She was harshly pinned to the brick wall, but who said she didn't want everything he had to offer. She held a ridiculously wide grin after all, those freshly manicured fingers tucking her auburn hair behind her ear as she giggled like the foolish girl that she was. "Come on Jimin, stop it that tickles." He didn't comply, instead he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, telling her everything she wanted to hear. It was the usual bull of how pretty, intelligent and sweet she was; but none other than his hands trailing down her waist suggested what his efforts truly worked towards. 

"Baby, you’re my everything. You know that, right?" She giggled once more, indulging in his every word. "You're mines and only mines and I'll never leave you. You're the icing on my cake, you're the petal of a rose, and you're my woman forever more." Yes, the bull came by the truck loads but still she tipped her head back as his lips nipped and bit down at the nape of her neck, eliciting those sweet, unbridled moans.

Snap!

His fingers racked through her hair with lips traveling down her shoulders, making her day as she continued to quietly groan against his cheek. She was like a plaything to him and nothing more.

Snap!

Jimin placed his hand on the graffiti wall behind her, caging her into what could only be described as a devil’s snare, what with the way he captured her lips while she clawed her nails down his back. She wanted this and that made her a fool; she yearned for this and that made her a conniving wench, and he continued on, making himself out to be nothing more but a player in disguise. Of course, she knew of his reputation at school but she couldn’t help but to believe in those sweet seducing proclamations of love as he provocatively said, "I'll never kiss another girl other than you again."

How sad of a scene it was, but hot nonetheless.

The location they were in was not pleasing to the eye. With an alarm of a car wailing nearby and painted walls covered in profanity, it could be said such a place was that of a cheesy, rat pack motel; Not like she didn't deserve it though, considering she was hopelessly and idiotically in love with a fiend.

She went along with every word and every move he made.

Jimin had her hooked like a fish and now he exploited his prey, pulling her hips toward the entrance of the hotel; and to his surprise she went in without a word of hesitation, giggling all the way up to their room.

Snap!

"Damn, Nice work. I wouldn't have believed it without these." He shrilled with a mix of glee and utter disappointment.

"I know, I'm just that good. I hear a little whisper here and there and bam, I get all of these." Youngjae sprawled the pictures on the floor, picking up a few in particular that was far too blurry and unprofessional for his taste. He took pride in his work, and to think, the only person who appreciated his efforts was his best friend Jung Daehyun.

"So what does this scandal go under? I would say ‘/love,’ but then it also can be considered cheat/betrayal. I'm kind of stumped."

They never fail in stumbling upon these kinds of obstacles, but of course, Daehyun would always be the one who made the final decision; Appropriate to say the least, considering he was the one who started this whole thing. "I would say Cheat/betrayal. It's but it's nowhere near love, as far as Jimin is concerned. So I’m more than banking on putting it in betrayal because Jimin is a . He’ll never hook up with this girl again. He's the biggest player in all of Seoul; he goes through what? Friken 11 girls in one week? And who knows if he has an STD, or HPV, or something like that.” Daehyun shuddered. “So it’s also a cheat because our dear friend Hyosung is such an idiot that she has to go and have behind her boyfriend's back. It's a shame."

Youngjae nodded, cutting the pictures in different shapes and sizes so it could fit in their 600 page book that already consisted of at least 200 pages of nitty gritty info that were both unique and gripping in their perspective. It was separated into 5 categories: /love, cheat/betrayal, lies/secrets, Dark/life-threatening, and the 'oh so popular’ couples/breakups. Their journal was their pride and joy, their ‘baby’ if you will, and there was nothing that could separate them from their obsession.

"So glue everything together and make sure you leave room for me to write about it.” Writing wasn’t Daehyun’s forte. He at it and because of that, he usually reserved such a task for Youngjae. But seeing as he got the pictures, Daehyun thought it was only fair that he pulled his weight in this scandalous affair. “Here's the beginning: 'Friend, scholar and also your average girl wanting nothing more but to be a doctor. Jeon Hyosung: every parents dream for a daughter. But like every girl, she has her fair-share of secrets. When she's out and about, little Miss goody two-shoes push asides the books and gets ‘hands on’ with the anatomy of none other than, player and -craved dog (with a bazillion diseases to boot), Park Jimin. Get ready for the caution tape, prepare the hazmat team and spray this lying cheat down the drain because this girl has ‘ghetto’ and ‘ratchet’ written all over her.’”

