Mushik.

Chapter eight.

Rumour has it; she ain't got your love anymore. | what the hell?

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Heeyoung’s POV

What the frap is happening.

Hold on right there.

Whaaat.

I stared at Seyong and Byun in shock, blinking rapidly as I felt someone tugging on my wrist. I looked at Kai with wide eyes and hissed.

“Shouldn’t we do something?”

“Yes, we should.” He rolled his eyes, pulling me towards the couple. “Um, excuse me but--“

“Yah! Byun Baekhyun!” I interrupted him, stomping my feet in sudden wave of rage. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I half-yelled, half-hissed, crossing arms over my chest and Seyong moved away from the guy, staring at me with a death threat.

“Watch your mouth, Jung Heeyoung.” She growled at me and I raised an eyebrow.

“No one asked you to speak, you know.” I glared at her, squinting as she gasped loudly. “So shut up!”

“You aren’t going to tell me what to do, you freaking piece of—“

“At least I’m not kissing guys right after I met them.” I cut her off and turned to Baekhyun once again, watching him raise his eyebrows in question. “Yah. Aren’t you thinking straight?” I spat, mimicking his expression. He rolled his eyes and bit his lower lip.

“She’s right. Are you out of your mind?” Jongin added, looking around in hope to not find any paparazzi.

“Hey, relax, it’s not what you think it is.” Baek raised his hands, shaking head. “We weren’t—“

“We obviously were.” Seyong chuckled, giving him a look. “Don’t try to deny it now, that it happened.”

“Hey, what are you even…” He blinked, dumbfounded and looked back at me and Jongin. “It’s not what you think, really, we were just—“

“I don’t actually care, Byun Baekhyun.” I shrugged casually, cutting him off for the umpteenth time and suddenly felt something stir inside my stomach when I said those words, making me flinch uncomfortably. ”Just don’t damage other people’s career because you’re such a ert. Okay? Okay.” I rolled my eyes and turned around on my heel, pulling Kai along as I walked towards the dance floor once again.

Baekhyun’s POV

What the hell did just…

“Yah.” I mumbled, looking at Seyong with widened eyes. “What did you…”

“Oppa.” She sang, looking at me with a pout. “I’m sorry, but if I didn’t do it, they’d still—“

“You have no idea what the hell you caused just now.” I whined and took my drink, drinking it in one go before slamming the glass against the bar with a thud. “You have no idea.”

“But—“

“Shall we dance?” I forced a smile at her and held out a hand, which she took almost immediately.

I pulled her towards the dance floor, grinning as she turned around, stretching her longs arms and tangling her fingers in my hair as I placed both of my hands on her hips. Looking from that close, she didn’t seem to be so perfect anymore; smudged eyeliner on her eyelids, mascara slowly forming dark, unattractive circles under her eyes, her hair messy. I scrunched my nose slightly. What was I even thinking about? She was perfect, no matter if she had ruined make up and hair or not. She was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?” I suddenly heard her husky voice around my ear and blinked rapidly, fixing my gaze on Seyong’s face in pure shock, jerking away from her as soon as I realized what she meant by that.

“Um…”

“Don’t fight it, baby.” She leaned in once again, pressing her lips against the side of my neck briefly and my eyes grew wider as I cleared my throat loudly. What the heck was she even doing, what the heck was she thinking about. Was she insane? We didn’t even--- what if anyone would---

“Yah, Seyong-ssi…” I looked around in panic filling my veins as I she bit down onto the small path of the skin, making me flinch once again. Small blush creeped over my cheeks as I gripped her arms, trying to push her away as fast as possible but my body said otherwise as a small whine escaped my lips when I left her tongue running around the small mark she’s just left on my neck.

“Just let me do all the job, Baek.” The girl grinned slyly and, without a second word, she grabbed my hand and pulled me towards some unknown door.

The restroom.

Holy .

A brighter shade of red could be seen on my cheeks as I tried to wiggle away from her grip but she only pulled me harder, making me bump into dancing people and I found myself bowing lightly in apology each time as my face scrunched in awkwardness.

Suddenly, I felt someone’s shoulder bumping onto mine extra hard and I turned around fast, ready to apologize but then my eyes froze, locked with those hazel eyes of the person standing in front of me.

“Where are you going?” I heard Heeyoung’s question and opened my mouth to reply with something stingy but then Seyong pulled me harder, making me stumble lightly with the force.

“Not your business!” The blonde girl shouted towards the latter, making the other one flinch lightly. “Come on, Baekhyun oppa. We need to take care of our business, right?”

“T-that’s not—“ I started, seeing a flash of understanding in Jung’s eyes but then my eyes flew to the expression on Seyong’s face which was