The View// JeongChan FF

16. Uncertain

Innie came back looking as pale as a ghost and sat down next to me, with his hands clasped firmly together in his lap. The cafeteria was buzzing with noise, but the only thing I could hear, was the screaming of his soul. Something had just devastated his world.

"I was just about to eat your food." Changbin said, clearly not registering there was something wrong here. Jeongin pushed his uneaten food towards Binnie and rubbed his face as he let out a loud, shaky sigh.

"Everything OK Innie?" I put my arm around his shoulder lightly and watched his face screw up. I gently ran my thumb down his sharp jawline waiting for him to speak.

"I have a girlfriend." He stated flatly. All of us audibly gasped, and I searched his face for answers. The ones I desperately wanted. He had told me repeatedly he wasn't into Cherry, and I thought the night we had spent together meant something. I removed my arm from him and slowly began packing up my things. I needed to be anywhere but here. Before I lost my cool.

"I'll catch you guys later." I stood and began walking away, ignoring their protests. How could I be so stupid? The feelings I had for Jeongin were just some silly crush. I could move on. At least that's what I wanted to believe.

I stood in the empty bathroom slammed my already bloody fist against the wall again. What was happening? In the past forty eight hours my life had been flipped upside down. Everything I had thought I knew was false. Now I was in deep for some stupid kid who had just decided he didn't want me. The smooth cold tile was coming loose from the force my angry fist had exerted on it.

"You ok?" Minho's soft voice drifted into my ears. I hadn't heard him enter, but I was so wrapped up in my feelings I wasn't surprised. I frowned and folded my arms across my toned chest, not wanting him to see the extent of the emotions I had been punching the wall about. His eyes moved to my biceps as they often did. He often stared at my arms as they bulged against the tight fitting shirt I wore.

"Peachy keen." I murmured unenthusiastically.

"Something is off with you, it's not just this Jeongin thing. What's going on Hyung?" He asked as he leaned against the door to deny anyone else entry. His casual stance put me on edge despite its friendly appearance. He was fishing for something.

"Nothing. I've got a lot on my mind Min. I'll be fine." I murmured. I knew it was a lie and he did too but what else could I do? It's not like Jeongin would magically break up with Cherry for me, and I couldn't change anything else that had happened, so what was the use in whining?

"Well I'm here if you need to talk ok?" He offered kindly as he placed his warm hand on my shoulder. I rested mine on top of it and forced a smile. The walk home with Jeongin was going to be agonising today.

He was stood with his hands in his pockets, kicking the toe of his sneaker against the ground gently. I prepared myself as I approached the handsome, worried boy in front of me.

"Ready?" I asked as I slowed in front of him. He began strolling behind me but didn't say a word. He was absorbed deep in his own world. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and stared straight ahead, as I watched other noisy, excited students dispersing, laughing and joking about their fun days at school. Mine had been anything but.

"Hyung," his voice startled me slightly, as he broke the uncomfortable silence clouding the air between us. I waited for him to continue. "미안해(I'm sorry)." He said quietly.

"For what Innie? There's nothing to be sorry for. If you're happy, I'm happy." I forced an unnatural smile onto my face, and he huffed slightly.

"Can I come over tonight?" He requested quietly. I stopped in my tracks and span around to face him. I raised an eyebrow at him. I wanted to tell him no. I wanted to scream it at him. I needed space, but I couldn't deny him. I had never been able to. I rubbed my face and placed my hands on his broad shoulders as I shook him slightly.

"Innie, what is going on?" I asked. He refused to let his eyes meet mine and continued staring down at the floor as he toyed with his fingers.

"Nothing Hyung. I just wanted to hang out with you. I wanted to talk to you." He murmured awkwardly as he shifted his weight uncomfortably between his feet, and used his shoe to scratch his leg.

"About what Innie?" I asked as I moved his hair from his eyes. He turned his head to avoid my stare, revealing the sharp jawline he possessed and his lips trembled as he pouted.

"Everything. I'm scared." He whispered. I frowned and immediately placed my arms around his torso. I pulled him into a tight hug and held his head firmly against my shoulder. He was shaking slightly and I realised something must be horrifically wrong for him to be like this. Innie was never afraid.

"Let's go." I whispered as I took his hand in mine. I began dragging him down the bustling street behind me. I knew Jeongin well enough to know he was going to get emotional. He would hate himself if he did it in public.

I dragged him straight to my room. I closed and locked the door. His body practically fell into mine as he failed to control himself. He was shaking like the most delicate leaf and I could feel the hurt and anger radiating from him.

"I hate her." I was shocked at his words and began picking at the dead skin on my lips with my teeth. My head was racing with a million thoughts and questions but I needed to choose the right one.

"Innie, what's happening? I can't help you if I don't know."

"She was in my room. She found my secrets hyung. She has evidence. I have no choice but to date her." He wasn't making much sense, but I felt compelled to keep probing. I needed to know if I could help protect my little boy from the cruel world that would happily eat him alive. He was far too innocent and pure for this.

"Evidence of what Innie?" I pulled him away from me and my hands squished his cheeks slightly as I forced him to meet my gaze. He shook his head under my grasp, and tried desperately not to make eye contact with me.

"I can't tell you. They're my secrets hyung. She has them. I don't even know how she got in." He was beginning to panic as he rambled and I listened to every word as he spilled as much of his secret as he would allow himself to. The only pleasant thing was knowing he trusted me enough to tell me this.

"OK Innie. Stop worrying. I will get you out of this ok?" I whispered as I allowed my thumb to caress his cheek softly. Tears filled his eyes and before he could stop them they began rolling slowly down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered again. I pulled him back into my embrace and gently rocked him as his shoulders shook. He was burning up and I knew he was ready to explode with emotion. He needed to.

"Stop apologising. I'm going to fix everything. Just trust me Innie."

"I can't. I don't trust anyone." His words wounded me slightly but I understood it. We were the same person, and that is precisely why we were so dangerous.

Not only to ourselves, but to anyone that crossed us.

Nothing was worse than the wrath of two obsessive sociopaths.

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Looks like psycho Chris is about to join the party.

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