Youngjae gently tapped the scissors on the floor, running the sentences through his head as his eyes shifted up to the ceiling in thought. "Yeah it's great. You're future, this journal and-"

"It's not a journal." Daehyun interrupted. "This is my life, my future and my passion."

Youngjae raised a brow. "Exaggeration much?" He laughed, pasting his photos in place.

"I guess…just a little." Daehyun admitted with a small grin. "So, have you heard any buzz around school lately?"

"No, nothing at all. I'm out of gossip for the moment. It’s hard being a dude. It’s like a restriction to get to the good stuff."

Daehyun sighed, looking at the pictures once more. He couldn't remember a time where they haven't updated their book. They started it ever since middle school where prepubescent turmoil blossomed into a field of secrets Daehyun couldn’t get enough of. Only the most vile, juiciest, and ‘oh my god are you serious’ enigmas were ever worthy of the pages he dedicated his life to. Sure, there was the usual break up and make out, but it was the way people lived out their lives that intrigued him the most.

Now that he was well into his third year of high school, their seemed to be more gossip than ever before, and with a great eavesdropper like Yoo Youngjae by his side, they proved to be a force to be reckoned with Everyone was in it like he said before, but now with new faces, new dilemmas and hormones getting out of hand, their book just seem to be beckoning for more. 

"Pick a person." Daehyun finally said, breaking the silence.

"Person?"

Daehyun nodded. "Yeah. Let's try something new. I mean, we still do the usual stuff…keep our ears open and pry out information from the most timid people we can find, but let’s stir things up for ourselves. A challenge if you will."

"Like how?" Youngjae inquired, quite interested in Daehyun’s take of breaking out of the norm.

"We pick one person that we don't already have in the book and try to find the ‘big kahuna’ of all secrets out of him or her."

Youngjae didn't find this anywhere near possible. Other than the seniors who were way out of their league due to the school splitting off into sections, there was no other person to go for. "Daehyun, as much as it sounds like a fun and interesting idea, we're not capable of doing that."

As if already delving into the other’s worrisome thoughts, Daehyun explained into detail what his plans consisted of. "I know, the seniors are off limits. They'll kill us if we try to pry around them… but how about one."

"One senior?"

"Yeah. We can choose one and that will be the end of the whole senior masquerade. So, how about it? We follow, we take the pictures and we write away like we always do. It’s a good idea, isn’t it?"

Youngjae shook her head. As much as he loved his fair share of snooping around, he had vowed - more like promised the god’s themselves - to never step into their hyung and noona’s territory. Seniors were the untouchable of secrets, not only would they not talk to them, they were also much more difficult to negotiate with. They were the bulldogs of the school and Youngjae couldn't bring himself to imagine attempting to go that far. Then again, Daehyun was a persistent guy and it was hard to say ‘no’ to him.

So, with a lopsided grin, he agreed. "Fine, we’ll go for it. But promise me we're not going to get caught or get ourselves into a load of trouble."

Daehyun nearly laughed with a sigh that accentuated his infamous cocky smirk. "Nearly four years into this business, and did we get caught? I think not. So don't worry, we won't get into a load of trouble. Let's just make this the biggest scandal we ever obtained. The lowest of the low, the darkest thing that we ever got our hands on, because I can say this will be a 10 on our Scando-meter, and if Hyosung's story was a 4…it’s obvious we have a lot to fill on our plate…agreed?”

He stuck his hand out for Youngjae to take, the boy soon shaking his hand in promise to never back down no matter what obstacles came their way. As strange as it might sound, this was going to be their future and, as far as he knew, no one could stop them from tearing a senior down.

"So, who's the lucky person?" Youngjae started, shuffling though their past work.

Daehyun shrugged. He had good ideas, brilliant ones in fact, but, 89.99 percent of the time, he relied on Youngjae to be the deciding factor to all his decisions. They were that close, like brothers, and so he looked up to him, waiting for Youngjae to say something. "Well, we can look through the year book." As soon as the suggestion came up, Daehyun went to the bookshelf and pried open his yearbook, flipping through page after page of gray scaled faces.

"How about Himchan?" Daehyun blurted out with playful grin.

"No. I'm going out with him remember? And rule one of this ' high school book' is…."

"Our personal lives and the people in it are out of bounds." Daehyun finished, rolling his eyes as he did so. It was just a joke. "Then how about some senior teachers…like Lee Joon - ssi? He's the drama, dance and P.E instructor for only seniors so he can count."

