[CONTENTID3]fraud at its finest[/CONTENTID3]
I see Junmyeon eyes flicker upward and stare behind me, like he's looking at something over my shoulder.
Is that a small smirk?
But I try to get my brain to focus on the matter of hand. Likes me? Beach wedding? Nam Junmyeon?
He does it again – he looks at me and then his eyes flicker back exactly where they were looking before.
Is there something there?
I slowly turn my head to look behind myself when suddenly his hand is clutching my jaw and he wheels my head back around, pulling me toward his face.
He plants his lips on mine.
Soon enough his other hand clutches the other side of my face while he angles deeper into the kiss.
"WHAT– Holy –" I suddenly hear a familiar voice bellow with earth-shaking fury."Get your disgusting mothering gross stupid monstrous hands off my JuJu!"
I feel a strong force rip me off Junmyeon like the mothering Hulk.
My body flings backward by the grasp on my elbow. I immediately stumble for balance and almost fall, but the intruder drags me up to my feet.
"Nam Juri!" Baekhyun is suddenly screaming in my face, "My poor baby!"
His hand still tightly grasped around my elbow, he pulls me behind his back, as if intending to protect me from Junmyeon.
"Are you ing kidding me?" Baekhyun growls at Junmyeon, who has now since risen from his seat on the bench.
"Oh! It's Baekhyun. Hi," Junmyeon smiles cordially, "How are you?"
"HOW AM I?" Baekhyun is enraged beyond rational means, "I'm in the mood to beat the living out of you, you son of a !"
He releases the grip on my elbow and lunges toward Junmyeon but I quickly react, wrapping my arms around Baekhyun's waist and dragging him back as much as I can. I even use my weight to anchor him down toward the ground, but I lose my grip around his waist and fall on my .
Uncontrollable pain surges through my backside as I release a scream, like my tailbone has just disintegrated into a thousand million pieces.
Baekhyun and Junmyeon freeze, turning to me with shocked expressions.
"Ow!" I loudly whine, squirming around on the ground in agonising pain, "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
"JuJu!" Baekhyun hastily falls to my side, kneeling and facing me with an overtly concerned expression, "Are you okay?!"
I bite my bottom lip, suppressing the urge to scream again. I nod my head slowly, whimpering silently.
Forcing myself to take several deep breaths, I eventually compose myself enough to slowly rise to my feet, though the pain is still debilitating.
"Baekhyun," I manage to wheeze through the agony, "W-Why are you here?"
I shouldn't have said that.
Baekhyun's glowers at Junmyeon now. I have never seen the boy so riled up before. "Because this filthy , pale little –"
Junmyeon starts guffawing.
Oh my god.
This makes Baekhyun even more furious.
Baekhyun slaps both his hands on each of my shoulders, gripping me tightly. "Did this nasty man do anything else to you?" He aggressively shakes me like a ragdoll, "Tell me! I'll kill him–"
"N-No!" I stare back with horror and shock, feeling my head whip in every direction, "He didn't, I–"
Baekhyun suddenly releases me.
I clutch my head.
My poor, poor head.
Baekhyun whirls around and shoves Junmyeon away, snatching Junmyeon's water bottle from the bench and uncapping it with unprecedented speed.
Baekhyun turns to me.
Oh my god.
No, no, no, no, no!
One hand anchoring me with a tight grip on my forearm, he reels me close, and begins to dump all the water down my throat.
"QUICKLY!" Baekhyun screams uncontrollably, "Clean your mouth! You've got Junmyeon-cooties!"
I scream, trying to fight it, but the only sounds that come out are gargles.
"What the – STOP – you're drowning her!" Junmyeon lunges forward and grabs each of Baekhyun's arms, hauling him away from me.
I explosively splutter and cough, falling to my knees, hyperventilating for air.
"Don't touch me!" Baekhyun thrashes his arms around, fighting Junmyeon's grip.
Finally, Junmyeon shoves Baekhyun away and rushes toward my side. "Juri! Are you okay?"
I whimper. My lungs are drenched. My nose is on fire. My eyes are watery. I can barely ing breathe.
Baekhyun is still fuming. "Don't listen to him! Pretend you can't hear him! Play dead!"
Junmyeon folds his arms across his chest, standing and facing Baekhyun. "What the is wrong with you? Are you trying to kill her?"
