•GORGEOUS• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Fifteen|

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats
Alone, unless you wanna come along.

.•°•⚽

The kiss got heated and deeper, but before it could reach its peak, Y/n pulled back, raising up from his lap and walking past him, sighing heavily, running her hand through her hair.

Making him completely dumbfounded, as he looked at her walking away figure.

"What's wrong?" He asked, getting up, from the seat. Turning to him, she retorted, shaking her head, "This is not right."

"What does that mean?" He questioned, walking few steps towards her, but seeing her walking backwards, made him hesitant to proceed.

"I am just so pathetic...." She paused, hugging herself. "...I mean, just look, I am so hopeless, I am craving so much for someone in my life, that I don't even care to sleep with my enemy...."

"..just so slut!" His head shot up listening her in frustration. He scoffed at her, making her glossy eyes look at him.

"Don't you ever call yourself that. I can't hear you, speaking anything like that about you..." He spat coming closer to her. She didn't budge to move, instead her eyes, fixed on his face. Her body froze hearing his every word.

She felt the chills running down her spine, when his cold eyes met with hers.

Her eyes started welling up. Clearing her throat, to control her tears, of embarrassment and disgust, Y/n walked towards her kitchen, to get a glass of water.

Fetching the water bottle, she gulped down the lump along with the liquid. He did followed her, to the kitchen, and leaned on the doorframe, with his hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at her. Tracing her soft features, how her eyes flicker, her red nose, her puffed cheeks, her soft lips.

Pondering about her frequent change, from sleeping with him to recalling that he's her enemy. She felt him, darting at her, but she was too busy with her thoughts, of guilt that wasn't able to look at him.

He snapped out when the bottle met with the kitchen slab, making a clinking sound.

Y/n fought with the urge of not crying, not in front of him. So, she turned her back, looking out of the window, sniffing quietly, holding on her tears.

Little did, she know, he read her eyes, and slowly marched towards her, standing in front of her, leaning down her eyes level, smiling softly.

Seeing his smiling face, she felt her heart tearing apart, between her feelings and principles. Tears rolled down her eyes, as she buried her face in her palms, not wanting him to see her crying.

Exhaling sharply, Rin wrapped his arms, around her. The warmth made her so comfortable that she wasn't able to hold herself back. Stroking her hair, rubbing her back and understanding with what she was going on, he tried to console her. "Shh...shh. it's alright. I am here. There's nothing wrong in crying. And when I've already seen you, once."

He chuckled softly, planting a kiss on the top of her head, while she crumpled his shirt, under her palm, feeling so weak, in front of him. But not in a bad way.

She felt like, if ever she's going to break, he'll always be there to hold her. But that's also very hurting.

"I am so worthless." She sniffed.

"Why?" Giving a low chuckle, he asked.

"That I have to cry on your shoulder. What bad else could happen now?

He snickered hearing her, swaying slowly, side to side, with her hold around him getting tighter.

"It's okay. Don't cry." He hushed in her ear, kissing her earlobe.