Byunghun awoke to see Niel in front of him, looking extremely guilty and fidgety. In the state where he was drifting back to consciousness, he thought he heard whispered conversation. But there was a tense silence in the room. Byunghun groaned, turning to nuzzle into Chanhee's hold. "Niel, what are you doing here?" He mumbled against Chanhee's skin. 

Then, Byunghun's phone tone rang, startling both Byunghun and Niel. In a rush to grab his phone before either boy could read the caller ID, Byunghun fell off the bed, nearly crashing into Niel. He accepted the call, ignoring the frightened look Chanhee gave him. "What do you want? It's six AM, can't you call someone else?" 

It was all a part of the agreement. Byunghun had to pick up Chunji's calls no matter what, reply to his messages, and do whatever he was told. The more he complained, the more he was ordered around. 

"Meet me at the cafe in half an hour." 

Byunghun heard the dial tone before cursing, throwing his phone to the floor in frustration. "You okay?" Niel asked, as Chanhee got up to Byunghun's side, gathering him in his arms. "What time is it?" Byunghun asked Niel, resting his head on Chanhee's shoulder.

"6:05." 

". I'll be back, I need to shower and I need that sweater is my wallet in the pocket of my black jeans or is it in my jacket ing dammit--" Byunghun broke out of Chanhee's arms and walked out of the room.

***

"Can't you stay home with me?" Chanhee pleaded with a frown, tightening his grip around the other male's waist. Byunghun gave a small smile. "I'll be back as soon as I can, okay?"

Byunghun would be more than content staying with Chanhee. He hardly saw him, because of Chunji. But the last thing he wanted was to see Chanhee hurt, especially if it was something he could so simply avoid. 

"I don't want you to leave. Please." 

Chanhee was finally in the inside. He knew everything, or rather, he knew what Niel wanted him to know. But, he knew that Niel hadn't told him everything; there were too many things that didn't make sense, too many missing pieces of the puzzle. What he did know was that he had some crazy, evil twin ruining Byunghun's life. This crazy twin looked exactly like Chanhee, and could pass for him if the other twin really tried. He didn't know why his twin was doing this, or who the twin really was. And most of all, he had no idea what his twin was planning on doing with his Byung. 

"Chanhee, don't worry. I'm just meeting someone for breakfast, I'll be back." Byunghun chuckled, his arms instinctively wrapping around the other's body. The longer he stayed, the harder it seemed to say goodbye. His thoughts started drifting, to how perfect the day would be if he could just stay like this. With Chanhee. They would cuddle, watch terrible movies on TV, talk about pranking the other guys, endlessly bother each other, kiss--

His hatred for Chunji grew so immensely that he was almost tempted to blow him off. 

Almost. 

It was harder than he'd like to admit, breaking away from Chanhee. Seeing Chanhee's eyes, his expression. It seemed like the less time he spent with his boyfriend, the more he considered what should be typical for couples as complete bliss. 

In the back of his mind, Chanhee wondered why Byunghun lied to him, why he hadn't told anyone else but Niel, and how he even got involved in this mess in the first place. He was a bit disappointed at the fact that he had to hear this information from Niel, not from Byunghun himself. Chanhee was also finding it hard to let Byunghun go. Who knew what his crazy twin would do to him. He had already pleaded for Byunghun not to go, but to no avail. Niel told him that he wasn't even supposed to know, and the only reason why Niel was telling him in the first place was because he was worried about Byunghun.

Chanhee had a plan. Byunghun refused to stay home, and after finding out what was going on, there was no way Chanhee was going to leave Byunghun alone with that psychopath.

****

Byunghun walked into the cafe, a couple minutes late. His hair was damp, and was laying in a tousled mess. Sighing, he put his hood up and sat in front of Chunji, who was already seated and flirting with a waitress. 

Chunji flashed a smile at the girl, accepting the napkin with her number scrawled on it in. Byunghun saw her blush and look down, walking away. He glared at the boy in front of him. "Why couldn't you have threatened her to spend time with you, instead?"

Chunji crinkled the napkin and shoved it into the inside of his jacket pocket, the smile immediately replaced with a blank, cold look. Ah, the usual. Of course Chunji would have no actual interest, Byunghun thought. He's probably going to use her for something later, in the future. Poor girl. 

"Why, you jealous? Don't worry, beautiful. You've got her beat, by a landslide." Chunji smirked, leaning towards him. Byunghun leaned back, until his back hit the chair. 

****

"This is ridiculous!" Niel hissed, as he uncomfortably tried to cover his face as subtly as he possibly could. Lee Chanhee and his crazy ideas...Niel couldn't believe he actually agreed to this. Spying on Byunghun? Niel could understand if it was from afar, a safe distance where the chances of getting caught were slim and they could obtain all the information they needed. But sitting three tables away from Byunghun and Chunji, eavesdropping into their conversation and keeping an eye on the two all while trying to unseen? 

