what do you want?! [Seungmin X OC]

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I walk down his block, laughing as I took each step, then stepped foot into his yard, then to his doorstep, then rang his door bell.

he opens the door, his pale skin sweating; it looks as if he was working out.

"hello." I smile sweetly, then bow.

"oh..hi." he greets me, "why are you here..?"

"I just.. wanted to tell you something." I say, he lets me inside.

"here, sit. I'll make you some tea." he says.

I slip off my shoes and hang my coat, then sit on the couch, "thank you." I say politely.

he goes into the kitchen, and within ten minutes he comes back with a tray with two cups and a tea pot filled with steaming green tea.

"what was it you wanted to discuss?" he asks curiously.

"well.. it's just.. the relationship between Jeongin, Seungmin, and i." I say.

"mmm... what about it?" he asks me.

"things are complicated between Seungmin and i." I say.

"no duh," he drinks his tea, "you're literally planning to bring hell fire upon him and willing to watch him suffer."

"ehe," i chuckle, "yeah.."

"so, what about it?" he asks me.

"can you... can you tell him to... not contact me anymore?" I ask.

"who? you're stating two boys here, Jeongin and Seungmin. which pretty boy?" he jokes.

"S-Seungmin.." I stutter.

"isn't that a shame," he sips his tea, "a good friendship gone to waste."

"y-yeah.." I stutter.

"why so?" he asks.

"because.. he's interrupting what Jeongin and I have.." I say.

"or is it because he played you?" he asks me.

"L-look.." I say, "I'm only here because-"

"I know what you came here to do." he says, "and if you think you can just come into my house and expect to kill me easily... well I've got something up my sleeve for you."

"what are you going to do? hit me?" I ask.

"no, I don't put my hands on women." he says, "or are you really even a human for doing such things and going at extreme levels?"

"I don't know, am I?" I question myself.

"listen." he says, "I'll tell Seungmin for you. but I know what you're here for and you're using that as an excuse."

"ugh.." I eye roll, "your such a pain in the ass for a victim."

"tch," he eye rolls, "victim? you're the one in my house."

"so?!" I yell.

"listen. you're not gonna kill me." he eye rolls, "and you're not gonna hurt me either."

"how?" I ask, "who says I don't have a weapon on me at this very moment?"

"even if you did kill me you wouldn't get away with it. your hair, DNA, and finger prints are here." he laughs.

"you're interesting.." I say.

"mhm." he smirks, "whats so interesting about me?"

"your not like the others.." I smile.

"oh?" he asks, coming closer to me.

"yes.." I say, "you connect clues and stuff together... leading me to worry.."

we get closer and closer to each other, and our faces become inches away from each other.

"you know," I say, "I've never tried dyed."

"and I've never tried anyone." he smirks.

he cups my face sweetly, our lips brush off of each others.

his lips dance on mines, moving in sync and we kiss.

I've been thinking lately... what I did to Seungmin and them was wrong...going out of my way just to ruin his life for something he never did?

he visited me the other day.

[Flashback]

"Jinsi this needs to stop." Seungmin tells me.

"What?" I ask cluelessly.

"what your doing is wrong. why are you doing this for?" he asks me.

"because-"

"I never did anything to you. that was back then. I have nothing to do with your brothers death. I was just close friends with him." he says, "Stop thinking I murdered him and..get some help."

"what do you mean?" I ask, panicking.

"you need some mental help. you're getting out of hand." he says, "you should be lucky I haven't called the cops on you."

"wh-why didn't you do it then?" I ask.

"because.. I know you can't control yourself. but it's getting out of hand. I'm done giving you chances." he says, "you're trying to ruin everything for what? you're not getting anything out of it."

"b-but-"

"call me back when you're mentally stable."

[End of flashback]

I sigh, maybe what I did really was wrong.

I get a phone call from the neurologist.

"hello?" I ask.

"Jinsi... I think there was a misunderstanding.." he tells me.

"hm? what do you mean?" I ask.

"You... don't Schizophrenia." he tells me.

"oh?" I ask, "s-seriously?"

"yes." he says.

"S-so your telling me... I took pills for nothing?" I ask.

"sadly, yes. but you have BPD." he says.

"bpd?" I ask, "whats that?"

"borderline personality disorder." he says.

"oh..." I say, "I see."

"i'm sorry that we didn't do good enough at prescribing you, but we knew that you weren't normal. the signs were obviously there." he tells me.

"oh.."