All Chapters of PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

CHAPTER 171Liam blinked, the rigid Captain armor cracking just a fraction as pure, unadulterated confusion took over. "Marcus? What the hell are you doing here?"Marcus let out a soft, flat scoff. "Ouch. But I should probably be asking you two that, considering I just got a text message from Coach saying my top line is currently having a silent standoff and he needs someone to act as the fun, insulating glue for the press so you don't scare off every potential scout in the building."Marcus threw his hands up slightly, shaking his head. "I had to pause my very important mid-day sleep schedule to come out here and save face for you two babies in front of the international cameras."Liam let out a breath, rubbing a hand across his forehead. "I'm sorry, man. Really. We've got it totally covered, you don't need to babysit us. You can just catch an Uber back—""You got it? you two?" Marcus interrupted, his dark eyes snapping back and forth between them. He gestured sharply to the empty s

CHAPTER 173The driver pulled the heavy grey SUV up to the curb just outside the glass entrance of the neutral media center downtown. Across the street, local news vans and broadcast trucks were already parked, their dish antennas gleaming under the afternoon sun.Before either of them could reach for the door handle, Marcus snapped his fingers loudly in the middle seat, spinning around to face Liam and Raphael."Alright, hold on. Rule check before we step out into enemy territory," Marcus warned, pointing a sharp finger back and forth between them. "Coach told me to step in and take the lead if shit seems to be getting sideways. He gave me a very specific brief on how we're handling this, and since I just played free group therapist in a moving vehicle, you two are going to listen to me."Liam adjusted the collar of his team jacket, sitting up straight. There was no arguing with their therapist. "We're listening.""Number one," Marcus said, holding up a finger. "No answering question

CHAPTER 175The heavy glass doors of the media center burst open, and the world devolved into a nightmare of blaring shouts, and blinding white light.Security guards surged forward instantly, their thick shoulders and heavy jackets forming an aggressive wedge against the mob. "Keep moving! Back up! Clear the lane!" the lead guard bellowed, throwing his forearm out to physically block a reporter who lunged forward with a camera shoved so close it nearly clipped Liam’s chin.The shutter clicks sounded like a firing squad in rapid succession.Liam didn't feel his boots hitting the concrete. His limbs felt hollow, floating on pure, surging adrenaline as he was shoved forward by the momentum of the guards. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to hide, to crawl back into the dark, but there was nowhere to go."Get in! Get in right now!" Marcus barked, his voice cracking with unmasked panic as he wrenched open the side door of their team SUV and physically pulled Liam into the leather bac

CHAPTER 177Inside the office, the silence following Liam’s single, quiet word hung like a heavy, suffocating shroud.The red-headed PR manager didn't flinch. She didn't drop her pen, her face didn't soften with an ounce of sympathy, and her pulse didn't even skip a beat. She simply tapped her tablet screen, her manicured fingers moving across her digital keyboard with cold, calculated efficiency."Okay," she said smoothly, her tone entirely clinical, as if they were discussing quarterly budget spreadsheets or equipment costs. "I've heard what you said, Liam. But our official stance as a franchise is going to be that the image is a malicious, AI-generated deepfake created by an unverified third party attempting to sabotage team morale and destroy player focus hours before the showcase."Coach let out a long, heavy breath, turning away from the window with a slow, decisive nod. "Yeah. That makes sense. That really makes sense right now. We don't need any negative press dragging down t

CHAPTER 179A few minutes later, the low, steady rumble of an engine echoed down the ramp of the VIP loading bay.The headlights of Marcus’s SUV swept across the concrete pillars as he pulled right up beside them. The passenger door unlocked with a sharp click, and Marcus leaned across the center console, calling out, "Get in, get in before someone drops a drone down here!"Liam didn't waste a second. He slipped into the backseat, and Raphael slid right in beside him, pulling the heavy door shut behind them.As soon as Marcus shifted into drive and steered them out onto the street toward the residential complex, he reached over to the dashboard. With a quick tap of the touchscreen, the dead silence of the car was suddenly obliterated by a high-energy, pulsing beat—blasting "Run BTS" by BTS through the speakers.Liam blinked, staring blankly at the dash as the heavy electronic beat and fast rap lines vibrated through the leather seats. He slowly turned his head to look at the front sea