Niel sighed, burying himself deeper into his menu. Chanhee simply rolled his eyes, not really that concerned over this whole thing. If they happened to get caught, which Chanhee seriously doubted, he could just say that he wanted to go out for breakfast, and Niel was the only one awake. Which weren't total lies. 

"Say, Niel. Why did he keep this a secret from me?" Chanhee asked, being careful to keep his voice down. There was only one group of three that was between Chanhee and Niel, and Byunghun and Chunji. 

Niel had told Chanhee pretty much the gist of what was going on. He didn't include the kiss, or the fact that Chunji was calling Byunghun jagi. Byunghun would already be furious if he found out that Niel told Chanhee, he would be more furious if he disclosed information like that. Besides, Byunghun didn't even enjoy it, so there was no real harm, right?

….Right? 

"Seriously? You're seeing your crazy twin for the first time and that's the only question you have?" 

Chanhee eyed the younger boy. "Alright, fine. I'm not sure, but he told me to keep this a secret at all costs. Something about killing people, if others knew. I remained faithful to that promise, to! I mean, up until now. But you're his boyfriend, and you needed to know." Niel caved in, careful not to meet Chanhee's eyes. 

"Why is he hitting on my Byung. It's like he's asking for a death wish." 

"Hyung, please, don't go starting up a fight. Chunji is probably a lot more skilled in the beating-people-up department, and the last thing Byunghun will want is for you to get hurt. Byunghun hyung told me that he needs to do whatever Chunji tells him to, and has to be okay with whatever Chunji does. 'It's the only way', he said." Niel whispered. 

But it was like Niel's words were going through one ear and out the other. All he could focus on was the two, out of the corner of his eye. If he so much as touches my Byung I'm--

"Hyung? Are you even listening to me? Jeez, why did you bring me here then, if all you were going to do is creep on them?!" Niel muttered. Chanhee shook his head, clearing his thoughts as he made eye contact with the other. "I'm listening." 

"Can we leave? We've been here for over an hour and Chunji hasn't done anything yet." 

Chanhee rolled his eyes, tapping his fingers on the table as he waited for the waitress to come by with their drinks. "We're staying right here. I want to see what Chunji is doing to my Byung." 

"I'm starting to think that you're more jealous than concerned--" 

*****

"Byunghun hyung is home, he's home! I heard him, act natural!" Niel quietly shrieked, throwing himself onto the bed and laying face down onto the pillow. Chanhee looked up and blinked. He put his phone on the night table just as Byunghun walked into the room.

Chanhee noticed that Byunghun's face was grim. "You're home." Chanhee said with a big smile, opening his arms. Byunghun immediately walked into them with a smile as well; Chanhee's smile was always contagious. "I missed you." Byunghun said.

"O-oh, hyung, you're home. That's grea--" 

"Niel, shut up. Can I talk to you outside, please?" Byunghun asked, immediately losing his smile. His voice sounded tight, and lost it's lovingness. Niel's eyes flickered to Chanhee's, but Chanhee subtly shrugged. "I'll be right back." Byunghun smiled at Chanhee, dragging Niel by the collar and dragging him out of the room. He continued dragging Niel right out the door, and well into the hallway. When he had finally let him go, he glared at the other, arms crossed over his chest. "You told him, didn't you?" 

Niel tried hard to feign shock. "W-what? No!" 

"Do you think I'm an idiot, Niel? I told you not to tell anyone!" Byunghun shouted, smacking the other on the shoulder. 

"I was helping you!"

Byunghun ran a hand through his hair, cursing in frustration. "I told you not to tell anyone! I told you that!" Byunghun cried, smacking the other upside the head. "Do you know what Chunji will do if he finds out? God Niel, you're such an idiot!" 

Niel flinched, holding his hands up. "You couldn't keep it from him forever. Byunghun, he's your boyfriend. You can't keep these kind of big secrets from each other. And, it's not like he's mad about it! How did you even find out, anyways?" 

But Byunghun was too angry to get a full answer out of his mouth. He bit his lower lip and took in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself. Everything would be fine. Chunji would never know. He could never know. Byunghun opened his eyes and looked at Niel. "Say anything to anyone again, and that'll be the last thing that ever comes out of your mouth, got it?" 

****

It was early in the morning when Byunghun got the call. He was half asleep, and pressed 'accept' without much thought.

"Hm?" 

"I have something for you to do. Meet me outside of your apartment building in ten minutes." 

Of course. The only person who was insane enough to call at this hour would be none other than Chunji. Even though he still hadn't awoken fully from his sleep, he could tell that there was something weird going on. Chunji didn't sound as annoying and playful as he usually did--he sounded menacing. And that scared Byunghun. 

