expressionless. "Why don't you?" He replied, wiping off the blood on the corner of his lips with the back of his hand. "Cut the shit, let's get an an uber or something-" "No!" He stopped me quickly, grabbing my arm and throwing me onto the bench. "My dad can track it." I almost forgot, forgot that Donghyuck had come from a wealthy family. And wealthy families are dysfunctional. "So should I buy you a wheelchair or something?" I gazed into his eyes that wouldn't dare to meet mine.