Obviously, Baekhyun's rage multiplies and surges through the roof. "I was trying to clean after you plagued it with your disgusting cooties–"
"And your solution was to ing drown her in broad daylight?"
I clutch the grass beneath me tightly.
I have to be the one that fixes this.
Or they're just going to scream at each other for the next hour.
C'mon, Juri, get up on your feet!
I resurrect myself and haul myself to my feet, though sniffling and whimpering in pain.
Baekhyun finally notices my state. It's like he hadn't realised I was in so much pain. "Oh my goodness! W-wait, J-Juri! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry, I–"
"I'm okay, I'm okay!" I yell frantically, shoving and shoving deep down any feelings of pain and forcing myself to focus on getting the two of them to not murder each other, "I'm fine!"
Baekhyun pouts like a puppy. His eyes flicker everywhere across my face as he grows in concern. He seems genuinely apologetic.
I could kill him.
He just freaking tried to drown me with Junmyeon's water.
But I force myself to smile, reassuring him. "Thank you, Baekhyun. I was... very... thirsty, so that helped."
The boy immediately brightens. But, as instantly as that occurred, he turns to Junmyeon with a murderous look.
"You. You just made me almost drown my JuJu."
His voice is bloodthirsty. He's going to kill Junmyeon.
And he's going to do it right in front of my eyes.
Oh, ing hell.
"Baekhyun, no, please–"
The boy ignores me and lunges toward Junmyeon once again, to which I quickly grab his arm and yank him backward, but I am too weak.
He slips from my grip.
Baekhyun has climbed on top of Junmyeon.
Oh no, no, no, no, no!
Baekhyun lifts his arm over his head.
"Stop!" I scream, desperately clutching onto Baekhyun's arm, kneeling behind him, "Please! Baekhyun! Stop!"
Baekhyun stares at Junmyeon with wide eyes.
And then he snaps his head at me. "JuJu, do you like him?"
I see the opportunity.
And I take it.
I summon all the strength, courage, and power that every single ancestor has bequeathed to me and drag Baekhyun away from Junmyeon.
Not putting up much of a fight, Baekhyun slowly peels off Junmyeon and lands on the grass in front of me.
He's breathing heavily, eyes staring unfocused on the grass.
I slump in relief.
He didn't hit him.
I did it.
I fixed it.
"Baekhyun," My voice is gentle, almost understanding, "Please. Don't hit him."
Baekhyun finally looks at me, a small frown on his lips. "But I really want to."
I only stare back.
"That would be a very bad idea."
"Why?" He pouts.
"He's got herpes. Don't touch him."
Junmyeon scrambles up from the ground and sits on his bottom, jaw dropped with disbelief. His hair is so messy. There are little grass pieces in it.
Thankfully, my joke has dispelled Baekhyun's anger, sort of. He laughs a little.
"Do you promise not to hit him?" I force Baekhyun to look at me earnestly, "Please? For JuJu?"
"JuJu?" Junmyeon blurts out in confusion, and I flash him an angry glare for interrupting me, silencing him immediately.
"Fine. I promise," Baekhyun almost whines, but tosses Junmyeon another sharp look, "But if he touches you again, I don't know if I'll keep it."
"Thank you," I sigh in relief, scrambling myself to my feet and pulling Baekhyun up with me.
Junmyeon also rises, brushing the dirt off his clothes.
"Now," I ensure my voice is calm, because apparently I'm the only sane person here, "Where the heck did you suddenly come from, Baekhyun?"
One moment, I was on the bench.
The next moment, Junmyeon was kissing me.
The moment after that, Baekhyun was forcefully shoving water down my throat.
Can anyone tell me the most logical chain of events that would interconnect these moments?
"There," Junmyeon points to the bush that was behind me, "He was watching us the entire time. I thought I'd mess with him–"
"Shut up!" Baekhyun barks at him, "I ing hate you–"
"SILENCE!' I scream like a judge, inserting myself in the space between them and shoving them away from one another. I feel like a soccer coach intercepting a fight between two little immature kids.
"Please," I beg, darting my eyes between the both of them, "Can you both shut up?"
They nod slowly, heads hung low.
I press my lips into a firm line. Good.
"Now," I turn to Baekhyun with stern eyes, "Were you really spying on us?"
