<<<Just letting you know that stuff is cracking off in this chapter, get ready>>>

"Baek I'm going to bed now, you should come"

"Okay..." He mumbled.

They both got up together and stumbled to the bedroom. Chanyeol made sure Baekhyun got safely into his own bed before getting in his own.

"Goodnight yeollie" a murmur came from the other side.

"Goodnight Baekkie, sleep well" Chanyeol replied.

•••

Jongins phone was now on the floor. Somehow. He must have dropped it. Although he didn't even realise himself.
Questions raced through his mind. He rummaged around trying to find answered for them.

'What the hell?!'

'What just fricken happened?'

'Who is this?'

'Could it just be a mistake? The wrong number?'

'God I hope so'

'Should I message back, or just leave it'

'I should just say that they must have gotten mixed up'

    [sorry, you must have gotten the wrong number]>

Jongin didn't know why he put sorry, but it felt right.

A few minutes later the person replied.

    <[huh? What are you talking about? Who is this? ]
    <[ oh! Aish! I'm so sorry! I didn't send that I swear! Please Forgive me,                        my friend— he's an idiot— sent that.]
    <[ Im sorry, I would never send that]
    <[ I'm sorry ]

'Woah it looked as if he freaked out more than me'

     [ it's alright, it wasn't your fault I understand. I have a roommate, or should I say roommates, that are both idiots.]>

    <[ ah well again, I apologise. Nice to meet you though, well talk to you. You seem nice.]

Jongin smiled to himself. Awh. Whoever this was—they didn't sound bad or creepy at all.

     [thank you, you do too]>

Jongin waited for a while. Maybe an hour. But after his last message, the stranger didn't reply back. Jongin felt slightly sad that he had left. Or maybe he had fallen asleep? He didn't know. 'Or maybe since he doesn't know me he just doesn't like me?'

'Wait, do I even know it's a he?'

Jongin shook his head and tried to ignore what just happened; he was most likely not to speak to this stranger ever again so...
He just got ready for bed and tucked himself in.

•••

Unfortunately, Minseok lived closer so he had to cut his journey short with Jongdae. It was now really quite dark so they could only just see the path ever so slightly .

"You ought to come in"

"S-sorry?" Jongdae stuttered.

"I said you should come in, surely it's too dark for you too walk now"

"I'm not twelve you know, I'm old enough to walk by myself at night! I know the way so I'm fine, plus I wouldn't want to bother you..."

"I know I know. But I'm older and wiser so I know more about safety. And I say it's not safe so come inside." Minseok winked and began walking towards his house until he spun back round. "And 'bother you'? I wouldn't be asking you if it bothered me Pabo." He carried on towards his house, unlocking his doors once he got their, and stepped inside as if he knew Jongdae would instantly follow. In which he did, near enough.

Jongdae paused before following minseoks steps and slipping inside the house, closing the door behind him. As soon as he turned round, Minseok was leaning against the wall right in front of him.

"Knew you'd follow. " he walked into the kitchen and began making beverages. "So what are you gonna do?"

"Do about what?" Again he followed.

"now that you are here. Since you can't walk home tonight, you'll just have to stay over"

"W-what? I mean— I haven't got anything to sleep in? Never mind to sleep on?! I better just go—"

"No don't leave!" Minseok blurted out but Jongdae was already back out the door. "Aish"
He rushed outside to see Jongdae fast-walk down the path of his house. 'I bet he hates me now'  Minseok though before speeding after him. "Chen! Chen don't leave! Please!"

Jongdae was spun around by minseok; he had grabbed his wrist and yanked it. He felt the force of his pull and as his hand was still attached to his own wrist, he could feel the tight grip Minseok had. Jongdae almost winced. After looking him in the eye, Minseok released his grasp.

"I'm sorry." He apologised looking at Jongdae cupping his wrist. "I-I didn't —"

"Yeah I know." Jongdae said angrily, which surprised both Minseok and his self. "You didn't mean too. I'm going home. It was nice chatting" turning around to leave, he was stopped again by Minseok.

"Aish, Chen, stop please!" Pause. " I wasn't joking about what I said before— it most likely isn't safe"

"I'm fine. I'll just walk fast"

" I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable... Or hurt your wrist... I didn't mean too. I just — I really— " Jongdae properly looked him in the eye again as they made contact. He could see that he was sorry. But that wasn't what he was searching for in minseoks  dark brown eyes. He was searching for what he was going to say. For some reason Jongdae was hoping— hoping for him to say something in particular. But he didn't know what that something was.

Minseok never finished his sentence. He just pushed his hair back as he looked to the sky and sighed. So Jongdae decided to finish it for him.

"I'm sorry too" he mumbled "I've got to get back. See you... Again sometime..." With that he walked off down the lane , into the night.

"See you" Minseok echoed.

•••

After once they agreed to restart, Zitao and Yifan shook hands quickly (although yifan took a while to Agree to that too!). Yifan a hands were slightly bigger than Zitaos and they were... Cold. So very cold. 'Must match his personality then' he thought. They then quietly introduced themselves again, hoping the other two dent hear and think they were mental.
Soon after, it was Yixing and Zitaos time to leave.

They said their goodbyes and left— yifan didn't acknowledge any of them as they did so. Not even a lifeless wave. But what did Zitao expect?

What did he expect?

Yixing and Zitao entered their own home  to see everything how it was before they left. Luhan had disappeared into his room for hours. He wasn't usually  this unsociable. Both of them had the same thought : 'what was he up to ?'

•••

When Kyungsoo got that message off the unknown number, he was 100% confused. But then he read it. He read the message before. That 'Kyungsoo' sent. It all clicked and Kyungsoo became a mixture of furious and worried. Furious with Baekhyun for sending that damn message. And worried about what even the stranger would think of him!

