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He put the vehicle in park, hand then reached for the silver key that had been shoved in the ignition; it being the only source that gave the expensive white car life. It only took seconds for him to turn that same small piece of metal, the roaring engine having died almost immediately after. His radio that faintly played for mere background noise too called it quits the second he grabbed the handle to the door and propped it open. It was then that he was invaded by a deadly silence; the most sound heard was the chirping of a few birds and maybe the occasional rustling of bushes. In a way the quiet gated community gave him the peace and tranquility that he would need to conserve—that is if he wanted to have a decent conversation with his rather aggressive husband. So as the multi-talented singer, rapper, and song-writing producer Christopher Bang Chan found the courage to step out of his thousand dollar vehicle, he filled his lungs with fresh air before exhaling slowly.
He even took his time when it came to closing and locking his car, as it would prolong the time spent walking up to his front door: a red piece of wood that he hasn't seen in over three days, all because of an argument the two have managed to find themselves (and an employee) involved in. It was while the two were in the studio; or well Chan was, his husband of three years Minho appeared with the intention of dropping off some lunch already knowing the slightly older male would rather work than stay healthy. And the plan had been executed perfectly, the couple having even given each other the sweetest of kisses in appreciation. Only as Minho found himself getting ready to leave, in walked an unfamiliar face. It wasn't anything too obscure, Chan had new clients almost every other day and the woman who confidently entered with the biggest smile yet smallest set of clothes may have just been another. There was absolutely no need to worry.
"Uh hi, sorry to interrupt," Her face twisted briefly at the sight of the men cuddled together, but was quickly brought back to its beaming grin. Minho raised an eyebrow at the sight, taking a few steps closer to the unknown woman. "I was told that I could record today with Mr. Bang" She batted her false eyelashes, too standing awkwardly in hopes of enhancing her chest. Minho wanted to roll his eyes at her weak attempt to seduce his husband. Instead he too gave a faux smile. And he would have exited subtly (classy even), if the bold woman hadn't continued to speak. "But if you need another minute with one of your groupies Mr. Bang, I'll just wait outside. You ca-"
"Excuse me?" The dark brunette had stopped the female from leaving. She had managed to look completely baffled at his offended tone; right eyebrow raised and glossed lips pierced together. "What did you just call me?"
Chan tugged at his wrist as if urging him to calm down.
"Minho babe, don't start anything. She probably doesn't know."
The dark brunette dismissed the older's plea, yanking his hand away. There was the curt sound of chains clanging together as his wrist had adorned multiple shiny bracelets. And thankfully there was at least some noise or else the tense atmosphere would have been enough to choke the still confused woman, Chan as well. Minho had clearly grown mad at the untrue title; and in all honesty he had every right to. For years he's gotten backlash for dating heartthrob Bang Chan—whether it be stupid name-calling, or the accusations of using such popular person in order to be famous—he's experienced it all, and quite frankly he's tired of it.
"I'm his husband you blonde bimbo, not some low-class slut like you" Minho directed the insult at the woman who now stood shocked. "Like who the fuck comes to work wearing shorts that are literally being ate by your non-existent ass?"
"Minho!" Chan stood from his black swivel chair, taking a firm position in between the two persons. Rightfully so too because now the woman grew irritant and decided to retaliate with a loud mouth and acrylic nails pointing daringly.
"Sweetheart you wish you had an ass like mine" She smirked. "Maybe then you'll be able to keep your husband from calling me so late at night. You didn't actually think I came here to record, did you?" There was cocky laughter before there was clattering and then Chan began to shout in protest.
Minho had gone furious with each word coming out of the female's mouth and before any of them knew it, he was going to attack the woman. Of course he never got to land an actual hit due to his husband catching him in time, but he definitely got to yank one or two of her clip-on hair extensions from her head. He crinkled the fake hair within his palm before throwing it to the ground in rage. He hadn't been satisfied by the steal either, pure hatred for the girl continuing to be fueled the longer she still stood with that disgusting arrogant expression. And it didn't help that Chan hadn't released him from his strong hold asking that he relax. It felt as though he was taking the girl's side, which struck him with a new wave of irritation.
"Chan, I swear if you don't get this bitch out of here, I'll be going to jail today."
