♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Beomgyu's POV | 3

As we walked into the bar, Yeonjun's friends greeted him, and of course, they completely disregarded my existence.

"Yeonjun." I whispered to him. "You did not tell me they were gonna be here."

"Beomgyu, calm down, this is supposed to me a stress-free environment. Just have fun man."

Ugh.

He continued, "I'm gonna go grab myself a drink, you hang tight."

Why did I have to do what he said? What if I didn't wanna hang tight? I thought it would just be him and I. I should've known. Anyway, I found myself a booth and made myself comfortable, before someone approached me and said hello.

"Hey, how you doing?" He asked, seating himself right next to me, at a rather uncomfortable distance. Regardless, he seemed like a nice guy, maybe a little tipsy, that's all.

"You seem distressed, what's on your mind?" The stranger asked. "That's the face of someone who's struggling with relationships.

"... how did you know?" I questioned.

Yeah, how did he know?

"It's just a friend of mine. I used to have feelings for him, and those feelings recently came back. I guess I was so jealous of all the attention he was receiving, that I thought he was pushing me away— but in reality, I was."

He picked out the most attractive guy in the bar and asked me, "is it that one?"

Yes, yes it was.

"Yeah, I brought him here tonight." I said.

Yeonjun, still standing with his friends, glanced over at me and gave me a gentle smirk which made my heart flutter a bit.

The stranger slowly leaned into my shoulder, pressing his chest against it, which made me hella uncomfortable.

What the fuck was he doing? Does he not know personal space?... Hold on— for some reason, it doesn't bother me when Yeonjun does it. Fuck, I think about him all the time, it's fucking annoying.

Yeonjun glanced over again, his eye brows furrowed, expressing confusion, probably toward what the stranger, but I don't know.

The stranger leaned back into his space, and placed his hand on my knee. Just as I thought he was going to give me wholesome relationship advice, he sneakily drove his hand up my thigh, and his breaths became heavier.

"Don't you wish you had someone who could love you the right way? Someone you didn't have to worry about losing to someone else?" He whispered into my ear.

Yeonjun's glances grew more frequent and more intense the closer the stranger got to me.

I panicked— the motherfucker was at least twice my size?!

He used his other hand to push his drink to me, offering it to me.

"I-I'm not a drinker."

Bitch I was NOT trying to die tonight—

I looked up to find Yeonjun, and he was already walking— or trying to walk over (he's drunk of course).

The stranger's hand slid further, and he wouldn't let me back away from him.

"Yeonjun... help..." I mouthed to him as he stumbled over.

"Hey!" Yeonjun shouted.

I immediately felt a wave of relief, like I didn't really have to be afraid anymore. Yeonjun is a pretty tough guy, so there shouldn't be a need to panic, right? Right.