one part 2

with a grimace, "we don't love each other hyung! this is absurd, we can still help the huang corp without me marrying him and also! he has been seeing someone secretly and im totally okay with it!" he lost his professionalism in a ditch. truly frustrated from the plan that he never wanted to do.

renjun and him are best friends, and their family took it as an opportunity to let them marry each other to expand their business. cruel isn't it?

"then if that's the case, why don't you hoeing around too? have fun? loosen up and do flings! don't bury yourself from these load of paper works." knocking the pile of papers like he was knocking a wooden door.

jeno exasperatedly sighed till to his content, "i-i... i don't kno... know hyung..." instinctively reached out for the silver bracelet that was keep inside of his table's drawer.

"are you really that desperate to know him, jeno?" taeyong softly asked, concerned at the younger's distress stated.

stealthily shaking his head, "just... just that..." he stopped in the mid-way when he himself don't know what to say. lost at words and unable to think straight.

"why you didn't search for him?"

"i already did hyung but nothing happened." sadness passed throughout his voice, worning out his handsome face. "the owner of the bar didn't let me see the recording inside, he said someone purposely made him delete it."

"that's suspicious." taeyong commented with an arc brow, earning a faint hum from the other. "what's his name again?"

with a hope glint— just a pinch, jeno whipped his head up looking at the standing taeyong. "uh..uhm... jae... jaemin." he utter the words out as he caressed engraved name of the bracelet.

its been five years since that night happen. regret was understatement when jeno couldn't even backtrack everything from that night because of the influenced of the alcohol in his system that time. all he could recall was him and the pink haired guys dancing sensually under the dim lights of the bar and him waking up with terrible headache and a red stain on the bed sheet of their shared room. and the bracelet he kept since then— hoping it would be the reason for him to find the guy.

the facial features of the young man was also blurry —but he told himself that once he saw that familiar blurry pink haired guys, he'll definitely identify him— it wasn't helping at all. he could only give to his detectives about a very (un)useful description of the said man ;

'pink hair that named jaemin.'

and for pete's sake there are a lot of jaemin in seoul.

taeyong unknowingly pity his brother, he was cautious with the choice of words he would spit out. "so... are you... are you still searching for him?" clearly anticipating for the answer.

jeno shook his head, "i stopped a year ago but i think i'm going to search him back this year."

"good luck then."

for real, what's with this guy that never wanted to leave in his system. something that keep on pulling him to the idea of searching that man instead of hoeing around. there's a pit of guiltiness sipping him alive and he didn't know why.

wait, was it because he fucked with a virgin?

note; please to mind the YEAR above to avoid confusion!