POISONED YOUTH: TWISTED

CHAPTER 9

"What took you so long?"

Those were the first five words Chenle heard the moment he stepped into the house.

He simply raised both hands in surrender before dropping onto the couch, accidentally crushing Jisung underneath him.

"What? Chenle, get off!"

Jisung struggled to push him away with one hand while desperately clutching his phone with the other, his fingers frantically moving across the screen. His character was in the middle of a Battleground match, and one wrong move could get him killed.

"I ran into someone important," Chenle answered, completely ignoring the boy whining and grumbling beneath him.

By now, Jisung had accepted his fate and returned his attention to the game, continuing the match with Jaemin and Jeno.

"And who's that?" Mark asked from the other couch, his attention split between Chenle and the movie playing on the television.

"Haechan's soulmate."

The entire room went silent.

Every head immediately turned toward Chenle before their eyes shifted toward the said person.

Haechan slowly raised a brow.

Chenle chuckled at the reaction and finally stood up, moving to the empty couch beside them. He barely sat down before Jisung released a relieved sigh.

"Finally."

Rolling his eyes, Chenle grabbed one of the controllers and casually fiddled with it.

"She had a nosebleed."

Haechan choked on his water. "She what?!" 

Jaemin and Mark immediately turned toward Haechan, both of them suddenly looking at him with far too much interest.

Jeno grinned from his spot on the floor, still focused on his game.

"Oohhh, Haechanie is worried~"

"I'm not." Haechan scoffed, leaning farther back into the couch. "So that's why my nose felt so hot earlier."

Mark's brows lifted as a knowing smile appeared on his lips. "Ohhh. You're starting to feel what she feels now."

Haechan groaned and slumped against the backrest. "Is there a way to stop this?"

"There is."

Everyone turned toward Jaemin.

The man calmly looked up from his phone.

"Die."

Haechan cursed and smacked his head.

Jaemin immediately winced and rubbed the sore spot on his head, his lips forming a pout.

"You're hurting Aeri too, Hyuck."