"Don't worry, I'll keep your side of the bed warm while you're gone" Her smiling had been another trigger because now Minho was making his way onto a chair and leaping off of it in hopes of reaching her that way. Unfortunately Chan had yet again been the reason as to why he only managed to graze the top of her head before being pulled away.
It wasn't until the struggling of the dark brunette had been brought to a minimum did Chan finally turn to face his employee with a scowl.
"You need to leave. Now."
She scoffed at his intimidation but obeyed nonetheless. She gave one last mischievous smile towards Minho before flicking her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder and then walking out the studio door. The couple had waited until the clicking of her heels descended into nothing before they themselves had conjured a fight. Or well it was more of Minho just shouting his agitation all while Chan reclaimed his spot in his chair.
"I can't believe-" The dark brunette released a deep breath. "Chris, you better tell me that you not once even thought about sleeping with that chick!"
"I haven't and you should know that."
"Yeah, well it's kind of hard when you're acting as though none of this is a big deal."
"Because it's not!" Chan took his black cap from off his head, fingers then threading through his onyx black locks. "You're letting Amber get in your head."
Minho clicked his tongue with a slow head nod.
"Letting Amber get in my head, huh?" He collected his few belongings that had been placed upon the soundboard only minutes prior. Chan sighed heavily as he tried to stop the other from leaving. "Well you can just sleep at her place tonight. I think she'll be more than happy to suck your tiny ass dick."
He hadn't been bothered to give a farewell, just stomping his way out of the studio with a slamming of the door. And that had been the last time Chan had seen him, deciding it was best if they had a little bit of space. Or that was until today, where the famous Australian gathered as many forms of apologies as he could and returned home (after sleeping on his best friend's couch for days). He even waited patiently for the dark brunette to answer the door, growing anxious the second Minho's lovely voice had shouted that he would be right there. Thankfully he wasn't forced to stand on the porch for too long, plastering on his best dimpled smile when the red door had finally swung open. Minho blankly stared at him for a few seconds, but then turned on the balls of his feet and returned to his cooking activities within the kitchen. Chan hesitantly let himself in.
"So how was Amber's house?" It was said by Minho who focused his sight on the turkey sandwich he currently made. He grabbed a nearby knife using it to cut the square lunch into two triangles.
"I stayed at Changbin's. Seems as though he and Felix broke up again...for about the hundredth time now" The ravenette dropped his car keys onto the marble island, then maneuvering his way around until he stood beside his husband. Minho was unbothered by the proximity, simply leaning against the counter while taking a bite of his food. "But clearly you don't care, and want to hear what I have to say for an apology."
The dark brunette gave a hum.
"No sorry is going to help you Christopher."
Chan wrapped his buff arms around Minho's waist, pulling the younger but definitely taller male close. He rested his head upon the other's shoulder, too placing a delicate peck against his neck.
"Then I'll make you a promise. A promise to never make you feel like you're anything less than my amazing husband. To never make you feel as though I would ever cheat on you. Okay? I love you and nobody will change that'' With a smile growing on his face Chan turned Minho around so they faced one another. "How about tonight I show you off? Take you to Hyunjin's company party tonight and let everyone know that all of you," He leant forward to place hasty kisses upon his lover's skin yet again. "Is all mine."
Minho rolled his eyes while his lips formed a tiny grin.
"Fine."
-
His long pale fingers curled around the back of the chair pulling at the polished wood until there was enough space for his body to comfortably sit. And with the way he slowly pulled each arm from out of the sleeve of his leather jacket before making sure that the piece of clothing hung perfectly off the arm of the basic furniture, he had gotten an annoyed stare from the person who invited him. The Yang Jeongin had been unbothered by the given look though, removing his expensive pair of sunglasses from the tip of his nose and instead resting them upon his head. It gave him a more clear perception of the fancy restaurant he currently sat in, also of the way his boyfriend Seungmin couldn't resist vexation from spreading across his facial features. The younger of the two rolled his eyes at the irritation of the other, then reached out for the alcoholic drink that had already been ordered for him. He took a curious sip humming with pleasure at the taste before finally fixing his attention to the man that has yet to say a word.
"Will you just tell me what's wrong already?" After gulping down more of his beverage he placed it back on the clothed table. He leant back in his seat while his arms crossed themselves over his chest. In the meantime Seungmin fixed his posture, hands interlocking on top of the furniture as he released a heavy sigh.
