Danger. A Closed Forest | Stray Kids

10. CRAZY

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Minho sat down next to the bush, watching Jisung speak happily to Seungmin. They giggled and smiled, as if they were telling hilarious stories, and Minho involuntarily felt the warm flame igniting inside him at the sight of such a radiant face of the younger, but when Seungmin embraced the chocolate-haired, an unconscious snarl escaped his throat. However, black onay did not expect to cross his eyes with Kim. Taken aback, he rose to four feet without interrupting intense eye contact. However, when Seungmin's lips landed on Jisung's neck, he couldn't stand it. His possessiveness won, and he bounced strongly off the ground. Anger ignited the blood in his veins, making it boil, burning his skin. He bared his teeth, ready to attack.

Suddenly a wave of realization hit him, like two silver balls that one day before, strongly and spontaneously, making him realize that he was not allowed to go outside Yellow Wood. His front paw was behind the line and after a while he slowly put her in a safe place, inspecting the object of his aggression with fury. Seungmin staggered back two steps as Jisung pushed him away, but the winning smile towards Minho did not leave his lips. Minho was sure he couldn't let him touch his Jisung.

- Are you crazy?! - Jisung hissed, putting both hands on his friend's torso to push him away. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, and after a moment he grabbed a burning place on his neck. - The heck, Seungmin. Why did you bite me?

- I don't know what you mean - Seungmin shrugged, then looked towards Minho one last time. He barely raised a corner of his mouth, then went towards the door to his house, waving to an irritated peer - Be careful on the way. You don't want to be attacked by another vampire.

- Dumbass! - Han shouted, giving his snickering friend an angry look, then turned back over his shoulder and nervously, with a heavy steps, quickly walked away from Kim. He didn't understand what was going on in his head. He just bit his neck and stared somewhere behind Jisung all the time. What if he saw a wolf? Even so, who gave him the right to bite me?

After coming back home, the eighteen-years-old ruffled his hair with frustration and (still feeling painful throbbing where Seungmin bit him) went to the kitchen. He took something to disinfect and a plaster. After that, he sat at the kitchen Island in order to take care of the wound. He looked at his palm and grimaced, seeing a bit of crimson liquid decorating his skin. – Couldn't be harder, jackass?

- What couldn't be harder? – Han Jikyul came to the room, startling Jisung who put his hand over his heart. The father snickered, seeing how easily his son gets scared, after that he shot him an intrigued look, eyeing all the pulled out things laying on the counter-top. – What happened? Did you cut yourself?

- Seungmin decided to be a vampire – Jisung huffed, rolling his eyes, when his dad at the spite of a second was by his side with a poker face examining his neck. His smart eyes were burning holes in the younger, which was eaten by more and more nerves. – Something wrong, dad?

- Seungmin bit you? – Jikyul asked coldly, his breath sent a shiver down Jisung's spine and the gloomy look caused goose bumps on his skin. The last time he saw his father like this was when he wanted to go in to the forest. Jisung nodded his head hesitantly and swallowed loudly. – Don't meet with him anymore.

- What? Dad, it was just a joke. He didn't want to hurt me – Jisung laughed awkwardly and was waving his arms to lighten the situation a little but the sternness in the elder Han's voice, made it impossible to keep calm, and sweat showed on his palms and temples slowly.

- I said - he took a dramatic break, continuing to stare with his cold pupils at his panicked son and pressing gauze soaked in disinfectant at the wound, for which Jisung hissed, squinting one eye. - Do not. Meet. With. Seungmin. Anymore.

- W-why? - The younger whispered after a long break, his head still hanging down and his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Jikyul was just sticking gauze to his neck with four patches, sticking the tip of his tongue out in concentration. - Why can't I meet him? What's wrong with that, he bit me as a joke?! - Jisung looked up, shouting at his father, who looked back slightly in surprise.

- Don't shout at me, Jisung - elder Han's tone was low but calm, he didn't want to quarrel or anger him. - You don't need to know.

- But I want to! Every time you say "don't do this", "don't do that", "don't go into the forest", "don't meet Seungmin", you even told me to burn mum's photos! - Jisung kept his tone high, letting his emotions free. His whites were slowly covering with red spider webs, like lines marking roads on the map, and the hot tears lurking behind his eyelids threaten to fall. - It hurts. It hurts when you never tell me anything. You don't t trust me, do you?

- It's not like that -

- Like what, then?! - his voice broke and a bump hard to swallow formed in his throat. - He is my friend, dad. Don't take him away from me.

- Jisung, please - Jikyul put a hand on his shoulder, eyeing the whole room chaotically, as if looking for the right words in paintings hanging on the walls or flowers decorating window sills. - Seungmin hurt you and will do it more than once -

- You don't know it -

- I know. I know that very well. I deal with people like him very often - elder Han gave him a miserable smile, hoping it would somehow help him ease the situation, but Jisung seemed more angry.

- What does "like him" mean? Just don't say he is a vampire, 'cause I'm not gonna believe it - Jisung sounded hopeless, as if he could barely control his voice. His eyes glazed more and more, and his head hung down sadly again.

- I will tell you, but not yet, just trust me, Jisung - Jikyul carefully embraced the small, shaky body of the eighteen-year-old and that was enough for a quiet sob to echo through the kitchen. He patted his back reassuringly as his son tightened his small fists on the material of his sweatshirt and buried his nose in the hollow of the elder's neck. - I'll take you with me when the worst time passes, then you'll find out everything, but please skip it for at least the next week.

Jisung couldn't make any senseful sentences. He only soaked his father's arm and shot awkward syllables, not feeling able to delve further into the subject.