Devil

Chapter 14

Two days had passed by since your last conversation with Jongin. He didn't try to contact you and you didn't do it either. You guessed he was giving you time to think but that was actually making it worse. Contradictory thoughts were filling your mind. You didn't know what to do. You didn't want to lose him but you just couldn't forgive him so easily. What saddened you the most wasn't all the pranks and rumors, it was the two years that you lost with him for nothing. Things would have been so different. You were lying in your bed, your head buried in your pillow; your eyes swollen of crying. You didn't feel like moving or doing anything. You just wanted to close your eyes and let the sleep calm your thoughts.

"Hurry up, honey", you heard your mother. "Jongin's parents are already keeping the bags in the trunk", she said. "Get dressed and take your things or they'll go without you", she continued.

"I'm not going", you replied; your head still buried in the pillow.

"Why not? I thought it was already decided. I even talked with Jongin's...", she began.

"I changed my mind", you cut her off.

"But I said your aunt that you were leaving and that I'll stay with her", she said.

"Then go", you replied.

"How am I going to go and leave you here alone?", she asked.

"I'm always here alone. It wouldn't be much of a difference", you replied with a bad mood. You immediately felt bad. She wasn't much at home but you couldn't blame her. You sat up to apologize but she was already gone. Your aunt called you an hour later to tell you that your mother was there with here and that she'd spent a time there. Perfect. Not only had you argued with Jongin but with your mother also. You were going to end up alone and probably you deserved it.

You went to the kitchen tiredly and opened the fridge apathetically when you saw a light in Jongin's house. It was weird. Didn't Jongin and his parents left for his lake house? Maybe they just forgot to switch off every light. Should you go and switch it off?

You sighed as you look for the key for Jongin's house that your mother had kept and went out. As you got into Jongin's house you knew something was wrong. Everything was quiet but the atmosphere seemed weird. As you walked to the kitchen, you sat Jongin sat; his back to you as he was bent with his head buried between his arms. What had happened here?

"Jongin?", you called out as you approached him. He turned his head; his eyes emotionless.

"Jongin? Are you ok?", you asked but he still didn't answer. As you stood in front of him and watched him more carefully you could see his eyes red. Was him been crying?

"Did you come to laugh at my misery?", he finally spoke. He looked so crestfallen.

"What are you talking about, Jongin?", you asked. You gasped when he suddenly stood up and pushed you against the sink. Before you knew it, he had locked your wrists in a hold behind your back and positioned his body between your legs.

"Let me go, Jongin", you said calmly.

"Does it feel good to hurt me?", he asked. His eyes met yours, your faces less than an inch away from each other.

"I d-don't know what you're talking about...", you muttered. He smelled so good. Your chest rose and fell quickly. Dizziness fogged your head. Why was he so close?

"You don't know?", he asked. "Why didn't you call me? You hate me, right?", he asked sadly.

"What? I don't hate you...", you replied. You tried to keep your face even but your body tingled everywhere.