"I swear it's always the same thing with you" The light brunette began to voice his thoughts, but just a few words managed to make Jeongin spiral into a frenzy of confusion. He even got ready to question what his boyfriend was babbling about but Seungmin continued on. "Why am I yet again hearing that you're fucking some random dude? At first it was you getting back with your ex. Then it was a producer at the studio. Who is it now?"
The younger immediately grew defensive, his own face twisting into one of agitation and disgust.
"What are you talking about? I've been with you for the past few days. Who told you such bullshit?"
"It doesn't matter who told me. What does matter is that you're yet again out here having sex with people who aren't me. And instead of telling the truth, you're getting pissy" Seungmin tried to keep his voice to a minimum considering there were still other customers sitting about; but the more he thought about his boyfriend cheating, the more he grew angry.
"Ain't no one getting pissy Min. You're the one who called me here to talk. But in all actuality this is just some ambush!" Jeongin began to get riled up by the situation. He should have known that his boyfriend would use manipulative tactics. "Yeah I made mistakes in the past, but I've already told you countless times that I've changed."
"And like I've told you, that trust we once had isn't the same anymore. So it's only fair that I believe the rumors" The brunette shrugged then took a sip of his own drink. And at his nonchalant attitude the younger couldn't help but roll his eyes and click his tongue.
"Who is even telling you this? Was it your little bitchy assistant Brittany?"
"Again, it doesn't matter who's telling it to me. I just need to know whether or not it's true."
Jeongin nodded his head slowly, bottom lip having been caught between his teeth. He looked to have been thinking, the occasional hum rumbling from within his throat as he stared at the magenta tablecloth. His fingers twitched and twiddled with the few golden rings aligning his fingers before they were yet again reaching for his almost empty cup. And from the looks of it, he may have been going in for the final sip that would finish it. But just as the thick glass had been removed from its place, it was being tipped. The male with dyed black hair had splashed the remaining amount of liquid upon his boyfriend, then slammed the cup back onto the table. And for a response Seungmin kept quiet, allowing for the cold beverage to drip from his face and stain his shirt.
"Fuck you Seungmin" He stood from his seat, grabbing his jacket from off the chair. And as he began to walk away, he also returned his sunglasses back to their original spot upon the bridge of his nose. "Fuck you and your truth."
-
He swayed from side to side, the soft tone of a familiar lullaby spewing from his lips as well. Gentle pats were also given to the tiny two-year-old boy's back, hopefully encouraging the child that it was alright to relax and fall asleep within his father's arms. Of course it hadn't taken long for the small boy to give into such intense fatigue, eyelids having fluttered shut only seconds after his father began to sing. And by the end of the song he was heavily breathing, completely engulfed by the dream world as he continued to be cradled by his parent. He wouldn't have even noticed when his father slowly placed him within his playpen, draping a blue and white blanket over his small form. And he most definitely wouldn't have noticed the way that same guardian Han Jisung quietly walked his way out of the bedroom not forgetting to grab his end of the baby monitor that was stashed upon a dresser.
The young father had then planned to find his son's nanny, ready to give her a few hours worth of instructions (considering he had to attend a party meant to support his ex-husband). But as he was descending the marble staircase, he managed to catch sight of said previous lover entering his home. It just gives the dirty blonde another reason as to why he regrets ever giving Hyunjin a duplicate set of his house keys. It was as if the man with long black locks truly believed he owned the place; especially with the way he almost always entered with an insane amount of energy and confidence. And tonight wasn't any different. The older male bombarded his way through the door with a gigantic smile and open arms as if awaiting for Jisung to give him a hug.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be helping set up for your party?" No matter how much frustration the blonde always held for Hyunjin, he also still held a ton of love. And that's why he hesitantly found his way into his ex's arms, admiring the warmth that the taller always managed to have. The embrace wasn't for too long though, Jisung backing away almost just as fast.
"I came to see if you're still going" Hyunjin tucked a few stray strands behind his ear. The long earring that dangled from his lobe moved when accidentally hit. "Also to see my son. I would have been here earlier but something at the company came up."
Jisung rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, it's always something at the company isn't it?"
"Come on Sung," The brunette cocked his head to the side, sighing as he did so. "Can you not start with that tonight? It's a big day for me and your negative energy is not needed right now."