"Nope…He's scary and weird as hell. You try to even enter his classroom uninvited he'll give you detention before you step foot into the door…not to mention he’s friken touchy." Ah yes, Youngjae knew just about everything and, as much as that was an asset in their ‘line of business,’ it only proved to limit their choices along the way. It was a shame really, but since he knew his stuff, Daehyun didn't protest.

"Okay, I know I said seniors...but maybe Bang Jiho."

"Nope. As much as I want to just stay within our grade...I just have to say no to that one."

"Fine! Gosh damn Youngjae...how about Bang Yongguk?"

"Interesting, but nope. He has a hell of a temper. Have you seen his face? It’s like 'piranha' worthy. He'll bite your head off without warning. Every girl in school is fond of him but he's mysterious…too mysterious for us."

Daehyun sighed. "Come on Youngjae, I've been going through potential victims who might hold good secrets but you keep shutting them down."

Youngjae rubbed at his temples, the frustration of it all already getting to him. "I know but still." He looked over the yearbook once more, streaming through names and faces until finally, he found their next victim. "Okay this one." Youngjae said almost too excitedly as he pointed a finger to a particular face that was all too familiar to Daehyun. " She's the most dorky yet popular girl in school. Everyone is accustomed to being on her good side though, and she's very nice. Although, when it comes to dating she has no common sense and the best part is…she's Yongguk and Jiho's sister. It's like hitting three birds with one stone. We'll get the whole Bang family.”

For a guy who wasn't pleased with the general idea of ing over a senior, Youngjae was surely optimistic about it now. Youngjae stared at him intently, waiting for Daehyun to say something, but all he did was smile in the silence that filtered the air.

He was happy and fortunate to have a friend who took this so seriously, despite how ‘girly’ and 'stalkerish' their hobby perceived them to be if anyone were to ever find out what they were up to. Such determination and fire was what he needed the most - a person to do the job with as much pride as exemplified in his work. Daehyun closed the yearbook and placed it on his bed, nodding in agreement.

"We have our girl."

"There's going to be a fling in the hallway." Youngjae held their book in one hand and a very expensive camera in the other. The estimated cost of their pride and joy was about 400 dollars of their hard earned money. He wasn’t too concerned about the price though, despite how pressed for cash his family has been in lately. Because to him, it just showed how serious they were about this ' book'. Like how it was named, the book was their obsession and it eventually sunk beneath their skin like a virus that couldn’t be cured.

Daehyun placed his books in his locker and slammed it closed. "How do you know that?"

"How do you think?"

Daehyun laughed and followed Youngjae to the said fling that was going to occur. "Information?"

"It's not a good fling, I know that much. Heard some girls talking about it in the halls, so I put on my charming smile and asked them about it. All they said was that it wasn't going to be good."

As if on cue, a sea of students started to crowd in the corridor they stood in. There was shouting eliciting from the bodies that surrounded the souce of the commotion and, by the sound of it, two men stood in the middle of it all. It was going to be a brawl, Daehyun knew that much.

"Involvement?" Daehyun inquired, practically shoving through people by that point.

"You'll see." Daehyun raised a brow, but as soon as he witnessed idiots looking like two wild animals in heat, all he wanted to do was laugh his off. Youngjae was already on his way snapping one photo after the next in every angel possible; getting in close and risking a black eye for that money shot he desired the most. Daehyun on the other hand simply watched as the two men screamed at one another in a rage that attracted quite the crowd.

The raven haired buffoon had a cocky smirk on his face, clearly amused by the anger that radiated from the blue haired teen who was obviously fuming over something that only a fight could resolve.

"Damn you Jimin! We're brothers! How can you do this to me!?"

The raven shrugged, cocking his head to the side. "I just couldn't help myself. You're such a dork Junhong, you know that? It was the most minor thing I did. It doesn't even need explaining."

Junhong was over the top. Before anyone knew what was coming, he tackled his brother to the floor, his peers moving away from them in an effort to save their own faces from the blows that slammed into Jimin’s face. Someone should’ve stopped them. Someone should’ve manned up and broke them apart, but it wasn't like Daehyun would volunteer to be the good Samaritan. After all, he wanted this to happen more than anyone in the crowd. Fights, betrayal and maybe a little blood shed along the way were what made high school the most awesomest thing to happen to him since his discovery of cheesecake. 

