Taekook and the ECLIPSE

9 | The Angry Bitterness

Minghyu was still so close, I could feel his warm breath. I reached up casually, to take his hand away and free my face, but wound my fingers through his so that I wouldn't hurt his feelings. He smiled and leaned back, undeceived by my attempt at nonchalance.

"So Mr. Ateara went straight to the other elders," Minghyu went on. "They were the only ones left who still knew, who remembered. Mr. Ateara, Minho, and Harry had actually seen their grandfathers make the change. When Old Soobin told them, they met with Jackson secretly and explained."

Minghyu shifted his body a tad, making himself more relaxed.

"It was easier when he understood — when he wasn't alone anymore. They knew he wouldn't be the only one affected by the Cullens' return" — he pronounced the name with unconscious bitterness — "but no one else was old enough. So Jackson waited for the rest of us to join him. . . ."

"The Cullens had no idea," I said in a whisper. "They didn't think that werewolves still existed here. They didn't know that coming here would change you."

"It doesn't change the fact that it did."

"Remind me not to get on your bad side."

"You think I should be as forgiving as you are? We can't all be saints and martyrs." He rolled his eyes.

"Grow up, Minghyu."

"I wish I could," he murmured quietly.

I stared at him, trying to make sense of his response. "What?"

Minghyu chuckled. "One of those many strange things I mentioned."

"You . . . can't . . . grow up?" I said blankly. "You're what? Not . . .aging ? Is that a joke?"

"Nope." He popped his lips on the P.
I felt blood flood my face. Tears — tears of rage — filled my eyes. My teeth mashed together with an audible grinding sound.

"Kook? What did I say?"

I was on my feet again, my hands balled up into fists, my whole frame shaking.
"You. Are. Not. Aging," I growled through my teeth.

Minghyu tugged my arm gently, trying to make me sit. "None of us are. What's wrong with you?"

"Am I the only one who has to get old? I get older every stinking day!" I nearly shrieked, throwing my hands in the air. Some little part of me recognized that I was throwing a Jaewoo-esque fit, but that rational part was greatly overshadowed by the irrational part. "Damnit! What kind of world is this? Where's the justice?"

"Take it easy, Kook."

"Shut up, Minghyu. Just shut up! This is so unfair!"

"Did you seriously just stamp your foot? I thought people only did that on TV."

I growled unimpressively.

"It's not as bad as you seem to think it is. Sit down and I'll explain."

"I'll stand."