exoTheUnfairClub

Entering the room, he frowned and sat on the sofa.

Bian Baekhyun poured a glass of water and handed it to him, but Wu Shixun didn't answer it, but put his arms around his shoulders, and buried half of his face in the other's neck.

After Kim Jong-in's pressing step by step just now, Wu Shixun heard every word of the plan that Bian Baek-hyun did not tell him, whether it was "changing the dynasty" or fully assisting Shuangjin, what he knew, most of which he didn't know, finally the truth Great white.

If it was someone else who told him the truth, Wu Shixun might calmly reply to him with a few high-sounding "I will definitely believe him" and "It's because we are so close that I don't ask anything about him".

But this person is Kim Jong-in, the Kim Jong-in who once occupied an important position beside Baekhyun.

With a tolerant attitude, he never asked about those vague plans that were hidden from him.Because he believed that Bian Baekhyun would do his best, but thinking that Bian Baekhyun would not look for him immediately after something happened, but would ask Kim Jong-in instead. Oh Se-hoon's pride could always be defeated in front of Kim Jong-in.

Like heterosexual love, same-sex love requires a leader and a follower. Wu Shixun never thought of being the leader, but being passive to this point is a reality he doesn't want to admit.

He didn't want to ask Baekhyun the childish question of "why can't you belong to me completely" with this.

But he always knew that Bian Baekhyun was permeating him with such cruel words as "Wu Shixun, you need to be more mature" and "I thought you had grown up".

This seed has taken root in Wu Shixun's heart since a long time ago, and he couldn't tell himself frankly that Baekhyun really loves him.

Whether his temptation is good or cautious, it is not so much a trick for Baekhyun to let him step into his own trap, it is better to say that he is begging the other party to turn around and give him a look.

So what if they were indeed together?So what if he hugs Byun Baekhyun right now?

The place in Bian Boxian's heart must not be him, nor Kim Jong-in.

From the beginning to the end, no one can stand side by side with Baekhyun.

And in the future, there will never be such a person again.

He has gone too far, no matter whether it is Oh Se-hoon, who is still naive, or Kim Jong-in, who has grasped the lifeline of Byun Baekhyun, they cannot be by his side.Or rather they couldn't catch up to him.

Wu Shixun could do nothing about it, and held on to a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps sensing his depression, Bian Baekhyun pulled out his arms and pressed his head into his arms.

"sorry."

Yes, Bian Baekhyun is the one who should say sorry the most. He has concealed so much from Wu Shixun, but he doesn't explain a single word. Instead, he tries to cover up his fault with silence.

But what can I say?

He's the one who shouldn't say sorry.

Wu Shixun tried his best to suppress the humble sob in his heart, and hugged Bian Baekhyun again.

He inserted his fingers into each other's hair forcefully, as if in this way, they could maintain this fragile balance forever.

"Song Ping? Are you in?" Jin Junmian stood outside the bathroom door and knocked.

"Here...wait a minute." Song Ping quickly jumped into the bathtub, before taking off his clothes, he turned on the hot water.

Kim Junmyeon's voice pierced through the rising fog: "Just to tell you that Zhong Dae fell asleep in my room with Kyungsoo, and I will sleep with you tonight."

Song Ping paused for a moment with his hand to untie his trouser chain, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something, he cleared his throat and replied, "Okay."

The area under him soon became weak, he took a hasty shower, and walked out in a bathrobe and slippers.

Do Kyungsoo was lying on the sofa tossing an apple to play, seeing Song Ping frowning, he explained: "Zhong Da slept too early and no one chatted with me, so I came to see you two for a while."

"You're not in a good mood? Did something happen?" Jin Junmian opened a bottle of wine and sat next to Song Ping.

In an instant, thousands of words were pouring out and wanted to blurt out, Song Ping tried hard to sort out his thoughts, and the first thing he asked was: "Are there many homosexuals in University S?"

He forgot that his sister was about to get divorced, and he forgot the bad words "I don't want to be a poor person anymore" that he blurted out. He only remembered that Park Chanyeol grabbed Zhang Yixing's waist and fucked him hard.

Jin Junmian paused while pouring the wine, pretending to be casual and asked, "Why did you remember to say this?"

Song Ping didn't know what to say for a while, but when he saw Do Kyungsoo sat up interested, he said, "It's nothing, I just watched a gay documentary on TV for a while."

"Hmm... It's not so much homosexuality, it's better to say that there are more people who like to play with the same sex." Do Kyungsoo interjected.

These words reminded Song Ping of the senior who was kneeling in the bathroom of the pub and courting two men.Physiological nausea welled up in his throat again, and he took a big gulp of wine to suppress the fishy smell.