‘It was all for Hyosung. How dumb. They can be such simpletons.’  Daehyun shook his head and continued to enjoy the fist fight between two brothers. But as expected, two teachers halted the fight, prying them away from each other before the real damage could be done.

Jimin didn't do anything to provoke his little brother any further. Too bad the same couldn’t be said for Junhong who bucked and thrashed to escape from the teacher’s grasp, attempting to make his way toward his brother once more.

"I spent all week on that report and you fed it to the dog!" Junhong shouted and as soon as the reason behind the commotion hit Daehyun’s ear, his knees wanted to give in and hit the floor in despair. They were fighting over a report!? Weren't they fighting over Junhong’s of a girlfriend? What a disappointment!

Now that the commotion was under control, Daehyun slit a hand across his neck, signaling Youngjae of the slip-up that wasn’t going to be of any use to them. Youngjae nodded and drew by the other’s side, laying the camera in the palm of his hand.

Erasing every picture that he took, Daehyun strapped the camera around his neck. "I'm going to take this for a while. See if I can get anything worthy while." With a nod of his head, Youngjae agreed and the two went off on their separate ways.

"Hyosung, you are so damn stupid sometimes." He muttered under his breath, wondering aimlessly through the halls with not much of a destination in mind.

Hyosung was a great athlete, a 4.0 student and a hell of a great friend he had grown fond of in middle school. She was doing great for herself on an academic level, but when it came to the real world and all things dating, she acted like a mouse in a maze. It was disappointing to say the least.

But that didn’t really matter now.

Daehyun walked aimlessly down the hall with thoughts so muddled that he nearly walked past the open double doors that stopped him in his tracks. He did a double take into the gymnasium upon realizing someone was there. With nothing better to do, Daehyun stepped into the gym and crept behind the bleachers, watching as the only soul there shot a free throw so elegantly, that Daehyun nearly had to remind himself to breathe.

It was a sight to behold.

Sweat dripped down the other’s fair skin and brilliantly illustrated his broad shoulders that were finely sculpted to a tee. Auburn locks of hair followed him quite gracefully, framing his face and tussling about as he leapt, pivot, jumped and swished the ball into the net. This guy had a conspicuous face that could be caught within seconds amongst the crowd and yet, his eyes seemed to bare a glint of indifference as if emanating a distant stare. He wasn’t concentrating on his shot that was for sure; instead it appeared as if he was trying to brush off whatever was on his mind.

Daehyun observed, taking the time to get some pictures along the way. Basketball wasn't his sport. Other than the occasional dancing off beat, he wasn’t fond of anything that required a lot of movement. If anything, he’d rather watch this guy play than get on the court himself because as long as he was moving, nothing really mattered.

After a few minutes had passed, the male went to the bench to take a water break. He draped a towel over his neck and started towards him. For that split second Daehyun thought he was caught right there and then. He held his breath, watching him take those necessary steps to him that made his heart skip a beat, but only sighed to find out he was just heading toward the boy's locker room.

"So, this is Bang Yongguk. The so called ‘Hot sernior’ on the boys’ basketball varsity team and every senior girls wet dream…how fantastic is this. Now I can finally get some pictures. I know we have to follow his sister but this is too much of an opportunity to pass up." With her mind set on an objective, Daehyun stealthily ran across the court and straight into the locker room. Sure, being an unauthorized player meant a great deal of punishment if he was caught, but this was all for their book, their dream and a successful future.

He had to go in and suffer whatever consequences that came his way.

So he walked through columns of blue lockers, cautiously poking his head off to the side before covering more ground thereafter. If he only he had Youngjae with him than it wouldn’t have felt so nerve-wracking sneaking like a in the boy’s bathroom. But he had to keep his guard up and continue on like a soldier would.

The sound of the shower turning off caused him to hug his back against the cold metal steel of a locker, his chest rising and falling with the breathes that came out far too rapidly for his liking. Footsteps echoed, Daehyun’s head twisting every which way he thought the sounds were coming from. Which way is he going? Which way!?

Dehyun wanted to poke his head off to the side once again to get at least a glimpse of where he was, but his fears momentarily stopped him from doing so. But he had to do it. He had to grow a set and just do what he came there to do.

