Down The Rabbit Hole And What They Found There - [Bang Chan, Lee Know]

One More Night by Chris Grey

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From one side of the room to the other, Jisung was staring at Alice's figure crouched on the ground, the perfect mirror of his own position. His lips were still tingling, like he just had something spicy by error. Upside down, how was his stomach right now. His chest tightens with regret, guilt and something more vicious - hate for himself? The very one he fought against for so long. Because the more the silence, the more it left his mind room to replay his actions in front of his vision, and the more he couldn't believe what kind of person he had become. That's what he is now? A shitty friend? The one that would make a move on you the moment you were weak and fragile? When has he ever been like this? Yeah, sure, he was kind of flirty when he was still a teenager, knowing how many girls had it hot for him, messing around, winking boldly and never replying more than once a day- but he's not like that anymore. He's more mature; he's sure of who he is, he's... he's a good person. A decent human being, at least. A decent alien being.

And now? What the hell was that? You don't kiss someone out of nowhere, just because they have pretty lips! And surely not someone you know your best friend likes! How did the thought haven't crossed his mind, stopping the fall into the rabbit hole of this shitty situation? How hadn't he thought that looking down was too risky and not worth it? And to Bang Chan! Of all his friends, his relatives, and all the people in the entire world - the very last one ever deserving it! Oh, what has he done??

And Minho... oh, how can he even start to explain a thing like that? How can he manage to let him know how bad he felt about it, how deeply sorry he is, that it meant nothing, that something came over him, that suddenly there were roses that needed to be painted, and a talking griffon? How can he do that? His soulmate, how can- Jisung think he deserves to die, right there, while he hugs his own legs to the chest, making himself the smaller he can, stealing glances at the other human being on the other side of the room.

Alice seemed... zoning out. Disassociating. Sitting up right, back leaned against the wardrobe, holding her legs to her chest. Her eyes are... open, but so glassy, like she's thinking. Is the scene replaying in her head, too? Does she hate him now? For what he did? For dragging her into this mess? For breaking her trust? Their friendship? And probably her friendship with Minho? Does she think it is his fault? It's clearly Jisung's fault, of course. When Jisung decides to finally talk, his voice is hoarse and raspy.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to the quiet room. Alice didn't look at him immediately, it took some seconds and a few blinks before she looked at him, a hint of confusion on her face. Was she really so angry at him? Or does she think that he was proud of what he did? Is she thinking about his hyung? She was confused before, she surely didn't need this either. Oh, what an awful person he is. What was he thinking? No, more precisely, why wasn't he thinking? Where was his mind?

Alice was still looking at him, her face blank, and he couldn't read it like he's used to, cause she's not Minho, and his brain must have been having a stroke for even thinking something like that in the first place. When he opened his mouth again, his voice sounded whinier.

"I'm deeeply sorry. I don't know why I even did that. Something really weird had started to play in my mind, and I lost my sanity for a little. I'm so sorry, Alice, there's no excuse for my actions, and if you hate me, I understand and I'll do anythi-"

"I don't hate you, J, no, wtf?" she interrupted his rambles, her voice much higher and full, narrowing her eyes like he suddenly had started to talk about flying pigs.

"You.. you don't?" he asked. Jisung's eyebrow moved higher on his forehead, his mouth morphing into a pout. Alice shook her head, like he was making no sense.