He turned over on his side, seeing Chanhee sleeping beside him peacefully, tightly holding onto his hand. Lightly kissing his forehead, Byunghun unlaced his fingers with the other's, and proceeded out of the apartment.

Chunji was standing right on the steps, waiting for him. As soon as Byunghun saw him, Chunji smirked. "This is going to be fun. Come on." Without giving Byunghun enough time to catch up, Chunji had already started walking to his car, which was parked dangerously on the sidewalk. Groaning, Byunghun got inside the passenger seat of the sleek sports car. He had thought it was going to be something quick, that wouldn't involve transportation. 

Chunji was scarily quiet during the car ride. He drove with increased intensity, and occasionally looked over his shoulder, as if he expected someone to be following them. 

"What the hell do you want me to do, anyways?" Byunghun asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He just wanted to go back to his bed, cuddle next to Chanhee, and sleep for as long as he possibly could. The more Chunji asked him to do things, the more annoying Byunghun found the boy. Chunji was always trying to flirt with him, but it made Byunghun feel dirty. Chunji had lost his scary appeal to Byunghun long ago--now he was just a nuisance. Byunghun wondered how much longer he would have to do this. This whole slave business. Would he be doing this for the rest of his life? All because a guy threatened him? 

Byunghun sighed when he didn't get any answer. He leaned his head on the window, looking straight head. But he immediately straightened when he realized where they were. This was Changhyun's parents' house. Chunji had parked the car right in front of their house, and killed the ignition. Byunghun his lips, suddenly feeling anxious. 

What were they doing here? How did Chunji even know where Changhyun's parents lived? 

Chunji bent over to the backseat and threw Byunghun a sniper. "You're going to kill Mr. and Mrs. Yoo."

*****

Byunghun couldn't speak properly for a few moments. And when he did, he couldn't believe what he heard. "What?" 

Chunji cursed, undoing Byunghun's seat belt and gesturing to the house. "Kill the goddamn parents, Byunghun." 

However, Byunghun stayed in his spot, staring at the gun on his lap . This had to be some kind of joke. There was no way Chunji actually expected Byunghun to kill the parents of his best friend. "Are you kidding me?" 

"Does it seem like I'm kidding? I swear, Byunghun, if you don't get out of this car and snipe the bastards in that house right now, I'll take this snipper and kill everyone you know. And, I'll make you watch as I shoot the life out of them. So I suggest you get off your and go do as I say." 

Byunghun swallowed thickly, opening the car door slowly. But before he fully got out, he stopped. "I don't even know how to use this…" 

The next thing he knew, Chunji was in front of him, an innocent smile on his lips. "Oh? Well then, consider this your first sniping lesson." He grabbed Byunghun's wrist and shut the car door. Dragging him to the front porch, Chunji shoved a thin, metal stick into the key slot. Within a three seconds, the lock clicked. Chunji opened the door, his grip on Byunghun's wrist tightening. Snipper in hand, Chunji navigated himself without any trouble to the room where Changhyun's parents were sleeping. Their door was wide open.

Byunghun couldn't do this. He couldn't. He couldn't let this happen, not to Changhyun.

"Chunji, please. Please, listen to me. You can't do this. These people are innocent, they've done nothing to you. You can't kill these people, these are my friend's parents!" Byunghun begged, standing in front of the open doorway. Chunji rolled his eyes, grabbing Byunghun by the collar and pulling him forward. "Shut up." 

Turning the boy around, Chunji placed the gun in Byunghun's hands. 

"Chunji, I can't do this. I won't do this. And neither will you. Please. Please! Just--please. For once, do the right thing. You can't do this, you can't!" Byunghun the tears rolling down his cheeks, his desperation growing by the second. His heart raced, and his mind was strangely fuzzy. Everything Chunji had asked him to do thus far was stupid--they were just errands. This, this was a whole different story. Chunji was telling him to kill someone. And not just any stranger--people Byunghun knew. Changhyun's parents had taken care of him when he was younger, when his own parents were busy with their business. Changhyun's parents invited him into their home, their family…

"If you won't do it, I will. And, if you won't do it, I'll kill them, their son, and everyone else in that nice little heritage line. Oh, and I can't forget your boyfriend, your boyfriend's parents, your boyfriends friends, and last but not least…you." Chunji whispered in Byunghun's ear. 

"See, it's simple, beautiful. If you do this, only two old people get killed. Who cares, they were bound to die anyways. But if I have to do it, not only will these people die, but also at least twenty other people. Would you like that?" 

Byunghun squeezed his eyes shut, his nails digging into the gun in his hands. He couldn't breathe properly--it felt like his lungs were clogging. His whole body was trembling as he exhaled deeply.

I'm so sorry...