Their parents worked late the next Monday. Niki had smirked to himself when he heard it and only had one thought.
I'll fuck as long as she allows. And Niki knew she'd never say stop, making him even more eager for Yura to finally come home.
He didn't know where she was, which he would find out as soon as she was back. Niki cursed silently at the high possibility that she was with Yuta again.
He'd fuck Yuta out of her brain. That's a promise. Niki sat on the couch as he stared blankly at the wall in front of his and tapped his finger against the armrest he had his arm on.
He had been waiting all afternoon already and doing stuff on his phone, watching TV and even jerking off was getting boring. Yura would make all of those more entertaining, especially the last one.
Niki jumped when the front door opened. He sprung to his feet and saw Yura walking past him and up to her room. The boy didn't let that irritate him and just followed her.
When he was upstairs, her room door was already closed but Niki just went straight into her room.
Yura jumped in surprise when Niki proceeded to close the door behind him and enter her room. She turned to him with a frown "What are you doing here now?"
"Where were you?" Niki asked, acting casual as he flopped down on her bed and grabbed one of her plushies which he put on his lap and fiddled with it, looking at her and awaiting an answer.
"Out with Yuta. Why?" Yura turned away from him with a frown and looked at her phone again, typing something.
"Who are you texting?" Niki wanted to know.
"None of your business." Yura mumbled, glancing at him. How he was so curious about what she did unnerved Yura slightly.
She heard Niki stand up and he was soon standing behind her as she sat on her desk. He leaned down and turned the lamp on her desk on to make light because it was getting dark outside already.
Yura payed him no mind so far and that annoyed Niki further. She was only looking at her phone and didn't even acknowledge him.
Niki's eyes narrowed and he reached forward and grabbed her phone out of her hands, shutting it off and putting it on the desk harshly.
Yura turned around to look at him as they stared at each other. Niki was still leaned forward, his hand over the phone that was laying on the desk.
"Answer me." Niki muttered, his eyes piercing hers like a knife.
"You had it in your hands, why don't you look yourself." Yura mumbled annoyed and turned slightly away from him. She didn't care when someone was on her phone, at least if the person wasn't her father. He'd just find something to judge her about.
