PUCKING MY ROOMMATE 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

CHAPTER 141Raphael froze, his hand hovering an inch from the heavy metal door handle.He turned around slowly, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth groaned under the pressure."Stop playing stupid fucking games, Alex," Raphael snarled, his voice a low, lethal vibration in the freezing air.Alex didn't flinch. He just threw his head back and laughed—a bitter, mocking sound that echoed off the concrete walls of the arena's parking lot."It's not a game, Raph!" Alex taunted, taking a unsteadily swaying step forward, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead. "It's the truth! Look at you! You're standing out here freezing, running errands for him like a damn dog, while he sits inside where it's warm! Is that what you are to him? His shameful little secret?!"Don't do it, Raphael warned himself, his fists balling tightly in his coat pockets. Do not fall into the viper's trap. He wants you to lose it. He wants a show.For a split second, a tiny, toxic seed of doubt tried to

CHAPTER 143The screech of Alex’s tires echoed down the street, fading into the distance until the parking lot fell dead silent.Raphael stood shivering in the biting wind, his split knuckles dripping fresh blood onto his boots, his chest heaving. Beside him, Liam felt like the ground beneath his feet was caving in.Marcus slowly turned around, adjusting his collar, his expression totally unreadable."Marcus..." Liam started, his throat so dry it felt like sandpaper. "Marcus, look, I can explain—""It wasn't his fault!" Raphael blurted out instantly, stepping in front of Liam, his raw hands clenching into trembling fists. "It was me. I forced this. I... I made him—"Marcus paused, looking at Raphael with a flat, deeply unimpressed brow. "You made him what? You made the straight guy gay? What are you, Raphael, some kind of witch or wizard of oz?"Raphael blinked, entirely thrown off. "Uhm...I... I don't know—""Marcus, please," Liam cut in, stepping past Raphael, his voice tight with a

CHAPTER 145The apartment was dark when they came in after the day's work.Liam tossed his keys toward the kitchen counter, heard them miss and clatter onto the hardwood floor, and didn't even bother turning around to pick them up. He just walked straight into the living room, dropped heavily onto the worn leather couch, and buried his face in his hands.His head was throbbing with a dull, persistent ache that sat right behind his eyes. Every single muscle in his neck and shoulders felt pulled tight and knotted up from the adrenaline crash.Behind him, Raph kicked off his boots by the front door, the heavy thud of them hitting the mat followed by the quiet rasp of his jacket zipper. He walked over in his socks, completely calm and silent. He didn't sit down on the other end. He just laid straight down on the cushions, dropping his head right onto Liam’s lap.Liam pulled his hands away from his face, looking down at him. Raph’s eyes were closed, his jaw relaxed, his long frame heavy an

CHAPTER 147 The front door hadn't even latched shut behind Marcus before he was tossing two greasy brown bags of takeout onto the coffee table and cracking open a six-pack with his teeth. "Home sweet home!" Marcus announced, kicking off his sneakers right in the middle of the entryway and striding into the living room like he owned the place. "Alright, lovers. Where’s the bottle opener, and where are we sitting for this official tribunal?" Liam stood in the kitchen doorway, holding three glasses, already feeling a headache coming on behind his eyes. I should have locked the deadbolt, Liam thought, watching Marcus flop onto the far edge of the sectional like he was settling in for a movie marathon. I should have told him the apartment was being fumigated. Raphael came out of the hallway, wearing a relaxed black hoodie and gray sweatpants, his hair still slightly damp from his post-practice shower at home. He didn't look bothered at all. In fact, he looked entirely too amused,

Chapter 149The voice was cold, sharp, and cut through the thick bass of the bar like a blade through ice.Both Raph and Celine's heads whipped toward the narrow restroom hallway.Liam was standing there. His posture was rigid, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle was twitching in his cheek, his blue eyes dark with a sudden, blazing heat.What the hell is she doing touching him? Liam’s brain screamed, his pulse instantly hammering in his ears like a war drum. Her hand was literally on his chest. Who the fuck is she?!Liam didn't even pause to calculate the risk. Every logical, cautious, captain-brain instinct he had built up over years of hiding completely short-circuited. All he saw was her hand on Raph, and his body acted on pure, unfiltered territorial instinct.Liam strode over, stepping directly into the tight space between Raph and Celine. He didn't just stand near Raph—he pressed his back almost flush against Raph's chest, physically blocking Celine out, effectively turning his b