"It may be due to the nature of S. Fearing the power of the family, even if they see who is playing with whom, no one will tell." Jin Junmian put two ice cubes in the quilt for him: "After all Nobody wants to get in trouble."

Song Ping opened his mouth, seeing Zhang Yixing's pink back under the temptation of sex.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Jin Zhongren seemed to have healed the injury on his face, and walked in holding a bottle of strong whiskey.

Probably because of the tacit understanding among the few people, no one asked what happened to the bruise at the corner of Kim Jong In's mouth and the gauze on his cheeks, but Do Kyungsoo roughly pulled out the whiskey in his arms and replaced it with a glass of juice: " It’s not honest to be injured!”

Jin Zhongren shrugged indifferently, looked at Jin Junmian, and repeated the question just now.

"Let's talk about the homosexuality of S University." Song Ping said calmly.

He seemed a little surprised, and moved to Song Ping's side in a cheap way: "Why, who did you find?"

Song Ping avoided Jin Zhongren's hot breath awkwardly, and pretended to smile casually: "I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you."

"I believe what you say. We will spread it internally and never disclose it to the outside world."

He seemed to have forgotten Jin Junmian's warning, and licked his chapped lips: "Park Chanyeol...and Brother Yixing."

"Oh, stop making trouble, how could it be possible for the two of them, you don't know how many girlfriends Park Chanyeol has had." Jin Zhongren stretched his waist and collapsed on the sofa.

"That's right, it's all right to tell us this, and others will definitely laugh at you if you tell us."

Song Ping looked at the way they were trying to break the topic, and felt a little dazed, and his mind was intertwined with the appearance of those two and the senior who was raped: "Don't you think homosexuality is disgusting?"

"What about you? Do you feel sick?"

Under Do Kyungsoo's gaze, Song Ping nodded heavily: "Disgusting, very disgusting."

Jin Junmian smiled, and chatted with Jin Zhongren next to him about the activities of S University in the next semester. Song Ping tried to join the discussion, but he was always absent-minded.

When they were not paying attention, they gently touched their ears.

Just now when counting down to the New Year's Eve, the ear that was kissed by Jin Zhongda still seemed to have the warmth of that person.

There is only one wall between Song Ping's room and the two connected suites, which were blocked by a screen as high as the wall, but the voice came clearly.

The structure of this room is special, and it is not easy for guests to reserve it.Song Ping didn't know this, but those of them who came to NYC for a few days every year knew it clearly.

Park Chanyeol smiled sarcastically, hugged Zhang Yixing, who was pale, in his arms, and mouthed to the equally disappointed Jin Zhongda: "You lost."

Morning light outside the window.

A new day, a new year has come.

It looks like all the sins of the past year, all the mistakes can be forgiven.

Like rebirth.

The ringtone of Bian Boxian's cell phone broke the silence. He broke free from Wu Shixun's arms, swiped open the screen and connected the call: "Mother..."

"Good job, my good son," the person on the other end of the phone smiled, but with a cold expression: "You can come back and have a showdown with me."

CH27

The plane hovered over NYC, and the most prosperous city in the world gradually woke up.

People took to the streets with expectations and joy for the new year, but they never knew how many stories happened in the long dark night just spent.

Baekhyun watched the earth get farther and farther away from him as the plane tilted.

During these few hours, he can temporarily escape from this troublesome planet, and stay quietly in this iron box, ignoring anyone.

The clouds overlapped, and the pink light golden sunlight shone beautifully on Bian Baekhyun's side face, and the young girl sitting next to him blushed.

But the protagonist still leans on the back of the chair absent-mindedly, enjoying the last bit of silence.

Three hours ago, Baekhyun hung up the phone, told Jin Junmian that he had left beforehand, and left the hotel under Wu Shixun's complicated gaze.

Sitting in the taxi, Bian Boxian turned his head and saw Wu Shixun hesitated to speak, but did not make any move to keep him.

Perhaps Wu Shixun has matured a bit.

Thinking this way, he received the second call from the director who was hiding in the Bian family as a staff officer.

Bian Boxian withdrew his thoughts, and Wu Shixun's appearance was quickly forgotten by him.

The winter in Seoul is much colder than that of City S. Bian Boxian left the customs and found the housekeeper who came to pick him up.

The old man has been taking care of Bian Boxian since he was a child, and the confrontation between Bian's mother and son this time made the old man's eyes complicated.

Bian Boxian nodded to the butler, until the car drove back to Bian's house, neither of them said a word.

Baekhyun walked by the side of the road from the gate to his mother's study many times.