The star is mine (completed)

XIV: Run

Wooyoung's POV

I try to get San out of my head, the night we had and the hate I have for him, but I the whirlwind of thoughts doesn't stop. Somewhere, I know, I still have feelings for him, I try to push it away but I can't.

I can't grasp the feeling of taking it and throwing it away, it's just there together with all of the hate and the anger and the mixed feelings aren't going away.

Especially when I get a text from him.

I have something to tell you, I'll pick you up in 10.

I'm scared.

I'm scared he thinks I still mean what I said back then and I'm scared he'll act like the monster he is again. The one that had someone pull a bag over my head and threatened to rape me.

I don't respond. Maybe he'll change his mind and keep whatever he has to say to himself but before I'm done thinking I hear a knock on my door.

I look back at my phone and notice 7 minutes had passed while I still thought I could tell him not to come, but he's right in front of my door now.

I'm scared to open it, quietly stepping towards the door and twisting the handle to slowly reveal his face. As always, dressed neatly in his black suit and smelling faintly of cigarettes. It hurts to see his face but I can't look away from him.

He smiles at me, takes me to his car and drives out of the parking lot, while my feelings are still playing with me, twisted between love and hate and fright.

He still hasn't said much, but he looks genuinely happy whenever he looks at me. It pisses me off to see the enjoyment in his eyes when he looks into mine, and it makes me feel as if it was real after all.

I look away, I can't afford to believe him and walk into his trap, like I did two days ago.

The car stops and we take the elevator up to his luxurious apartment, he opens the door, leads me in and sits on the leather couch while I'm still awkwardly standing up.

'Sit down, baby'

I clench my fists at his words and sit down next to him.

'Please don't call me that', my voice is thin and scared.

His face changes, he looks broken. I'm surprised at how much emotion he's showing, but I'm convinced it's all acted.

'What is it that you wanted to tell me?'

His mood seems to clear up again, he's excited about whatever it is.

'Your stepfather', he starts.

My eyes widen. I'm suddenly more frightened than ever that he knows about my past, that he actually knows everything about me that I so desperately tried to hide.

'He's dead'

My head is spinning, 'What happened? How did he die? Where is he? How do you know?'

'He was killed'

'By whom?', I raise my voice at him.

He smirks, 'Me'

My heart drops. I get up and I want to punch him in the face but the little bit of logic I have left tells me he's much stronger than me.

I've always wanted him dead but the last thing I wanted was San smirking and telling me he killed him.

'I made him suffer'

I really lose it, my last piece of common sense vanishing into thin air and I slap him in the face and call him a monster. How can he kill so heartlessly and be proud of it, tell me with a smirk and smile while saying he suffered.

'How could I ever trust a killer?', I think out loud.

I'm blinded by rage and consumed by my own feelings, I want to hit him a second time but he catches my hand, but his grip is weak and powerless, his eyes are scared and his voice is broken when he tells me he thought I would be happy.

I pull my hand away and I'm surprised he lets go, I bolt out of the door and I hear a few footsteps behind me, but he doesn't follow me all the way out.

Something in me wants him to stop me, but I keep going forward, not looking back and I barely even notice the tears streaming down my face and the people staring at me while I'm practically running home.