"But it's the truth! It's only ever work with you" Jisung crossed his arms with a click of his tongue. "But fine, whatever. Yedam is up in his room. He just went to sleep so please don't wake him" With the wicked smirk that etched its way onto Hyunjin's face, it was obvious that keeping the child asleep was never an option. So with a quick peck to Jisung's cheek the older male was dashing his way up the same stairs that the blonde had just come down from.
That's when Jisung believed it was best if he continued on with finding the nanny. He was just a step away from his front door when it was being opened yet again. Only this time it was a woman. She shyly creeped her way in, a look of curiosity yet impatience aligning her brown irises. From what was seen she looked harmless, but the blonde man still kept his distance and stayed alarmed.
"Um, may I help you?" It was a question that had gotten her attention, her eyes finally meeting his. Or that was before she began to ogle his appearance; to which consisted of a hoodie and sweatpants for the moment. He would change into something far more classy if people stopped barging their way into his home and he was allowed to find the lady who will be babysitting his son.
"Ah, yes I'm looking for Hyunjin. He came in not too long ago" Maybe it was the way she tried to keep her voice pitched? Or maybe it was the skimpy clothes she wore? Either way, the woman standing before Jisung was rubbing him the wrong way. "We need to get going. So if you could maybe go fetch him."
"Who are you?"
"Lacy, his girlfriend" She had grown offended at the simple question. Or at least that was assumed by the way she tried to stand tall, manicured hands on her hips. She rubbed her lips together and Jisung grew disgusted by the way they had briefly stuck together due to the bright red lipstick she wore. "And who are you?"
"The owner of this house. So if you could please leave, I promise your little boyfriend will be right out" Jisung had even stepped closer to the woman, getting ready to shove her out the door. Only for retaliation she smacked his hands away before pushing at his chest. The blonde male looked at her with surprise.
"Please don't touch me. I'll leave when I want to."
"No, you'll leave now" He again tried to push her out but she managed to maneuver her way even further in. "Bitch get the hell out of my house before I call the cops."
"First of all, don't call me a bitch-"
"I already did. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Now get out!" He interrupted her with as little sympathy as possible.
"And second, I'll leave once Hyunjin co—oh would you look at that! There he is!" The Lacy lady pronounced. She bounced her way towards the stairs, almost instantly clinging herself onto the arm of a muddled Hyunjin. Jisung huffed.
"Okay great! Now you both can get out."
"What's going on? I thought I told you to stay in the car" It was said by the brunette who struggled to get Lacy to release her hold on him. He hadn't gotten very far and decided to just give up after a few moments.
"Your little girlfriend here just randomly popped up and won't leave without you. What have I told you about bringing chicks to my house?" Jisung grew mad.
"She's not—we're not dating" Hyunjin had finally managed to set his arm free. That's when he moved until he was inches away from the blonde. "She's just a friend who agreed to be my date. You know our situation and how I feel."
He sounded genuine, and for a minute Jisung wanted to believe him. But then the unwanted visitor opened her mouth once more.
"Oh now I know who you are!" She physically squirmed her way to fit between the old couple. "You're the infamous baby daddy! The one who had to get a paternity test done because you didn't know who the real father was."
"So you're telling trashy bitches our business now!?" The blonde furrowed his eyebrows. "You promised me-"
"It was a mistake."
"No it wasn't. Because right after he was between my legs, he wouldn't stop talking about how he could never trust you again...that even after the results he's still not sure that the kid is his..." Lacy looked accomplished by the way she so effortlessly spilled hurtful information. And Jisung wishes that he could be angry at her—after all, she was the one who came into his home starting petty nonsense. But as he continued to hear her ramble all animosity was directed towards Hyunjin.
"Oh so that's how you feel?" He shoved at the taller’s shoulder. "That's how you feel Hyunjin?" There was a punch to his chest now. "You don't think that's your son Hyunjin!?"
"Jisung, she's lying. I never said any of that, nor have I slept with the chick" The older tried to reach out for his ex yet was pushed away.
"Get the fuck out of my house."
