Broken | Jaeyong

chapter 22

After leaving the other limp on the bed, Taeyong prowled over to the one in the hall, their figure struggling on the floor. He could only chuckle lowly at his distress, slowly but surely pinning the injured's weak body against the carpet. Wrapping his fingers around the other's throat, his grin grew at the feeling of it convulse under his palm as they struggled to breath. 

Taeyong leaned down, his lips only millimetres away from the other's ear as he whispered with a sadistic smirk, "How does it feel to find out you were never the cat, mousy?" He looked back at the other, his eyes meeting with their's, the darkness in his eyes narrowing in on the one beneath him like a predator to its soon dead prey.

- - - 16 hours before - - -

"I mean, although he's kind of disgusting... Jiho is really hot." Aiko drooled, cheeky gaze directed down the crowded corridor, back leaning against the locker, books hugged innocently to her chest though she is none of the sort. 

"You have terrible taste." Bea groaned, arms crossed as she watched the group of jocks walk pass, Jaemin happily spotting Jeno amongst the mix.

"Shut up." Aiko frowned, facing her friends, "We get that you're standards are high, Bea."

Jaemin remained silent as he removed his eyes from Jeno's retreating back to Aiko's unpleased stare. Jaemin knew little about Bea's dating past and sexuality but he cannot deny Aiko's statement as Nimki was high upon the ladder of both physical and personality standards. 

He was still the only one who knows of their relationship. Although, they have not discussed it since Bea threatened him inside of his own home. He swears if it weren't for Nimki he would have a broken nose and a black eye to explain to his fathers. 

"Hey, Jaemin." Aiko called for confirmation. Jaemin blinked as he tried to recall if he'd picked up any of the conversation after he had lost himself in thought. However, no matter how much he blinked he had to admit he heard none of it. Aiko's hopeful face dropped into an annoyed one.

Nimki could only chuckle at him fondly, pinching his cheeks. "Daydreaming were we, Jaeminnie?"

"About Jiho I bet." Aiko grinned with triumph although she was far from the truth. "See, I told you. Jiho is hot."

"Can we just go eat? I'm starving." Bea sighed tiredly, pulling Nimki with her as she stood from the locker. 

Nimki nodded at her with a smile, "Of course. Let's go."

After they were seated in the cafeteria with their lunch, the group of jocks they just so happened to be talking about in the corridor beforehand had came over to their table. Aiko's posture had seemed to straightened as she flicked a lock of her hair behind her shoulder with a heart-stealing smile. 

"How may I help you?" She inquired sweetly. 

"I have a few things in mind." The boy smirked, sitting down beside her. Aiko of course, did not mind in the slightest. 

Nimki gave the rest a friendly smile as they sat down with them at the table. Bea didn't say a thing as she quietly ate her lunch. Jaemin only shuffled over as they filled the seats. 

"Glad to know." Aiko replied as the boy wrapped an arm around her shoulders. 

Jaemin began to eat his lunch like they weren't there. He knew few of them anyways and Jeno had seemed to have left the group since he had last seen them in the hallway a few minutes ago. 

"Hey, sweater sweetheart." He heard someone speak from beside him. 

Turning his head around, he saw a boy facing him with a smile plastered upon his almost too-perfect teeth. "What did you just call me?" Jaemin frowned, not out of offence or annoyance but out of pure curiosity.