So he took a deep breath, and with a simple count of 1,2,3, he looked off to the side and there he was. As his heart raced and practically having the wind knocked right out of him, Daehyun widened his eyes. Gulping a swig of his own spit, he clenched his hands tightly around one corner of the locker she huddled against, not blinking even for a fraction of a second even when sweat beaded down his brow. Mind you, it wasn't as if Yongguk saw him or he was or anything like that. It was just the fact that Yongguk had his backed turned to him, revealing numerous scars and cuts that must’ve been inflicted throughout a long span of time.

This guy was rich, no doubt about that, and he had parents who were well respected within the city. He had a brother who was arrogant at times but very protective when it came to his sister. With a viper, hummer and various mustangs at his disposal, Yongguk had a pretty good life on the outside looking in. But what, or rather who, could be responsible for those scars? Was he inflicting it on himself or did someone else cause it? It was impossible to even think someone could hurt him, seeing that he was a black belt in Karate, a great swords men and quite skilled in Tae-kwon-do.

'Research is good but Youngjae didn't say anything about this. I wonder...with this strong profile on his side, how can anyone get to him? His face is sullen, it doesn't seem as if he talks to anyone or even share his feelings. It's like he locks himself up and this wall surrounds him so no one can pry into his private life, let alone his thoughts. We have our work cut out for us that’s for sure…but I need evidence.'

Snap!

Seconds after he took the picture, Daehyun spotted something in the other’s hands - a picture of some sort but he couldn't get much of a glimpse of it. Unconsciously, he inched forward as if the change in angle would earn him a face in the photo. Daehyun was on his toes, maneuvering himself a bit, when suddenly:

"Hey! What are you doing in here?!"

The alarming voice of another caused him to fall on his knees. At that moment, he could feel a piercing, almost deadly stare penetrating right through him. Daehyun didn't want to show his face to the man who could practically glare right through his soul, so with great speed, Daehyun got up, his heels and headed toward the exit as if his life depended on it. Two men, obviously on the basketball team, stood in his way, but he pushed right passed them, escaping without anyone catching a single glance at his face.

Youngjae barged into Daehyun’s room only to find his friend flustered in front of his computer, clicking away at windows and folders with great speed. "So, what you up to?" With a final click here and there, Daehyun shut off his computer and unplugged the USB cord from the camera before handing off both items for Youngjae to hold onto.

Daehyun smiled a somewhat anxious smile, but Youngjae thought nothing of it as he took a quick glance at his camera. "Guess what Youngjae? I bumped into Hyosung and she's going to call my cell any time now. I think she's feeling guilty and wants to talk to an old friend."

"Really? That's sounds great but what were you doing on that computer of yours? You better not be keeping from me again."

Daehyun laughed. "I was just downloading some pictures I took and guess who I got a picture of-" His words were replaced by the tune of his cell phone that created a stir of great anticipation. With a peppy hello, Daehyun waited for something like a whimpered cry of pure regret to come out of the other end but, much to his disappointment, he only got a fist full of anger instead.

"Hyung! You're supposed to pick me up from Soccer practice! Where are you?"

Rolling his eyes by the banshee cry of none other than his kid brother, Hakkun, Daehyun let out an exasperated sigh. "Sorry Hakkun but I'm at home. Aren't you old enough to walk?"

"No." He honestly said. "You know how long it is to get to practice and home? It's getting dark and its creepy walking alone." Hakkun was the poster boy of scardy cats. He was only 7 but Daehyun thought he was more than old enough to take care of himself. To hell, Daehyun walked almost 2 miles to his favorite café just to get his hands on a plate of cheesecake and he was only 6. So it was more than safe for Hakkun to walk 5 blocks home. 

"Hakkun, be a big boy and walk alright? I have to go; I'm going to start dinner because mom's going to be late again. I'll cook your favorite to make it up to you."

"Hyung! This means pay back I'm going to-"

Daehyun ended the call before another onslaught of threats hit his ear. He already had a lot on her plate as it is, and worrying about his little brother was the last thing he needed right now. A headache was brewing and to ease such migraines, Daehyun rubbed at his temple, giving Youngjae a hopeless stare of pure exhaustion.

Youngjae chuckled. "Guess that was Hakkun."

"Yeah but he'll be okay… so back to what we were talking about."

Retrieving their book and setting it on the floor, Daehyun flipped through the pages. He was finally feeling at ease again until his phone blared in his pocket once more. It had to be his brother trying to get even by yelling at the top of his lungs like he always did. He knew that bothered the hell out of him and irked him to the point where he’d simply give in and do what the little brat wanted just to shut him up.

