Enigma II : Magic Card

/28/ Fear

The comforter felt heavy and ticklish against my skin. As I woke up, the room was infused with a familiar scent, his. His clothes lay forlorn on the carpet on my side, white over a pool of maroon-red synthetic. It's funny how it could almost be misinterpreted had the shade been slightly different. I couldn't take my eyes off it for a short second as if the view was so dazzling. The moment of realization hadn't hit me yet. When the other side of the bed shifted and a hand ornated with trinkets alighted close to me, clasping the blanket lightly, it did. The owner was mumbling something. I couldn't quite hear. Then it silenced down, leaving me a story prompt to engage my brain in contemplation.

Last night, I was with Jimin.

And...

I shifted in a jiffy to take a look at the face. Even while sleeping, the way his soft hair embellished the frame of his face could cause even a dead heart to skip a beat or two. The aura he permeated allowed few people to feel they belonged with him. I wasn't one of those few. And right now, I shouldn't have been one of the few either.

"Damn it," I muttered, although it came out louder than that. The man twitched his lips in his sleep and rolled over to the other side.

"Why him? Why did it have to be him?"

My absolute fear was to be close to him, let alone whatever could happen once we were close. And the titan of the situations that could've happened arrived, and the morning past it also came by when the sun rose like it was meant to happen, it was meant to be like this.

No.

It couldn't be.

And it couldn't be reversed.

Moreover, beyond everything else, I shared my most vulnerable side with him, a man who was my enemy. And he could use it against me whenever he would like.

This was an absolute disaster.

How do I recover from this?

Should I kill him here right now?

I looked at his face. The skin on his neck looked so soft and seamless. A patch of five narrow marks of murderous fingers would be like a storytelling painting on that. if I strangled him right then and there, then...

"You know you can't do it," I said.

"You don't know if you can do it, ever." My brain replied back to me.

I picked up my phone and checked on the notifications. Renee's message popped above everything else. After the shower of apologies she thought she needed to deliver foremost, she said-

You will be leaving tomorrow, right? Could you come over to my house today, if possible? I know what happened can never mend what has broken between us, yet then, if not them, at least me, please give me a chance. You are still one of my best friends.

I sighed and pondered whether I should give a reply.

But before anything else, I needed to get out of there first.

I picked up my stuff and dashed for the door. With the impact, the blanket over the bed tagged along with my motion. His phone started to ring at the same time. Jimin's eyes flickered open.

"Where are you going?"

He woke up. Damn it...

Pretending to be the most oblivious girl that could exist on this planet, I smiled sheepishly, "I...I need to go freshen up. See you later."

"Wait."

His hand traveled from under the blanket, warm from the coziness, and touched mine. He slowly brought himself up and leaned against the bed. I stared at him, not sure what he wanted to do, just waiting for what he told me to wait for. He slowly caressed my fingertips, leaning for a kiss on my backhand. Something shivered inside me at the touch.