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"I didn't do anything, asshole!" Jiung yelled into the phone, his face twisted into a scowl as he stood on the stage with their concert just thirty minutes away.
Jongseob looked up and tilted his head at the older but rolled his eyes, assuming it was another argument as he turned back to Shota and continued to explain how the bass guitar in his hands worked.
"I'm so done arguing with you, go ahead and be a dick but not around me. We're done." Keeho's voice rang though the phone but Jiung simply rolled his eyes.
"You say that every ti-"
There was a click, and Keeho was no longer on the other line.
Jiung angrily threw his phone on the ground, causing the younger two to jump slightly as the mic stand floated closer to Jiung.
"Hyung, you could have just walked over to the mic sta-"
"Don't." Jiung interrupted Shota quickly, his voice sharp and detached.
Shota's eyes widened and he immediately stopped talking, nodding once before turning back to Jongseob who quickly went back to explaining the bass guitar.
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Jiung was sprawled out on the cold stage, holding a broken phone in his hand as he sighed.
"Seob-ah, you know how to fix this, right?" Jiung looked up at Jongseob pleadingly.
"I'm not doing it."
"What!? Why no-"
"You did that yourself. Because you got into another dumb argument with Keeho. I've fixed your phone like five times now."
Jiung sighed in defeat. He knew Jongseob was right, he had fixed Jiung's phone about five times now.
Although, it didn't calm his anger. Jiung sat up quickly and stared directly at Jongseob.
"Just this one time." Jiung said impatiently, before adding a soft "please?" at the end.
"I said no. Just buy a new phone, hyung." Jongseob's voice was laced with annoyance as his patience wore thin.
"Ugh, fine! You're no help!" Jiung spoke angrily as he stood up and tossed the broken phone in the trash can. Jongseob rolled his eyes and placed his bass in it's carrier.
"I'm going to get food. Do.. you guys wanna come with?" Shota asked carefully, trying to ease the clear tension in the room.
Jiung simply continued to pack up his mic and it's stand, whereas Jongseob smiled softly and nodded, placing a soft kiss on Shota's cheek.
Jiung groaned in annoyance, "Seriously!?" He exclaimed at the two.
"Oh i'm sorry you lost your boyfriend. I still want to be happy with mine though." Jongseob's speech slowly got louder as he got more and more annoyed with Jiung's antics.
"Whatever, and Shota, I'm not coming with you guys for food."
"But.. we can get teriyak-"
"Jesus, Shota, I'm not coming with you for fucking food! I'm tired." Jiung interrupted the younger.
Jongseob scowled at Jiung, silently cursing him for being rude to Shota, though he said nothing.
"I'm headed to get a new phone and then to the studio." Jiung explained, trying to calm down.
"The studio? Hyung, you can't be serious. We basically just released this single." Jongseob scolded lightly.
Jiung did always over work himself, and as annoyed as Jongseob was with him, he still cared.
"Okay? I- I don't care, Jongseob. I'm headed to the studio after getting a new phone."
Jongseob sighed but nodded and waved a short goodbye as he left with Shota.
Jiung sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair, annoyed with the situation he had gotten himself into.
Jiung shoved his folded up mic stand along with the mic carrier in his bag as he exited the building.
Once he had arrived at the store and got the phone set up, he quickly dialed Keeho's number.
One... two...
Jiung counted every 'ring!' that came from the phone speaker until finally, on the third ring,
"Hello? Who is this?" Keeho's sleepy voice echoed from the phone.
"Keeho- Keeho baby we're not really done, right? You say that al-"
"Did you seriously get a new number to talk to me? Jesus, Jiung, desperate much?" Keeho groaned in annoyance from the other line.
"What? What the fuck, no Keeho. I got a new phone, god not everything is about you!"
"Oh, really? Because you're the one that called me the second you got your new phone."
Jiung huffed in annoyance and hung up, shoving the phone into his pocket angrily as he stormed off and began to walk to the nearest convenience store.
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Jiung tossed the plastic bag on the table and sighed, rummaging through it until he found a container of ramen and a small drink pouch.
He followed the instructions for the ramen before tossing it into the microwave and grabbing a cup, filling it with ice and pouring the liquid from the drink pouch into it.
ding!
Jiung was careful as he pulled the ramen out of the microwave and sat down with his drink and food.
He never actually planned to go to the studio, he just didn't want Shota on his back about eating alone all the time.
It was something he did often, especially when annoyed.
Jiung knew he could be an asshole, but he could also be nice.
Maybe if Keeho was nicer, he wouldn't be an asshole all the time.
No...
No that wasn't true.
Jiung was an asshole in general.
Wasn't he?
Jiung wanted to be nicer, he really did. But all Jiung had known was violence.
First, it was his parents. Then friends, then other kids at school, he couldn't catch a break.
And so, he started being hateful.
Spiteful.
Because maybe, just maybe, that would drive people away.
After finishing his food, he tossed the empty container in the trash and the cup into the sink before heading to his room.
He threw himself on the bed, shuffling around slightly as he pulled his phone out.
He opened his phone up and desperately typed out Keeho's number.
It was around midnight, he should be fixing his sleep schedule since they had a concert in a week, but that didn't matter to Jiung. All he cared about, was getting Keeho back.
Again, he counted.
One... Two...
Unlike usual, Keeho hadn't answered by the third ring. But rather, he picked up on the fifth.
"What, Jiung." Keeho's tone was cold and sharp as he spoke to the other.
"Fuck- Keeho just- just listen, okay!?" Jiung practically begged the man on the other line.
"I'm not listening to shit, Jiung! How many times have we fought like this? It's on and off, I'm fucking tired!" Keeho's voice rose with every word, his voice becoming more aggressive with each passing moment.
Jiung felt his chest tighten and his throat close up, the words dying on his tounge.
"Kyo...." Jiung's voice became lower, quieter.
"No. I'm not listening to this bullshit. Don't contact me again, prick."
There was a click, and once again, like clockwork, Keeho was no longer on the other line.
Jiung felt tears sting at his eyes which he quickly wiped away as he sunk into his mattress, wishing for it to swallow him whole as he slowly drifted to sleep.