"Hahahhaha!" He laughed, holding on to his tummy as his other hand weep the tears that was escaping from the edged of his eyes. He stop and try to breathe in but eventually start laughing again, "Hahaha! Hyunnng isn't she just amazing. I'm falling for her so hard. What if I met her instead of you."

He said and I ignored him, massaging my temples as I gulped down my strong soju down my throat which give a slight burn, trying to empty my guilt. What I did was wrong and the guilt won't leave me, that's why in invited Jungkook again to have a drink hoping it might help me get over but it wasn't helping at all. After y/n and I announced our relationship, I saw the happiness in her grandmother, she was so tinderhearted and soft. She asked many questions that in returned I had to lied all. Did I do the right thing? And on the other side, her grandfather give me a scary look like 'I have my eyes on you. Dare to hurt her and you are death.'

I heaved a deep sigh and runs my fingers through my hair in frustration. I didn't know what to do more, I was just trying to protect my childhood friend but instead I feel like I got myself into a mess. A mess which I'm falling more and more into.

"Hyung, are you even listening to me? you seem distracted. Is there anything bothering you beside y/n?" His hand fall on my shoulder as he asked me the question with the peekering curiosity eyes at me.

"Why are you even interested in her so much? She just a pain in ass." I replied, ignoring his question as I poured myself another glass of soju and gulped it down.

He click his tougne and shook his head like I was missing out an important thing, "Hyung how many time I have to tell you that I had my eye on Kim Y/n since the deagu incident. She was the reason why I became a reporter. Just wait and see hyung, I'm going to reveal all the secret of Kim's family." He said, pouring another glass of soju in my tiny glass cup.

"Why do you keep talking about the daegu incident. What is it? Is there something I'm missing out." I asked, sipping my alcohol.

"Hyung! That's what I'm trying to say here. How can you forget it? 3 years ago in daegu when we went to visit your sick mom, there was a big scandal in Kim's family. Kim y/n fiancé break off their engagement that was going held in daegu. Did you forget that?"

I chocked and spat the alcohol, "Y/n is engaged?" I turned at him shock, looking for answer.

"Ani, was going to be. His fiancé broke off the engagement. Tsk Tsk Tsk it was going to be a grand celebration for the Kim's but the man didn't appear." He explained, shooking his head side-to-side recalling the event, which I didn't even remember something like that took place.

"Baekhyun? Baekhyun broke off the engagement? Why?!"

Is this the reason why y/n can't get rid of him? She's still in love with him all this years by herself, all lone.

"Hyung what are you talking about? The situation between Baekhyun and Y/n fiancé is complete different thing."

What?

I grew confused.

Did I heard correct? Y/n fiancé is not Baekhyun? Then who is her fiancé? What is the piece that I'm missing here?

"Byun Baekhyun is y/n childhood friend because Byun's family and the Kim's family share a deep friendship bond since decades. And Martin Tuan, the Tuan's family is one of the richest family in America. They are also bonded to Kim's family. Kim y/n ex-fiancé is Martin Tuan."

Martin Tuan? Who is he now? A third wheel in the story?

or...

I am the third wheel?

Ahhhg! My mind will explode if I keep middling my life with y/n. This has to end no matter what. I have to protect Jisoo from y/n evil calamitous.

After spending some more time talking with jungkook, I finally convinced him to take down the report on Y/n, as now, I'll be going against her by myself.

I was officially dizzy so jungkook took my car with him as he was more sober than me and I had to take a taxi. I was feeling to throw up any time if this taxi wouldn't come at a stop any minute.

"Sir, we have your destination." The taxi driver said, and immidietly I paid him and got out of the car.

Thank God! Finally I made it or I would have humiliate myself in the taxi.

I look at my house with the only lights beaming out from the Windows. It was already 11:00pm and the light indicate that Jisoo was still up waiting for me. She's gonna be mad at me for being late and most importantly, will be furious because I'm drunk.

I try to walk steady with my jelly body walking towards my house but as I got nearer, I saw an unidentified car parked outside my house and a fimilar shadow too.

A shadow of a man.

Baekhyun? I narrowed my eyes trying to be sure.

What's he doing here at this hours?

And why is he outside the house leaning on his car like he's waiting for someone?

But Most importantly why is he looking at me with his daggering glare set on me. His eye getting darker or was it the magic of the pitch night or the alcohol doing his black magic or I am hallucinating?

I walk towards him, trying my best to shake more of my jelly bun as I maintained to the eye connect that is already been bond.

"What are you doing here at this hour Baekhyun? Isn't jisoo home yet?" I asked, glancing back at my house which was clearly giving a sign she was home. So what's he doing here?

"I'm not here for her. I have to clear something with you by myself."

He's words sound like demanding and serious which confused me.

"Look it's late. Let's just talk tomorrow."

The alcohol was doing its work again as I don't feel much good about myself. The hammer start knocking on my skull and I groan in pain.

"Do you think I waited here for you just to hear your excuses?!" He sound anger, and I narrowed my eyes at him in confused as I didn't state anything to make him anger.

He was starting to get in my nerves, and the pain causing in my head was giving worse.

I want to murder him

"What do you want Baekhyun?!" I shout, cracking my jaws angrily.

"The truth!"

Truth about what?

"Just tell me the truth about you and y/n, god damn it!....

Tell me it's all God damn lie!"

He shouted using his action. His already hard fist meets the glass window of the car with the sound of the glass been crack but not broken apart. It cracked like an ice and with one more punch it would scattered down on the ground.

His injured knuckles started to bleed down, the blood falling down on the ground and touching his well polish black shoe.

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