I'm not yours｜Seungin

9

My feet took me to his flat before I can react.

Before I press on the doorbell, the door is already opened.

It's Jeongin......and another guy.

I stare at the guy who is running to the elevator, he is much more muscular than me, looks more mature than me......A guy I would describe with the word 'hot'.

He must be the reason why Jeongin seldom messages me lately.

Because Jeongin has found a better one.

How can my toy does this to me? I should be the one who dump him!

"Wow, another one?" I ask Jeongin in a sarcastic tone, feeling anger is about to explode from my chest, "You dumped the golden hair boy for him, right? Does he make you feel so good, huh?"

But why do I also feel pain?

I press him against the wall, pull his chin up so I can look into his eyes, champ with rage, "Even better than me?"

Are you going to dump me, like what you did to the golden hair boy?

"Yes. Every part."
His words and the sarcastic grin boils my blood, drives the last piece of my rationality away.

I throw him onto the floor, cover his whimper with my lips, decorating his neck with red and purple roses.

Yang Jeongin, you're mine.
Don't even think of leaving me.