Obsessed [Editing]

Chapter 8

Seonghwa jolted awake. He instantly noticed how sweaty he was and how hard his heart was.

Another nightmare.

They started again a few weeks ago after he had hurt Hongjoong. He still held so much guilt for that. He doesn't know how to deal with his anger when Hongjoong says mean things to him. It upsets him a lot. He wished Hongjoong would understand.

Slowly sitting up, Seonghwa found his eyes drifting over to the sleeping figure whose back was facing him. He didn't realise that Hongjoong was awake; he was lying so still that Seonghwa wouldn't know he was conscious. Hongjoong felt the bed move and the soft footsteps leading into the bathroom where the door was closed.

The phone.

Hongjoong remembered Seonghwa placing his phone on his bedside table last night before they went to sleep and it seems he forgot to hide it because that wasn't the usual place it was left. Hongjoong shocked himself with how quickly he rolled over and pulled up the blindfold. Sitting up, his eyes locked onto the phone left face down on the table and he felt a nervous sick feeling sitting in his stomach as he reached over to grab it.

He wasn't sure how long Seonghwa would be in the bathroom. Anyway, he needed to move quickly in case he suddenly walked out. He didn't know what Seonghwa would do if he caught him with his phone.

Pressing the button on the side, the phone didn't do anything so he held it down. Nothing. The phone didn't turn on.

"No, no, no, why?" Hongjoong whispered and he felt his eyes growing watery.

He squeezed them causing the tears to run down his cheeks and he leaned the top of the phone against his forehead. He felt so angry, so emotional and fed up with being here in this apartment.

It had been almost three months and Hongjoong was actually considering taking his own life because he couldn't do it anymore.

A sudden rage filled him and he angrily threw the phone at the bathroom door, creating a loud bang from the contact. He didn't care if he broke it, it wasn't his phone and Seonghwa had done the same thing to him a few months ago anyway.

Seonghwa was startled when he heard a loud bang on the other side of the bathroom door, so he opened it to see what the hell it was and looked at the ground where his phone was with a large crack through the screen. His head raised to Hongjoong lying on his side with his blindfold pulled up to his forehead, crying into the pillow he was clutching. Seonghwa crouched, picked up the phone and flipped it over to inspect the back. He turned it around as he stood up.

"Did you throw my phone?" he calmly asked, looking up at the bed where an upset Hongjoong was lying.

"Oh, what do you think, you fucking idiot?! Yes, I did!" Hongjoong snapped.

Seonghwa sighed at his attitude. In the few weeks that passed, Hongjoong was getting meaner and Seonghwa was starting to dislike it. A lot. He was acting like a teenager going through puberty and Seonghwa was coming very close to putting him in his place. He will not put up with this behaviour.

"Hongjoong, I am not putting up with your attitude. Drop it," Seonghwa's voice lowered on the last two words. "And pull your blindfold down."

He turned back into the bathroom, the door slamming a little loudly which startled Hongjoong and he glared at it.

"Fuck off," Hongjoong muttered and pulled the blindfold down.

His ears tuned in to the thing he could hear; the shower, the faint dripping coming from the tap in the kitchen, his light breathing, the beating of his heart. Hongjoong then thought about how he was feeling. He was angry; angry because he was still in this place and the phone didn't turn on. Upset; because he wanted to see Tyler and he was homesick. Hate towards Seonghwa for keeping him here because he "loved" him. Hongjoong was mentally tired; tired of Seonghwa's moods and how he couldn't see what he was doing was wrong.