POISONED YOUTH: TWISTED

CHAPTER 6

The six of them were sprawled all over the living room, exhausted breaths filling the otherwise quiet space as they stared blankly at nothing.

Jaemin and Jeno were lying on the carpet like dead starfish, completely drained from the previous night.

Jisung and Chenle shared one couch, with Jisung's upper body practically sprawled on top of the other. His long legs hung over the armrest, but Chenle was too worn out to push him away.

Mark was lying on the other couch with one arm covering his eyes, his legs casually resting across Haechan's lap.

Meanwhile, Haechan sat at the other end of the couch, staring at the ceiling as his heart continued beating at an unexplainably fast pace.

Running footsteps from the staircase echoed through the house.

Renjun happily descended, hopping off the last step before running toward the others with a wide smile and both arms raised.

"Guys! Jin Corp was finally pronounced guilty! We did it!"

He immediately stopped when nobody celebrated.

His arms slowly dropped, and his smile turned into a pout as he looked at the group, all of whom appeared to be on the verge of death.

"Or not," he mumbled.

Renjun huffed before walking over to the two men sprawled across the floor. He lightly kicked Jeno's side.

"Jeno, go sleep in your room."

"Goawayasdfghjkl..."

Renjun's brows furrowed.

He looked at Jaemin, who was already fast asleep beside him, then glanced at the two youngest and Mark. They were all asleep as well.

"Those men really beat you up, huh?" he muttered.

"Renjun."

The sudden voice made him jump.

"Oh fuck! Hyuck!"

Renjun placed a hand over his chest, earning a quiet chuckle from Haechan. His tongue absentmindedly played with his lip ring as he watched Renjun.

"Did you ask her name?"

Haechan looked up at him.

"Na Yeoreum." He raised his wrist, where the name had already appeared beneath his sun tattoo.

Renjun raised a brow.

"Na Yeoreum..." He repeated the name slowly, his mind trying to place it. "Where did I hear that name before?"

Haechan sighed and pushed Mark's heavy legs off his lap. The man let out a small, sleepy whine before shifting into a more comfortable position without ever waking up.

"I'm off."

"Wait! What about them?"

Haechan shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I don't know, Jun. Either you let them sleep there or carry them to their rooms. Your choice."