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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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-Was all Byunghun could think at that moment. He literally jumped out from his seat, and spun to face a fuming Jeongmin. Upon seeing his expression, Byunghun held back a small wince - no matter how cowardly that seemed. Knowing his friend, Chanhee had a high probability of becoming disfigured for life...not that he was that handsome.

Well, kind of, anyways... he frowned. "Jeongmin-ah," he cautiously started.

"Byunghun," Jeongmin inhaled, eyeing a wide-eyed Chanhee as though he were a predator eyeing a potential prey. "What are you doing?" he demanded icily, though Byunghun knew the coldness in his words was, instead, directed to his ene- friend. Jeongmin hardly ever got angry at him, which he found strange. After all, he had, at one time, set his curtains on fire...

"This is Lee Chanhee," he helplessly said, arms hanging limply at his sides. "He got himself injured. I was merely tending to his wounds," he raised both arms in a surrending motion. "I did not assist in getting him and his goons into your house, though."

"Hey!" Chanhee hissed softly, and Byunghun blinked.

Ah. Right.

"He what?" Jeongmin's head snapped to face him. "This ing-"

"Wait," Chanhee suddenly interrupted. "'This ing-'? Have you any idea who you're-"

"Hold on, guys-" Byunghun hastily tried to cut in, but not before shooting the latter a glare. Despite their recent heart-to-heart talk, Lee Chanhee was as egotistic as ever.

"Really?" Jeongmin sneered, taking a menancing step forward. His hazel eyes were shooting daggers - dipped in dripping venom, mind you - towards the obnoxious kingka. "Says the one who's clearly an intruder-"

"Intruder?" Chanhee snorted, rolling his eyes. "Please, , we're not intruders. We merely invited ourselves."

"You t-" Jeongmin growled, lunging forward. He would have clawed Chanhee's eyes out, had Byunghun not grab him and yanked him back.

"Calm your , man!" he exclaimed. "Don't get so worked up!" In his arms, he felt Jeongmin tense a bit, before relaxing. Jeongmin looked down at him, an unreadable expression swirling in his orbs. As abrupt as it had appeared, it dissolved into newfound hatred.

"Why are you defending him?" he suddenly asked, voice low and hard.

"Ah, well," Byunghun was caught off guard by the words. It was almost as though...he sounded hurt. Yet, before he could reply, Chanhee cut in,

"It's because we're best friends, now," he spat, glowering. "We're such gooood friends; we always have each other's back, you ding-dong-bell," he poked ruthlessly.

"What are you saying?" Jeongmin narrowed his eyes, roughly pushing his friend away.

"He's just sprouting rubbish!" Byunghun interrupted, giving a triumphant Chanhee his signature stare that read one-wrong-move-and-expect-a-ing-wedgie. "Just to wind you up. Jeongmin-ah," he breathed, calming down. "Why don't you let Chanhee explain things a little?"

"To this prick?" Chanhee scoffed. "Half of his brain's hemisphere's probably evaporated."

"I'll dent your face," Jeongmin viciously stated. "You'd be more Asian than ever."

"Oh? Well, why don't you try? I'm ing Iron Man, ."

"Hey! Retards!" Byunghun snapped. "Stop arguing and just let him clear things up!" he raised his voice, and silence fell. After a period of awkward silence, with Byunghun wondering in awe at his voice, Jeongmin spoke.

"Fine."

"Fine," Chanhee spat, following suit. "My friends and I were carrying out a dare. We had no clue you were the proprietor, okay? We messed around, broke a few items, stretched out your gay- underwear, and when you brought you