-
He sat prettily; with his back straight and legs crossed. He held a glass cup by the rim of it, jewelry decorated fingers just barely saving it from crashing to the hard floor. And it had been filled with a little bit of bubbly champagne; too housing a fresh lime and a little black straw. He took sips from the cold alcohol, glossed lips leaving a sparkly pink print upon the once clear material. It was obvious that he wasn't much of a heavy drinker, nor too enthusiastic about finishing what little he was served moments ago. So instead of pretending that he was enjoying his complimentary beverage, he just placed it upon the circular table in front of him waiting for someone that was drunk enough to come steal it. He wanted to blame his lack of energy on being alone—having been invited to a party yet no one familiar had been seen. He was honestly bored.
The platinum blonde man known as Lee Yongbok or Felix contemplated sneaking his way out; thinking it's better if he just went home and slept the rest of the night away. He even began to execute the plan, standing from his spot on a white cushioned couch and straightening out his perfectly ironed navy blue suit. Only as he was strutting his way towards the entrance of the club related building, he managed to see a few of his friends begin to enter. They were grinning and thanking the extremely tall and muscular bouncer as he pulled back a velvety red rope. They obviously haven't seen him just yet, but with how lonely he's been feeling for the past half an hour Felix couldn't contain the dazzling smile that immediately brought itself to his lips. He squealed lightly to himself before scurrying his way up to the small group. And he most definitely couldn't help but throw himself into the arms of the nearest person.
"I'm so glad you guys could make it!" He wrapped each one of them in a brief hug—the new arrival group consisting of Chan and Minho, Jeongin, and then Jisung.
"That should be directed more towards Han than anybody else" Minho snickered while providing a light jab to the blonde male's side. Jisung playfully rolled his eyes. " Princess here had a problem with his baby daddy only an hour prior."
Felix raised an eyebrow but his friend waved the scenario off dismissively.
"I'll explain everything later. I'm not going to let it get to me tonight. I really just want a drink" Jisung drifted his gaze around until he managed to spot a waiter. A man dressed in a tuxedo held a tray upon the palm of his right hand, and thankfully on top of that silver platter was a freshly made alcoholic beverage. It didn't take long for the dirty blonde to grab for the glass cup, not wasting another second before gulping most of it down. His face twisted at the bitter taste. "What flavor is this? Leave it up to my ex-husband to buy the gross shit."
The others laughed.
"Speaking of Hyunjin, I'm gonna go find him" Chan then inputs. "Congratulate him on his new brand and whatnot. I'll catch up with y'all later" He left a ghostly peck upon Minho's red lips then right after maneuvered his way through the large crowd. Each one of them watched him go, waiting until he was lost within the sea of people before diverting their attention back on each other.
"You two look adorable as always" Felix eventually comments with a giggle. He guided the small group towards an unoccupied table, the four of them grabbing a seat. They had even stolen a few more drinks from off a waiter's tray (Felix included even though he knows he won't glance at it afterwards). It'll just sit in front of him, droplets of condensation falling from the side of the cup and onto the white tablecloth.
"Oh no, there's definitely problems between us" Minho says with a shrug of his shoulders. It made the other three stare bewildered. "He had to go stay at Changbin's house for the past few days," Felix found his amused smile slowly dropping into a frown at the mention of his boyfriend. No, ex-boyfriend. "Because his bitchass is going to make it seem like I'm being irrational whenever one of his little fans calls me a gold digger. For years I've tried to prove to everyone that I'm not just with him for his money, or for fame. I genuinely love Chan and I'm tired of the fact that nobody sees that."
"No, we know you do," Jeongin encourages. "And to be honest, the only people who really need to see and understand that...are you and him."
"That's some big talk for someone who's going through their own problems" Jisung snickered as he took a sip from his drink. "What's up with you and Seungmin lately? I've been hearing that you apparently cheated on him, again."
The youngest of the group aggressively shook his head.
"God no! I've done nothing of the sort ever since the scandal with that stupid producer. I don't know where this rumor is coming from, but I swear I've done nothing" Jeongin drifted his attention to the right of him where he managed to catch sight of his boyfriend laughing and chatting with Chan and Hyunjin. His heart sank at the way he handled their conversation from earlier; it definitely escalated into something that it shouldn't have. He'll have to apologize for it later.
"Well I bet it was that ratty assistant of his. What was her name again?" Felix wondered.
"I think it was her too! She's always trying to find a way to get in between me and my boyfriend. Whether it be stealing him away for meetings, or talking in his ear about foul shit" The young ravenette grew irritated at the mentioning of Brittany, only slowly calming his nerves by swallowing a gulp of his drink.
