PEACE IS FIRE ✷ CHAPTER EIGHT:
IT DIDN'T TAKE long for Yiseul to discover that the world, in all its glory, was Si-eun and Bumseok. She could have screamed, wanted too even. It tore at her throat and made her bare her teeth into fangs.
She thought that calling them the world was generous, they were no such thing. Finite creatures that served only to mock and ridicule her—they seemed to be the only people alive that dared to take Suho away from her.
"You should be nice," Suho spoke gently, his eyes flickered to hers.
Yiseul's cheeks faded into red at the intensity of his gaze. A shy smile tugged at her lips. "I'm always nice."
Suho hummed as he looked down at her, his lips curling and his eyes shining, head tilted to the side. He couldn't help but smile when their eyes met.
He reached out his hand then, when the red on her cheeks was at its brightest, and gently tucked some fallen hair behind her ears. "Here," he whispered, voice rough. Her skin was so soft against his touch, too soft.
He did it again. (And again.)
She didn't know when it had happened, only that his eyes were on her lips. Her heart jumped to her throat, her hands trembling by her sides. What was he doing to her, why? Why now.
"Look at me," he mused.
She didn't. Couldn't. She was frozen in place, the only finite creature here was her. She couldn't even feel the tips of her fingers.
He edged closer then, towering over her. In seconds, he had sealed the gap between them and she was made brazenly aware of his eyes on hers. Gently, his hand gripped her chin, forcing it up till her eyes were locked onto his.
The moths in her stomach ran rampant. His skin felt burning hot against hers.
There was a hungry look in his eyes, one she had never seen before. One she was sure that liked.
"Suho," her throat was dry and her voice sounded so pained as she forced out his name. "We can't."
He didn't want her to be right. She didn't even want to be right herself.
"I know," he murmured. "I know." They couldn't do this, even if they wanted to.
Suho wanted to pull her closer, as close as she could get. He wanted her to crawl inside of his skin, hug him, and stay there. And Yiseul wanted whatever he wanted.
Instead, he pressed his burning hot forehead against hers. The action was so intimate, too intimate. (Yiseul thought that the gesture was more intimate than a kiss, and Ahn Suho might as well have been dropping onto one knee.)
"You should come with me."
Yiseul only nodded. She felt weak. Weak in the knees, weak in the chest, weak in the mind.
Ahn Suho had shifted her world inside out just as he had done all those years ago.
YISEUL HAD A funny feeling in her gut. Bumseok was too nice, Si-eun was too polite, and Suho had never been louder.
She'd never seen him smile this wide. His eyes shone as her heart wept and her face scrunched up. (She'd never seen him have this much fun.)
She wondered if she was like her father to Suho—if she made him feel as though he were walking on eggshells. But bile didn't rise to her throat when their eyes met, only the irreplicable feeling of a girl in love.
She hadn't come to terms with it yet, couldn't.
It wouldn't be right. It wouldn't make sense. Yiseul wasn't ready for change, didn't want it.
Suho was her best friend, and had been for years now. Disrupting the harmony would be sacrilegious. She couldn't do it. Couldn't. It didn't matter how bad she wanted it, how bad she wanted him.
Yiseul wanted peace more.
And being with Ahn Suho would mean white noise ringing in her ears every second of every day, it always was when she was near him.
"Yiseul-ah, come on. It's your turn now."
And Min Yiseul only smiled back at Ahn Suho.
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author's note:
too many anton and jake edits on my fyp, can't function. this chapter is a result of my brain absolutely rotting due to my 2 faves. okay bye enjoy this shitshow xoopinions xxxxx
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