11:10 am

Kevin, Junseong, and Minyook found Myung in the hallway outside the music introduction class.

He was rather "chill" even when being confronted, much too chill for Minyook's liking.

"Haemin was the one who spread that. So, if you have to blame anyone, it should be him." Myung said as he leaned against the wall.

"Haemin and I are friends. We have the right to discuss things between ourselves. That doesn't mean you can go around spreading rumors in the hallway." Minyook replied sternly.

"If you guys are friends, you should've kept it to yourself. Why did he shout out? How is this my fault?" Myung said with a shrug.

Hah! Minyook scoffed internally. He felt Kevin clutching the back of his shirt. He also knew Kevin must be the one stopping Junseong from lunging forward. Junseong, the short and fluffy (yes he is fluffy) guy, was an angry chicken like that.

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Thank goodness for Kevin's presence that immensely eased him. If he had taken one step forward, Junseong would have taken five and finished the guy off. It was always the innocent and sweet ones that exploded the strongest when it comes to protection.

"Just because you want Jye Hee away from Jinxi you had to go play this dirty trick. How is it not your fault?" Kevin intervened, hitting Myung's reasoning right on spot.

Minyook's patience was gradually depleting, and Myung was not helping. He had his hands crossed over his chest to stop himself from punching Myung. He repeated what Kevin had chanted on the way here in his head, he was not worth it. Myung is not worth it.

"It was Jinxi's fault. Trying to act tough in front of girls. This serves him right," Myung said with a smirk, " I take absolutely no responsibility for this shit."

"Haemin was sulking all day saying he had caused all this but looks like the culprit hasn't even acknowledged the mistake yet," A voice rang across the hallway.

The three froze before turning to find its source, a very angry-looking blonde.

"He should be. He was the megaphone after all," Myung commented as he turned to Jinxi without knowing that he is digging his own grave.

Ohhhh no... Jinxi was pissed now.

"What did you just call him?" Jinxi took a step forward. The excitement and cold fury were seeping out of him.

Ohhh this is a bad sign. This is a baaad bad sign.

The three collectively took a step back as they braced themself against the wall.

Needless to say, hands were thrown.