"Don't lie to me Woo, I know he wasn't just a friend!" the older boy exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. "You like him don't you? You want to leave me and go to him, am I right?! Well go ahead! I couldn't care less."
Wooyoung sighed and turned back to his boyfriend, "I've told you before Chanyeol, I love you and only you," he planted a kiss on the other's cheek, pulling him into a hug.
"Why is that so hard to believe?" he let out an exasperated sigh as if he was talking to himself.
"I don't want you seeing him anymore," Chanyeol huffed as he shrugged off the hug, ignoring the miserable boy.
The raven-haired bit his lip, but nodded holding back his tears, not wanting to anger the other any further.
It was always like this, it had been for a couple of months now. Every time Wooyoung would make plans to see his friends or reunite with his old ones, Chanyeol would always prevent him from doing so. Using excuses such as,
You can only hang out with me.
They'll steal you away.
YOUR MINE.
And slowly, his friends started to leave him one by one.
Repeating the same message, "Leave him... He isn't good for you"
Wooyoung knew, it didn't take a genius to see that their relationship was toxic, but the younger couldn't bear to leave him either. Call him an idiot, but he tended to overthink and was too considerate for his own good. He could only imagine how Chanyeol would react if he even mentioned breaking up with him.
Things used to be different though. Chanyeol used to be a fluff ball, acting cute all the time, he used to love PDA.
Until one day, it was like someone flicked a switch. His eyes held a different glint, more predatory. Chanyeol started viewing Wooyoung as something less than a human as the months went by, eventually treating Wooyoung as nothing more than a mere object.
"I want coffee...let's go." the pink haired boy firmly gripped Wooyoung's wrist and dragged him along.
The couple made their way to the coffee shop located down the street. The whole time Wooyoung kept his head down, blindly following Chanyeol as he was lost in his own thoughts. While he was distracted, he failed to notice his surroundings and was only snapped out of his trance when he felt another body collide with his.
Wooyoung fell to the ground with a thud, looking up to see who he bumped into. His dark brown eyes made contact with a pair of hazel ones, belonging to the boy standing before him. The ravenette stared at the stranger in awe, he could've sworn he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
It was only when Wooyoung realized what the white haired boy was doing did he gasp. In the moment in which they had crashed, he had accidentally caused the poor boy to spill hot coffee all over his Chanel shirt. He quickly stood up from the ground, pulling some tissues out of his pockets as he apologized to the ethereal boy in front of him.
Wooyoung tried his best to clean the spilt coffee with his tissues, while attempting to bow at the same time, "I am so sorry, are you okay?"
Before the newcomer could respond, Wooyoung felt himself being pulled back, "We're leaving, now," Chanyeol growled, pulling the other back by his scarf.
"We can't just leave-" Wooyoung started but cut himself off when he saw the dangerous glint in his boyfriend's eyes.
The ravenette pulled out his tissue pouch and placed it in the hands of the silver haired stranger. He bowed one last time muttering a quick and quiet 'I'm really sorry' before being dragged away by the pink-haired.
Chanyeol turned a corner to the side of the building, slamming Wooyoung into the red brick wall. Wooyoung whimpered at the pain that shot through his spine, fear swallowing his body whole. He knew he had fucked up.
"How many fucking times do I have to tell you?!" the older boy yelled.
Wooyoung couldn't find the courage in him to speak, "I-It wasn't intentional," he stuttered.
Chanyeol scoffed, "Wasn't intentional?! You're hands were all over him, you bitch!"
"I spilled coffee all over him-" Wooyoung stopped talking when he felt a harsh sting on his cheek. The younger boy looked at Chanyeol in disbelief as he clutched his cheek, tears pooling in his eyes.
Chanyeol had never hit him. Through the months, he had verbally abused and gaslighted the younger, but never had he physically abused him. To say Wooyoung was shocked was an understatement. His body seemed to be paralyzed, not knowing what to do, as he had never come across this situation before.
"Shut up, we're leaving," the pink haired turned around, walking to the car.
"I'm...sorry," Wooyoung whispered softly, a single tear falling from his glassy eyes. The dull pain from the slap lingered while he wiped the rest of his tears away. "I'm okay, I'm okay," he tried to reassure himself. The sudden sound of a honk startled him, he turned his head to see where it came from.
"You have 10 seconds to get in or I'm leaving without you," Chanyeol spoke from the car, not even sparing his boyfriend a glance.
Wooyoung quickly scurried into the car, taking his seat in the back of the car, remembering how Chanyeol told him how he couldn't be seen with 'someone like him'.
As the car drove off into the distance, the two passengers failed to notice a pair of eyes that witnessed everything from the beginning to end. The blonde stranger pulled out the pouch of tissues from his pockets, fiddling with it while he watched the car drive away.
Yeosang hummed, throwing the pouch into the air and catching it, "How interesting," he sipped his newly bought cup of coffee. "Sleep with one eye open, karma, spares no one."
He turned around and spoke into his ear piece, "New mission tonight, I need someone to track this license plate number. Listen carefully."
