Hands trembling, Donghae hit Hyukjae’s cheek with a loud, resounding slap.

“Don’t you dare come closer to me! You filthy, cheating bastard! Who the heck was she?” Donghae screamed, grabbing whatever his hands could find and hitting Hyukjae with them. “I HATE YOU!!”

“Baby! Wait – umph! I can explain!” Hyukjae cried out, shielding his face from the objects crashing down on his face. “Calm down! There’s absolutely nothing going on between us! Ahh!”

Hyukjae crouched on the floor and whimpered, random objects spilling on and around him, thrown by the furious younger. A thick book hit him square on the side and he keeled over in pain, tears spilling from his eyes. “D-Donghae… please…”

Donghae curled on the bare couch and sobbed harshly into his arms, scrunching up the photo of Hyukjae in a black suit, with his hands around a petite female’s waist.

Hyukjae, with his head down, apologised to the younger in a shaky voice. “I swear I had absolutely nothing to do with her. It’s a dinner photo. Our club was hosting a farewell dinner and she asked for a photo. T-That was all.”

When Donghae gave no response, Hyukjae tried to continue. “I wanted to take you along but you insisted on staying back because you had flu, remember? I had to go because I’m the vice president. Baby, please?”

“Shut up! Leave me alone!” Donghae screamed, kicking and punching out blindly. Hyukjae barely dodged a kick to his balls. The elder stood up and bowed apolog