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CHAPTER TWELVE

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"What do we do?" Ricky asked in a panic, looking from member to member worriedly. "We can't leave Chunji-hyeong inside alone!"

"There's nothing much we can do," Changjo rubbed his chin. "It's too risky to go back in - there's people, remember?" he reminded. "Still, you're kind of right..." he sighed, and looked to CAP, who appeared like a deer caught between headlights. "Hyeong?"

"What if they're torturing Chunji?" Niel gasped, eyes wide. "And forced him to reveal our identities? Dude, I am not going to juvenile court! We either save his , or our lives become ruined."

"Aishh!" CAP grimaced. "Chunji's an idiot! He-"

"You've just realised it?"

"Stop interrupting Coke-Rice Boy. Look, Changjo's right. We can't exactly carry out a rescue mission - that's suicidal," he pointed out. "The best we can do is...well, hope for the best," he shrugged. "Maybe the owner and his friend may be lenient."

"Lenient?" Niel scoffed. "Bro, we smashed a vase and played with his underwear. Chunji's considered lucky if he gets sent to an asylum, at the very least. Let's just knock on the door, and tell them everything that occurred, and ask for Chunji back."

"Are you actually...apologetic?" Changjo blinked, taken aback. "No, wait. You don't care do you? You just don't want a criminal record," he clicked his tongue. "Some friend you are."

They began to bicker, and they argued so much, they forgot about Chunji and decided to go home.

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"You ing idiot," Byunghun muttered. He glared at a wincing Chunji. "Can't even walk down the stairs without landing on your ugly- face." He grabbed Chunji's left elbow, and immediately the former growled and yanked it back, rubbing it in pain.

"That hurts, you douche!"

"You had it coming!" Byunghun snorted, flaring. "Why the hell were you and Teen Top here, anyway?" he questioned, opening up a first aid kit. They were in one of the guest bedrooms, with Chunji lying in the bed and him sitting by the side. "Don't say it's for exploration purposes," he added darkly.

"We dared Ricky to break into a random house," Chunji admitted after a while, and he narrowed his eyes. "It so happened that it was yours," he blinked, wincing again as Byunghun took his arm. At this, Byunghun's grip loosened.

"It's not my house. It's my friend's."

"Ah, . Is he here?"

"No . Don't worry, he doesn't know what happened. I left him alone upstairs to grab a drink." He frowned at the awkward angle of Chunji's hand. "It's bruised and swollen. You must have dislocated it." He then scowled. "You've cuts and scraps, too. How the hell did you fall? Were you posing?" he shook his head in disbelief.

"None of your business," Chunji rolled his eyes. "Be gentle, you !"

"Hey! I'm already being kind. You're lucky I'm not going to tell Jeongmin."

"Jeongmin? Oh, your friend. Hang on...you're not?" Now he was surprised. "Why?"

Byunghun shrugged, taking out medical supplies. "I did things similar when I was younger. I know how it feels to get busted."

"Wait - you're not angry? Murderous? Anything?"

"Not exactly. I'm a cool guy, you know. Besides, with such a fool like you...such events are predictable." His eyes twinkled. "Besides, it's fun to have such things happen once in a while - adds spice to life. Of course, idiots like-"

"For 's sake-"

"Kick down your ego, Chanhee. This may hurt." He began to apply antiseptic cream on a wound, ignoring the slight flinches of his schoolmate. He was really sensitive to pain and aches.

"I can do it myself."

"Yeah, sure. You're injured."

After a few moments of awkward silence, Chunji cleared his throat, suddenly appearing sheepish.

"Sorry." Byunghun's head snapped up.

"Wow - you're apologising?" he snorted, but began grinning. "The world must be coming to an end."

"Shut up," Chunji rolled his eyes. "I don't apologise to people like you often - consider it an honour."

"Of course," Byunghun sneered, giving him a mock bow.

"Thanks, anyway," the teenage grudgingly said, holding in. "For not deciding to call the police or whatever...and for, well, whatever you're doing now," he reluctantly said. He was still in a state of shock - Byunghun actually being rather friendly and forgiving? Not to mention, applying first aid on his injuries?

"What happened to the guy who hated me?" he suddenly asked, before