"If payback is a and revenge is sweet, then I must be the sweetest you'll ever meet."

 

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“Sehunnie!” Luhan hollered upon reaching Sehun’s front door. His boss at the restaurant he works at let them out early because the man has some important family matters to take care of. Instead of heading straight to the apartment that he and his bestfriend, Baekhyun, shares, he went to his boyfriend's flat. Luhan was really eager to see the boy because they haven't had much time together - his job and his school work are taking most of his time, leaving no time to spend with his other half. He was more than excited to spend the rest of the afternoon with Sehun. Just the mere thought of it suddenly made him all giddy.

 

"Sehun?" He knocked and called once again when he hears no response. "Sehun-ah, are you home?"

 

He was positive that Sehun is home since it's a Saturday noon and it's Sehun's lazy hour. Because he's more than familiar with everything at his boyfriend's home, he didn't think twice of entering the house. Thinking that maybe his Sehun was upstairs in his room that couldn't hear him, he doesn't hesitate.

 

"Seh-" He stopped his tracks, gawk wide-eyed and stunned upon seeing what was happening on the couch at the living room.

 

Sehun was beneath Jongin - Sehun's bestfriend, lip-locked. Both of them are shirtless.

 

"Luhan!" Both men shrieked and stared at him, equally surprised. They instantaneously pulled away from each other.

 

"Sehun... Jongin.... W-what..." Luhan unintelligibly said, having no words to say about what he just saw.

 

He blinked several times thinking maybe this was all fiction and that his eyes are simply playing with him. But he knew before it hits him. Sure enough, none of these are fictional and that everything is really happening before his eyes.

 

"Luhan..." He hears Sehun’s hushed voiced. His dazed mind was suddenly brought back to the now. His eyes locked with Sehun’s. Confusion is written all over his face. He stared at Sehun, telepathically asking him what the was happening though he knew the answer. It was right in front of him. Instead of answering, Sehun stood up and reached out for him. Luhan instantly backed away.

 

"Luhan... please," Sehun whispered as if he was begging and continued to reach out for Luhan, regret evident in his voice.

 

Having no point for any explanation because what he saw was enough to prove such treachery, he head straight through the door ignoring Sehun's pleas.

 

Once outside, as if on cue, both his eyes started to water and his vision became blurry. He kept walking away from the house... away from Sehun. He doesn't know where to go yet he still kept on walking. His mind and vision, both unclear.

 

He couldn't fathom how all these could have happened without him knowing. Never did he think that they – Sehun and Jongin, would be as intimate as he saw. And never did he know that both Sehun and Jongin would see each other as such.

 

Then it dawned on him, sure enough, he and Sehun have reached the point where everything has brought up the rear. He suddenly felt his chest tighten and his stomach lurched at the thought of losing him.

 

Finally tired of walking, he made a stop at a park he was more than familiar with. He sat at a park bench, still crying, ignoring the weird looks that were being thrown at him by the passersby. He opted to stay there than at the apartment because he simply has no energy to entertain the inquiries that Baekhyun would probably throw once he sees Luhan at this state.

 

He just sat there and let his mind wander and wonder. How could he not have seen it? Was he really that dense that he never felt a thing? Or was he just blinded by the love he thinks that Sehun was giving him?

 

He knew that he should’ve let Sehun explain his face before he left. He knew that there must have been some sort of vindication for all these bulls. Regardless, it still doesn't change the fact that Sehun cheated and played with him. Wrath and fury reigns above everything else.

 

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A/N:
Lol. I dunno whose butthole I just pulled these crap out, but whatever. I loved writing in my native language so I'm trying it in english. Grammatical crimes might be committed; I apologize in advance for that. Please bear with me, english is not my first language. And I’m definitely not that good with words.

PS: I'm looking for someone who could proof-read the chapters for me - to correct my hideous grammars, and someone who could co-author this with me since I'm a big sack of lazy and all that , I might leave this story hanging. Y'all know where to hit me in case anyone of you niggas out there is interested. I’ll appreciate it more than you know.