The boy's eyes round with surprise. He pauses, before turning away because he can't seem to look me in the eyes. "Y-Yes."
I shut my eyes, desperately trying to maintain my calm temperament, "Why?"
"I saw you guys walk–"
Junmyeon's quick to interrupt him by grabbing my wrist, pulling me close to him. "I have to talk to you. Let's go."
"NO!" Baekhyun immediately grabs my other wrist, "I am not letting JuJu near you! If you ever shove your disgusting tongue down again, I’ll reach down your throat, grab your intestines and rip–"
"Wait, guys, calm down!" I groan, trying to be diplomatic but Baekhyun cuts me off with a frown.
"JuJu, I love you very much, but that was so yucky!"
I can discern the pain, mortification and horror on his face.
Junmyeon's eyes bounce between the two of us. He bites his bottom lip and glances back at Baekhyun.
"Look, Baekhyun, I was just messing around–"
"Don't talk to me."
Baekhyun coldly glares at him and peels Junmyeon's fingers off my wrist. He gently grabs my forearm and walks us away from Junmyeon.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Baekhyun starts frantically pacing around the carpet of his dorm, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, my eyes! My eyes! They burn so much!" He wails loudly as I stand here awkwardly, with my hands out, wondering how to console him.
He snaps his head at me. "JuJu! Why would you do that?!"
"How could you do this to me? How could you do this to Sehun? After I shared my secret ramyeon recipe with you!"
I bite my bottom lip. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do.
He dragged me to his dorm in absolute silence. But, the moment he closed his door, it's like he suddenly relived the whole experience again.
So, here we are, at square one: Baekhyun is hysterical.
I know he hates Junmyeon, but I didn't anticipate his reaction to be so... intense.
"He's not even good-looking! What about Sehun? Huh? What about Oh Sehun, JuJu? How could you do this?"
Baekhyun has gone fully nuts. He's pacing around the dorm, crying like a little kid.
It's like those little temper tantrums you see at the shopping mall.
Oh, great. He's kicking his couch now.
"Baekhyun, c'mon, I said I'm sorry–"
Oops, there he goes – he has grabbed a plushie off the shelves and kicks it across the room.
I sigh tiredly.
Baekhyun groans like he's in physical pain. "JuJu, I love you but whyyyyyyyy?"
He's on the couch now. He's squirming around like a worm.
What am I supposed to do?
He kissed me.
I technically didn't do anything!
I choose to let Baekhyun have all the time in the world to vent his anger. I let him go on and on about how stupid Junmyeon's face is. I let him talk about how Junmyeon isn't husband material, or boyfriend material, or friend material. I let him talk about how the name Junmyeon is stupid. Baekhyun claims that it's the worst name in the world. He claims that the last name Kim is not even cool. He tells me that I should find it undesirable to have the same surname as a certain North Korean dictator (I mean, he makes valid points).
I feel like a mother, waiting for her child to tire himself out from his temper tantrum.
Finally, eventually, though I'm not sure how long into his weird little breakdown, Baekhyun's a little calmer. He's sitting upright on the couch, pouting with his arms folded.
"Are you done, Baekhyun?"
The boy looks up at me.
Then, he stands, rushing over to me with wide eyes. He's fiddling with his own fingers. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."
I crack a smile. He is so bipolar.
Then, I notice a flash of panic in his eyes, like he's just remembered something. "It's okay," Baekhyun frantically looks around, "We can fix this. It's okay. We can definitely fix this. Let's just... never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell Sehun, okay? Hm? Is that okay?"
Baekhyun nods, like he's agreeing with himself. "Okay, okay, no problem. We can do this. Yes, yes. Okay."
"Baekhyun, are you alright?"
He catches my eye. Then, he sighs. Those eyes of his tear up. "This really hurt my feelings, JuJu."
I feel myself physically soften. My heart just bursts into a million pieces. I press my lips together, opening my arms and gently wrapping him inside them.
"It's okay, Baekhyun," I pat his back like a mother, "It's okay."
"Sometimes we all make mistakes, but that's how we learn and grow, right?" He sniffles as he mumbles, perhaps attempting to console himself, "But please don't ever kiss Junmyeon ever again."
I don't even get to react. His own words seemed to have triggered himself.
Baekhyun’s sobbing again.
