"Son of a bitch!" Hyunjin's palm slammed down on the steering wheel. He huffed.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" With each exclamation, he slammed against his car again. He didn't really care what the other drivers next to him must be thinking. He saw nothing but pure red rage before his eyes. As red as the traffic light above him. As red as the blood pumping through his veins at top speed, only making him angrier.

"I mean what is he thinking?!" The traffic light flipped to green. Hyunjin drove up with tires screeching. No amount of cursing and swearing in the world could have brought him down. He was only a corner away from his block. Yet, those minutes felt so deflatingly long. He parked an extra distance away from his apartment.

"Damn that bastard was sitting in my car." With a venomous sideways glance, he stared at the seat. The car was off. It puffed quietly and shut down. His eyes never left the seat. The whole scenario replayed in a continuous loop in his head.

"What was that asshole Jeongin doing there anyway?" He muttered and grabbed his few belongings. With force, he pushed open the car door and closed it with even more vigor.

"Fuck him." He buried his fists in his pants pockets and stomped toward the apartment.

"Fuck everything." His steps were heavy and fast. Hyunjin kicked a can out of the way. Even the trash can looked so provocative that he would have liked to knock it over and stomp on it.

The buzzing from the front door was annoying him. The thousand steps he had to walk left him out of breath, but not out of insults. He rattled off the entire library of angry words. With white hands and a runny nose, he dragged himself to the last floor.

His hands were too gross and shaky to find his key. He scoffed and threw them on the floor.  "Fuck you!" His scream echoed throughout the stairwell. With audible exhales and inhales, he gathered the keys back up and unlocked the door.

—

The second it closed behind him, he dumped all his things on the floor. He leaned against the wood and stared into space.

"Because I fucking like you!" He snapped his eyes open. Jisung... liked him. Had for quite some time. And yet, all this time, he had been racking his brain to see if he was professional enough. He had kept every cell in his body from capturing his lips. Jisung had lied about everything. "Jeongin is a psycho, I tell you! I don't know why he was there, maybe he's stalking me or something."

Hyunjin slowly slid down his door. "Hyunjin I really like you, I'm sorry" He groaned. His forehead throbbed as if a bees' nest lived behind it. It stung between his eyes. Sharp pain traveled from his head down his spine as he hit the ground.

"What's happening?" An angry tear pressed against his lashes, insisting on running down his cheek. Hyunjin put his face in both hands and just let everything crash over him.

Jeongin. Chan. Going shopping. Money problems.

Jisung. Jisung's feelings. Jisung's face. Jisung's body. Jisung's lies.

Hyunjin was overcome by his thoughts. He was buried under all the pent-up little problems that now rolled over him like an avalanche. There was a crack in the lock of his door. Hyunjin's whimpering drowned out the sound.

Only when the door pressed painfully against his back did he jump up. "What asshole... I'm going to kill you!" As he let the door fly open, standing on the other side was none other than...

Minho.

Shortly after, Felix plopped up behind him. "Hi."

Hyunjin was in shock. He pressed his forehead against the doorframe. "What do you want?"

"I have a lot of explaining to do, get out of the way." With that, Minho pushed past him and pulled Felix along by the arm.

After silent protests, Hyunjin really not wanting to move from his spot any more than he wanted to talk to the two, listen to them, or have their presence in his home, the two had carried him into his bedroom. Hyunjin sat at the headboard with Felix snuggled next to him. Minho's stood in front of the bed.

"Now you listen to me. Without a stupid comment. Anything." His gaze pierced Hyunjin. It sounded practically like a death threat. "Jisung sent me," Minho pulled out his cell phone. "Half an hour ago, he sent me a voice message."

Then he tossed the device onto the bed. "He was crying, hyperventilating, and it sounded like he was standing in the middle of the street." Hyunjin just looked out the window, he was listening but he didn't want the words to have an effect on him. "Changbin picked him up and is at his house now."

"How do you even know each other?" Without turning his head away from Skyline, the snarky words flew out of his mouth. "Everyone is just lying or wrapping up information nicely or just not telling me at all." He drew quotation marks at "nice."

Felix hastily shook his head and ran his fingers through his best friend's slightly wet hair. "I don't know about anything, I swear on Minecraft." Minho captured the word again. "Felix is the third opinion. You from your point of view and me from what I know."

He started pacing up and down the room. "Jisung likes you, he had made a whole plan on how to wrap you around his finger. But!" He raised a finger. "That was before you two texted."

Hyunjin laughed wryly. Great, very nice, really helps me out.

"Jeongin and Jisung broke up in a huge conflict. They just yelled at each other or kept quiet for weeks." The demand to shrug his shoulders was high, but Hyunjin still had some human sense left.

"The problem was that the two of them were so zero, so truly no match at all. Jeongin really just wanted to experiment... and used his best friend to do it." That's new.

"The two of them had shared an apartment and then went through, you don't want to hear the details, anyway they got together."

Felix raised his hand. "Yeah what is it?" Minho sighed. "But they already liked each other?"  And then he shook his head.

"It was quite funny, like they had to pretend for someone. While Jisung was glued to his computer for hours on end, watching your streams like pretty much any porn that existed. Jeongin was outside making out with Chan. But of course Jisung didn't know about that."

—

And so the story went on. From multiple cheating to quarrels with shoving around, to funny almost forced love stories (both thought that they wanted it, but it brought nothing more than pure... disgust? For each other). It wasn't just a mess. It was so unhealthy that Jisung lost his job because he kept coming to work without any energy or sleep. They soon couldn't pay for their apartment. And that was when Jeongin had decided to move in with Chan. And during the last fight, he broke up with Jisung.

"And you heard everything?" Felix asked with great compassion in his voice. Minho nodded. "We had talked on the phone and then when Jeongin came home he left the phone on."

Hyunjin swallowed. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, and all the salt from the tears that had run down his lips.

"You haven't heard anything like that yet... he really listed everything, and I mean everything, that jisung didn't like about himself as a reason why he was unhappy with their relationship. And you know Jisung, he doesn't have much self-confidence."

Hyunjin, meanwhile, had slid down in his bed until his head was in Felix's lap. The latter was running his hands through his hair, trying to give him physical succor.

"You see Hyunjin... I really understand why you guys were fighting and your anger. But Jisung..." Minho sighed again, running his hands over his hair. "Jisung doesn't really know how to deal with his feelings. He's trying. He has a book! Yes a book. That has all the things you did in it. What you told him. Hell I don't even want to hear it or say it, but he really likes you..." He laughed softly. A bit of desperation resonated in his voice. Hyunjin fought the small smile that stretched across his tear-streaked face.

"But I can't patch him up anymore, Changbin can't. No one can." Minho sat cross-legged on the bed with him. "I firmly believe you're pretty much the only person who can."

Hyunjin buried his face with Felix, hugging the smaller man with a tight grip. He couldn't hear that yet, let alone process it.

"And I hate to say it, but you have been for much longer than you two have known each other. Please just give him a chance... he's sweet underneath all of this."

Hyunjin sniffled loudly.

Images of the smiling Jisung as he was on his couch talking about his youth played in his head.

It hurt, driving more water into his swollen eyes.

Everything around his eyes burned from wiping them away. His nose was puffy from blowing it.

And inside his body, it was so warm. A mixture of still lukewarm anger and the thought... fuck I like him. I want to help him.

But there always is one problem, and no one has nothing they don't want to talk about.

Hyunjin just... didn't know what to do.

( this isn't proofread and really messy : D )