"At least she hadn't literally tried to put herself between you two" Jisung chuckled with an eye roll. "This rando that Hyunjin brought over earlier seriously shoved her way between us and started talking out of her ass. Saying how she knows about the paternity test and that Hyunjin could never trust me again" The blonde heaved a sigh at the remembrance. He tried to act like it didn't feel like a stab in the gut, but in all actuality it hurt a ton. "It's whatever though. He just won't be able to visit. He can spend his time entertaining that bitch."
"Cheers to that!" Minho laughed while raising his glass. Everyone joined in, clinking their cups together before taking a sip of said bitter drink. Felix was automatically the first one to put the cup back down, shaking his head to show that he much rather just have a glass of water. "Oh hey, and what about you and Changbin? Chan tells me y'all two broke up."
"What is it now? The twelfth time?" Jeongin jokes. It earned him a slap to his shoulder by the freckled Australian.
"I was wondering because he is there now," Minho pointed in front of him, to which everyone else turned their heads. And indeed there was the short man with a sharp chin making his way through the crowd. There also looked to be a woman attached to his arm—someone who was supposed to be Felix's friend. "And oh my god, he's with Melinda. Isn't she your old friend or some shit?"
"She was" The platinum blonde grew angry at the sight. Especially when his ex-boyfriend leant in towards the female's ear before whispering something that made her blush and giggle. "But now she's about to be a dead bitch."
Felix stood from his seat (not even hearing the protests of his friends) and stalked his way over towards the cuddled duo. Once he approached the two, he was immediately shoving at Changbin's broad chest. It caught the short male off guard therefore he went stumbling. It didn't stop him from looking at the Australian with disbelief though.
"Yo, what the hell Felix?"
"What do you mean!? We break up and not even a few days later you're off fucking this bitch" He then turned towards the woman known as Melinda and scoffed. "And I thought you were supposed to be my friend. Years of closeness and then you go and pull this shit. What kind of person are you!?"
"He called me."
"You didn't have to respond! Shows how much of a whore you truly are. I should have known when you went and slept with Sarah's man" Felix exclaims enraged.
"Honey, you're just mad that your boyfriend doesn't want you anymore. What was it that he called you? Clingy , annoying..." Melinda listed everything as if it wasn't a second thought.
"Nah hold up, hold up. I never said that" Changbin spoke nonchalantly with a head shake and the waving of his hands.
"So you didn't say that he was terrible in bed? And that you loved me so much more?" It must have been the worst choice of words because not too long after, Felix was reaching out to throw a punch. Unfortunately all he had managed to do was grab onto her hair before he was being held back by Changbin. He hadn't let go of her bundle of brown locks though, instead keeping a firm grasp as he shouted at her. It wasn't until security had gotten involved and ripped his hand away did she finally find her freedom again. It hadn't stopped the Australian from continuing his tantrum though. "Ah, you fucking-"
"Let's get one thing straight you dirty bitch! You will never be anything besides an ugly ass hoe! Changbin doesn't want you and he never will!" He grabbed a cup that was discarded on a nearby table and threw it in her direction. With her being guarded by security she wasn't hit, but definitely splashed by the liquid. "So take your slutty ass on and rot!"
The fight had gotten bad attention from other party goers, to which will immediately fall back on Hyunjin. Having been the host of the celebration he will be the one responsible; as he was the one who allowed for such chaos to take place at his event. He doesn't know if any of his investors were having second thoughts now. It irked him, so he was quick to step into the scene and address the couple who were now at each other's throats.
"Are y'all serious? You couldn't have taken that nonsense somewhere else?" Hyunjin rants.
"Blame it on Changbin" Felix states, hands going to fix his ruffled platinum hair. "He's the one who brought that lowlife in here."
"Oh would you quit it! It was nothing serious. And plus we're over, so I can go out with whoever I want" Changbin retaliates with a sneer.
"But with my friend! You did that on purpose!" The Australian licked at his lips. "You know what? Fuck you. Date and have sex with whoever you want. I don't give a shit anymore. Just like you said, me and you are over. Officially this time."
Felix pushed past the two men standing before him, getting ready to leave the party altogether. Now he wishes that he had just gone home and slept.
"No, wait. Lix baby-" Changbin grabbed at his wrist in hopes of stopping him. The other just yanked his arm free.
"Don't touch me."