"You going to answer it?" Youngjae watched as the brunette stomped across the room to slip on his jacket and shoes.

He couldn’t win.

So to make that brat happy, he prepared to leave the house but stopped in place as he looked over his shoulder in Youngjae's direction. "I'll be back in 20, check my computer, there's pictures displayed on the desktop as soon as you-" The annoying tune of his ring tone was getting on his last nerve. Before he was able finish what he had to say, Daehyun answered the phone as Youngjae went about booting up his computer.

"Dammit Hakkun! I'm coming. I'll run it there so just hold on and-"

"I saw you." He interrupted and the monotonous tone of the other's voice caused Daehyun to raise a brow. He glanced at the caller ID that read 'Restricted,' but that wasn't what baffled him most. What turned the gears in his head was the anger that trailed through the phone, the low intonation of his voice sending chills down his spine.

Hearing the conversation suddenly come to a halt, Youngjae turned in his chair with a questioning look furrowing his brows. "Who is it?"

Daehyun shrugged, covering the mic with the palm of his hand. "I don't know. Some guy who blocked his number. It’s creepy as ."

The person on the receiving end sighed deeply in annoyance. "Are you listening to me Daehyun?"

"Yeah, I am but who is it?" Daehyun inquired.

"Remember the locker room."

Holy crap!

"Yongguk?!" At the sound of their target’s name, Youngjae lept out of his chair like a cat and brought his ear up the phone to eavesdrop on the discussion. He urged Daehyun to say something and it had to take a light hit in the stomach to bring him back to reality. "What do you want? I don't know how you got my number but I'm sorry, it wasn't like I saw anything."

"You had a camera." He sternly said with a venom as potent as a snake’s bite.

"I know but I didn't take any pictures of you." He lied through his teeth.

"I don't care. I can't trust your words."

Daehyun covered the mic once again and turned to Youngjae. "Open my computer. Erase the pictures I saved on there." Within seconds, Youngjae complied and he watched as the screen popped up random files. Obviously, Youngjae didn't have a single clue as to what to do. So Daehyun took over. He uncovered the photos of Yongguk's back and that was it. Anyone who knew a thing or two about Seoul’s top ‘power forward’ could tell that was none other than Bang Yongguk due to the angle of it all. It was perfect, but due to his fears taking a hold of him, Daehyun knew he couldn't keep it.

"What are you doing? You suddenly became quiet." Yongguk said calmly as he let out a stress-relieving sigh.

"Nothing, but I want to know how you got my number and how you knew it was me."

"I have my sources just how you have yours."

Daehyun clenched the phone even tighter than before. With a window confirming the deletion of his pictures, the boy hesitated to click upon it as another question came to mind. "What is that supposed to mean?"

He could practically hear Yongguk’s smile through the phone as a chuckle rung in his ear. "You should know. I have a picture of you and I'm keeping it until you delete the one you have of me."

"I already told you. I don't have one."

"I don't believe you, I don't know what game you’re trying to play but I'll make sure to stop it right here, right now." He hung up, leaving Daehyun to gawk at the pictures in front of him. “Damn it!” Daehyun slammed the phone on his desk, cursing under his breath with a frustration that couldn’t be tamed.

"He has a picture of me." The boy bluntly stated with a huff.

"So what does that mean?"

"I don't know but it can't be good. He says it as if it was a bad thing, like he's trying to blackmail me." no! Daehyun refused to erase the picture after the threat that attempted to put him in his place. As if he’d give in to a rich who only ever expected everything to go his way. Closing the document and keeping it in a safe place, Daehyun shut down his computer and turned toward Youngjae with one corner of his lip tugged into a smirk.

"We're going to play along with this game of his. We'll collect information and bring him down. I don't recall ever doing anything out of the ordinary for him to get a picture of me…trying to ruin my reputation and all that . So we'll see who comes up on top.” Daehyun took from now one. That was both a good and bad quality to a man who stopped at nothing to accomplish each and every objective he set out to accomplish. He was scary. Youngjae could see he was bent out of shape by the call and that only made him fear for the worst that had yet to come. “This may be his game," Daehyun stated with disgust. "But we're going to play his game by our rules."

 A/N

Pretty long chapter but I'm just throwing out the beginning...it should get shorter ...idk OTL 

So how was it? Hope y'all enjoyed the first chappy x3