Pained, I grimace, wrapping him tighter in my arms. "Baekhyun, I'm sorry–"
He flings himself away from my embrace and shakes me by my shoulders.
"I can’t do anything if you like him, JuJu, but, why him? Do you have brain damage? Did you have a recent ? Why him? He's so ugly!"
"Do you want ugly children, huh? Is that it? Do you want your future children to get bullied?"
"Your children will have ugly, disgusting heads! They'll have... They'll be..." He stammers with his words, "They'll be so pale – aish, wait, Sehun's pale too–"
"Whatever! Please, JuJu, please never do that again!"
"O-Okay, Baekhyun. I promise," I stutter, desperate for this boy to stop wailing.
He looks up at me with a pout.
"Really? Pinky promise?"
I crack a smile. How can this grown man be so undeniably adorable?
Annoying, yes, but also adorable.
"Of course," I offer him my pinky, "JuJu on that Baek, right?"
Slowly, I watch as a smile sweeps his face. He wraps his pinky with mine and we press our knuckles against each other's, "You remembered!"
This is so incredibly childish. But I'll do whatever it takes to stop this little boy from crying. God, I think my eardrums burst at one point.
"Just make sure to rinse your mouth out with bleach."
"That will kill me, Baekhyun."
"But is it really a life worth living knowing that you've kissed Junmyeon?"
Feeding him some of the food he had in his fridge seems to have quelled him. I slowly stride to the couch and take the seat beside him.
"Were you looking for me earlier?"
I finally take the time to process what on Earth just happened. Had Junmyeon only kissed me because he noticed Baekhyun had been spying on us?
"And where's Sehun?"
Baekhyun hungrily consumes his food, "That's what I was trying to do. I was looking for Sehun. He's been gone all morning, but then I saw you and Junmyeon go into the community garden together... And so I hid behind a bush..."
I shake my head tiredly. Idiot. "Why would you do that?"
"I didn't want you guys to see me!"
Does that mean everything Junmyeon had said was just an act? Am I happy about that? Or am I disappointed?
I'm not sure. I was definitely shocked to hear it all, because it seemed so sudden and out-of-the-blue. I guess it makes sense, since he had only said and done those things for his own amusement.
It is kind of cruel, though. I'm a little annoyed. He shouldn't play with people's feelings like that. Or say things like that. Or kiss people like that.
"Sehun's been gone all morning and I'm so worried," Baekhyun stops himself from enjoying his food, looking at me with a small frown, "I thought maybe you'd know where he is since you guys were together last night."
I'm positive I left him to his dorm once we parted.
"Did he say he was going somewhere today?"
I shake my head, frowning as I think carefully about the last time I saw him. "I don't think so... After we left Hyeri's, we went for a bit of a drive and went straight back to his dorm. I'm pretty sure he went inside and then I went back to mine."
"What?" Baekhyun stares at me with wide eyes, lowering his bowl, "JuJu, did you just say Hyeri? Did you guys go see Hyeri?"
I blink slowly. "Um... yes?"
Baekhyun's jaw drops. Clearly, there's something I don't know.
I my head to the side, looking at the boy with curiosity. "Why?"
Baekhyun is surprised enough that his hand flies over his own mouth. He springs to his feet and shuffles around his dorm, as though needing the movement to get his brain to start working. This is like detective work: the mystery of where Oh Sehun has gone.
"Sehun only ever visits Hyeri when he's desperate. He hates her."
"What? Really? Why?" Hyeri seemed perfectly agreeable. She poked fun at Sehun, sure, but that was funny and I definitely laughed. She was kind enough to let us into her home at such a terrible hour, and even more so to offer us hot tea.
"Because she's still in love with him."
I spring to my feet. Okay, now I'm really confused. She and Junmyeon dated, right? But she's in love with Sehun?
Then, suddenly I remember what had happened last night when I asked Sehun why he was so mean to Hyeri.
"It's better to be like that," He mutters, "Or they begin to think they mean more to you than they actually do."
Is that what he meant? He was mean to her as not to lead her on?
And is this why Junmyeon and Sehun have been fueding? Over a girl? What? All this... for her?
But, if that's the case, then why does Baekhyun hate Junmyeon?
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," I look at Baekhyun with confusion, "She's in love with him?"
His eyes widen. It was clearly a mistake to have told me. "U-Uh, no– no she doesn't."