When Baekhyun had asked for his phone earlier today, he was unsure whether to trust him. After ages of him pleading Kyungsoo shoved the phone into baekhyuns hand. He waited a while, trying to loôk over Baekhyuns shoulder to see what he was up to— and this was what he did. He thought it was strangely suspicious that he gave him his phone back with no trace of anything unusual. But apparently it turns out he just texted a stranger saying 'hey Sexy'!

The stranger seemed such a nice person too—why did it have to be them?
Before Kyungsoo could reply to their last message, his phone died.

He was certainly going to kill Baekhyun tomorrow.

•••

"Omo! He actually messaged you! " Baekhyun. Why was he up so early? Or was Jongin just late?

"What are you on about?" Jongin rubbed his eyes as he rolled around and out of his bed. After he adjusted to the light, Jongin saw Baekhyun looking excitedly at something in his hand. It was jongins phone.
"Yah! What are you doing!" He snatched it back and stared at the thing Baekhyun was reading. It was the Unknown messenger.
"wha— who messaged me? Them?" He said said holding up the screen.

Baekhyun nodded enthusiastically. "Who's he Baekhyun? D-do you— you don't  know this guy do you?" Jongin felt his heart beat pick up. He prayed Baekhyun to say no.

"Yeah of cou— wait. You don't know who it is? "

"No. No I don't" Jongin said firmly. " Baekhyun, tell me who messaged me. Now."

"Err.... Hehe " Baekhyun scratched his head before running straight of the room. Jongin was already on his heals; he knew, exactly, that baek would try to run and hide. Jongin grabbed the baekhyuns hood and yanked him back.

"Baek. He said his 'idiot' friend sent that message and not him. And now I have a pretty good idea who that might be." Pause. "It was you wasn't it?"

Baekyun nodded silently. Jongin let go of his jacket " so who's phone did you use? Who supposedly sent that message? Hm? Chen?"

"No"

"Suho?"

"No"

"Then who else— oh."

Baekhyun tried to escape again but slipping away, but Jongin caught his wrists in a firm grip.

" you are kidding me right? Please say it's not him." Baekhyun stared at him in the eyes and guiltily giggled with his rectangle smile as if to say 'haha.. Maybe I did but it was just a joke, let's not kill me okay?' " oh for—!  Aish! hyung why did you do that! Can't you just leave me alone!!" Jongin didn't want to be mad at his Hyung but it all just poured out him. He was only trying to help, Jongin could see that, but he wished he could plan it with Jongin first, instead of making him look like a fool!

Baekhyuns play face had dissappeared; he swallowed his smile and now looked guilty and sad and maybe even a little bit scared. But the another voice appeared.

"Kai?" It was Chanyeol and he looked concerned." Kai calm down" he walked over to the two of them.

"Chanyeol your don't even know what he's done so just shut up"

"Kai don't shout at Chanyeol he hasn't done anything." Jongin ignored him and watched Chanyeol come closer towards them. 

Chanyeol slowly approached them and held both of their arms where Jongin had a hold of Baekhyun. He could feel him slightly tugging on jongins arm trying to pull him off.
He looked Baekhyun in the eye before speaking.

"Jongin" you knew it was serious when Chanyeol said his real name. "Let go of Baekhyun. You're going to hurt him."

'Is he fricken serious! That's all he cares about isn't it? Baekhyun.' Rage built up inside of him.

"Do none of you, ever think about me ?! About what I'm feeling?! Seriously!"

"Kai—"

"Chanyeol, that's all you care about isn't it? Baekhyun. Baekhyun Baekhyun Baekhyun. 'Baekkie' 'baek' 'bacon'. I'm not fricken surprised if you are in love with him. Did you not realise that I see all your little— little looks and all that crap. Oh and I did see you two sleeping together so I know there's something going on so don't tell me otherwise. You look at him like he's the only goddamn star in the sky. I can see it you know. All the time." not once did the glare between Chanyeol and Jongin break. Chanyeol looked as if he was about to break. To snap. His hands and lip was trembling.  Jongin knew that he was revealing something he shouldn't whether it's true or not. And it was hurting  Yeol. But it didn't stop.

"C-Chanyeol .." Baekhyun turned to look at Chanyeol but he couldn't bare to look into his puopy eyes "w-what is he saying?.." He croaked

Jongin didn't wait. Words came spelling out "However there's clearly not enough room for me is there? Because you don't realise how much idiotic things you two do— and maybe it's to try and help me god knows what! But instead it makes me look like the fool. You two just sit happily on the other side giggling and probably staring into each other's eyes until you fall asleep."

Chanyeol wanted to speak. But he couldn't move like Jongin had cast a spell on him. Jongin now focused back on Baekhyun.

"So, does ky—" like it was poison to say his name he stopped. " does K-kyungsoo know, as well, that you texted me? Or not?"

"No. H-he doesn't know."

"Good. Don't tell him that it's me. He doesn't have to know." Jongin had calmed down a fraction, enough to finally let go of baekhyuns wrist. Baek pulled his arm to himself and held his wrists where a slight red mark stood out. Chanyeol unfroze suddenly and attended to Baekhyun, asking him if he was okay, but after realising what he was doing and what had just been said by Jongin, he backed up from him, pretending to act natural.

"D-don't worry I won't tell him. I'm sorry"

Jongin needed to cool off , he sighed and turned away, not wanted to carry this conversation otherwise hell physically breakdown.
Seconds later he felt another hand on his shoulder, tapping him. As he turned around, he heard Baekhyun in the back shout before everything went fuzzy and black. He heard his own weight fall to the floor with a thud.

The last image jongin saw was the faint sight of Chanyeol standing above him, his hand in a fist.

Then nothing. Everything went dark.