Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

book 2 chp: 22

⚠️notes:
italics=memories
bold=m/n's thoughts outside of his memories
bold/underline=m/n's thoughts IN the memories⚠️

~~4 years ago~~
m/n is 17

(M/N) slid down the wall of the training room. Alizer stood above him as the younger male was panting. Sweat and blood cascading around him.

(M/N) pressed a hand to his side, his blood feeling warm and like it's burning across his palm.

"You're pathetic (M/N)."

"Well excuse me, I've been at this nonstop for two weeks straight. No food, no water and no sleep. I'm exhausted."

"You should be doing more! You shouldn't allow your body to get in the way of MY plans! Who cares if you're bleeding-"

"Your lips are moving," (M/N) had his eyes closed, "but I'm not listening." His hand waved by his ear.

"Your body is so weak. You are-"

"Finish that sentence." (M/N) glared up at him, Alizer shivered. "I dare you."

Alizer adjusted his tie, cleaning his hands from the blood. Alizer looked no better than (M/N), and the older male actually got to sleep and eat. Not only that, (M/N) has been holding back, he can't allow Alizer to know his true strength.

Not yet.

"You'll get a two hour break, use it wisely." Alizer left the room.

(M/N) reached in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette. He put the bud in his mouth and lit it, inhaling the smoke and exhaling it.

He slowly got up, keeping a firm hand pressed to his side. He began to walk to his room, hoping to take a nap.

He ignored everything around him.

"That's a lot of blood."

(M/N) wave off Jay, who randomly popped up. (M/N) just took another puff of cigarette, waving him off again. Jay tried to follow (M/N) to his room, but the shorter male flicked his forehead.

"I rather be alone, I'm exhausted."

"You sleep better with someone near." Jay pointed out.

"Not this time." (M/N) said, "I won't even take a shower."

Jay grimaced, "Unusual."

(M/N) just saluted him, then closed the door on Jay. Once he was alone and there were no eyes, his shoulders sagged. He swayed a bit as he sluggishly walked towards his bed. He fell on his bed, the wound on his side still gushing out. His cigarette burned out.

He only closed his eyes, needing a nap. He would wash his sheets later.

His throat burned, he felt weak and sick. His skin felt pale, he tried to hold it in. But he continued to cough with blood dripping down his chin. He only sighed and buried his head in his pillow.

He snapped his eyes open a few seconds later. He grabbed his gun, pointing it to his door and firing as soon as it opened.

"Next time," (M/N) began, pointing the gun to the middle of Alizer's head, "I'll go in between your eyes. I have two hours." He wiped the blood from his chin and finally looked at Alizer. His gun pointing directly to the middle of his head.

"I was going to give you two hours," Alizer began walking to the lying male, "but I need you to perfect a move. Then you'll get your break."

"Later."