Kim mingyu
I itch and itch all over. A maddening sensation that makes me want to peel off my skin and jump into the nearest body of cold water. It feels like a swarm of spiders is crawling all over me, driving me out of my mind.
This is how affected I am by Seungkwan. And I loathe him because of it.
Every time he’s near me, I’m overcome by a wave of revulsion. I want to scream, fight, hide, tear at my flesh, anything to stop the gnawing in my gut and the heat prickling at my skin. It’s not a physical pain but more a very effective form of mental torture. I just don’t know what to do with
myself.
As Dae and Seokminn walk with me across the car park, I shake out my arms and crack my neck from side to side, hoping to shake off the imaginary spidery fuckers using my body as a climbing frame.
The further I get from that freak, the more I settle down. The tingling in my skin tapers off, and my heart rate slips back into a steady rhythm. Relieved, I blow out a shaky breath, hoping my friends don’t notice how on edge I am.
Luckily, they seem locked in an argument about what had just transpired in the corridor.
“What the fuck was that?” Seokmin says, shoving Dae with enough force that he stumbles. “You can’t just go around hitting omegas half your
size, even if it is Seungkwan.”
Dae rolls his eyes, quickly regaining his balance. “Relax, Seok. That punch wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark. Besides, who cares about pathetic little Seungkwan. Nobody except that weirdo Chan. It’s not like his dad would give a shit. He’d probably thank us for toughening him up a bit.”
I keep quiet, knowing full well that Hyunmin wouldn’t give a damn about what we’d just done to his son. But still, something about Dae punching Seungkwan doesn’t sit right with me. I had to rein in the urge to throw my friend headfirst into the nearest wall. How could he 3touch him? How could he stand to get close enough to that creep to hit him? Why am I the only one Seungkwan reduces to a trembling mess?
I wanted to snap Dae’s arm the moment his fist landed. If anyone is hurting Seungkwan, it should be me. When his stomach aches and his tears flow, I don’t want Seungkwan thinking of Dae. I want his pain. I want his tears. The torment I feel when Seungkwan gets close, I want him to feel that and more every time he dares to think of me.
I realise I’m grinding my teeth, lost in my thoughts when Seokmin nudges my shoulder.
“You coming over tonight? My Dad and Pa are away, so we have free run of the pool and the drinks cabinet.”
“You bet,” Dae interrupts, pushing himself between us and throwing his arms around our shoulders. “I’ll send out a few texts to see if any omegas are up for it.”
I roll my eyes. Whenever there’s a chance for Dae to get his dick wet, he’s drawn like a moth to a flame.
I’ve never understood the appeal myself, not that I would ever admit that to anyone.
“Nah, I can’t make it out tonight, guys,” I say, feigning disappointment but secretly relieved that I won’t have to spend the night watching the stupid omegas strut around in their skimpy swimwear. “My dad wants me home. I’ll catch up with you guys over the break?”
“Alright, man. Be safe.” Seokmin says, clapping me on the shoulder before turning to follow Dae, who’s already on his phone, presumably texting a group of unsuspecting omegas.
I climb into my sleek black SUV and let out a deep sigh. A headache is throbbing at the base of my skull, and I rub my temples to soothe away the tension.
