𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥 | 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯

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⎡𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗠𝗜𝗡⎦

After an hour of convincing Jeongin to forget about the call, I head back home.

My stomach growls and only then, I realize I don't have any groceries for dinner.

I look around and see a small convenience store nearby.

I smile and start walking in that direction.

As I cross the road, someone pulls me back by my hand.

I turn around and see a drunk old man, holding a beer bottle in his hand.

Old Man: Hey boy, wanna come over to my place?

He looks at me with a creepy smirk.

Scared, I harshly pull my hand away from his grip and step back.

Seungmin: Don't come near me, you pervert!

The man steps closer and I start backing away.

As I step back, my head hits something hard.

I turn around and see the one man I hate.

Chan.

Chan: Leave the guy alone.

Old Man: What? Wh-who the fuck do y-you think... you are t-to tell me what to d-do?

The man stutters and sways side to side.

Chan: I'll be your fucking nightmare if you don't leave right now.

Old Man: Oh, really? You-

The man gets cut off as Chan punches him across the face.

I gasp and back away.

I cover my eyes with my hands since I have hemophobia, and a fight with Chan is probably going to spill some blood.

After a while, the screams die down and I uncover my eyes to see Chan staring at me.

Chan: You're... Jeongin's best friend, right?

Seungmin: Yeah, so what?

I snap back, obviously irritated.

Chan: Ok damn, not even a thank you for saving from god knows what this old turd was gonna do to you.

Seungmin: Thanks.

I say with a blank face and a salty tone.

I turn around to start walking away, but Chan grabs my arm.

Chan: Wait! Can you tell me where Jeongin is?

Seungmin: I-I don't know. I... lost contact with him after he transferred 3 years ago.

Chan: Don't lie, I saw you with him at the cafe.

Fuck.