He's a killer.

Chapter fifteen; Team.

Kyungsoo felt like a dumb ass, but he needed to do it. Three days have went by since he's spoken a word to Jongin, and yet here he was thinking he did so well, until he realized today is the day that the man is supposed to call him for an answer of what his choice will be, either give himself up, or have him and his parents be killed, so he called Jongin over to help him figure out what to say. Thankfully his Uncle wouldn't be home until later, so he wouldn't have to tell him. He hasn't given much details to his uncle actually, just what he needed to know.

When the doorbell rang, he lazily drug himself off the couch to answer the door, finding Jongin, dressed nice as always, standing outside waiting for him. He moved aside, letting him in then closing the door, locking it behind them.

"Didn't think I'd be hearing for you again." Jongin joked. "Guess I'm pretty irresistible."

"Don't let your ego drown you, today is the day that he will be calling." He scoffed, going back to lay on the couch and stuffing his face full of whatever he found in the kitchen.

"I know, it's called a joke, do you even know what humor is?"

"I do, but that wasn't humor."

I was inevitable that they'd bicker like always, and that usually always led to one thing. Jongin hovered over the elder, smirking while taking away all his food, and putting it down on the coffee table, only to climb on top of him, what made it better for Jongin, was that Kyungsoo didn't say a word, he even helped him remove both of their clothes. They spent a while just fooling around, shaming his uncles leather couch, until Kyungsoo's phone finally rang, they both pulled away from a deep kiss they were sharing, and looked over to where Kyungsoo's phone was laying. He pushed Jongin off, almost throwing him on the floor, then reached for his phone, answering it out of breath,

"Hello?"

"Ah, Kyungsoo, how nice to hear your voice. I kept my promise of calling you in week, now, have you come to a decision?"

He looked over at Jongin, who was glued to his side, listening to every word that was being said, and was at loss for words. Jongin shook his head no, which was what Kyungsoo knew he had to say.

"N-No, not yet. I just, are my parents okay?" He said weakly, he couldn't stay rock solid, he needed to know.

"For now, but I'm afraid I've changed my mind, you do not have as much time as you need, from this day forward, you have two weeks, and if I don't have an answer, your parents are dead." Then the other line went blank. Kyungsoo couldn't understand, why the hell were they keeping his parents alive? He couldn't understand, why not just kill them already?

"I guess I didn't need you, sorry for calling you over."

"Okay. You're not going to thank me for the amazing sex?" He chuckled.

"No, why should I? It feels good when it's happening, but afterwords I feel like Shit because I know you're using me." He sounded hurt, Jongin could hear in his voice, could see it in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't care how others felt when he had no feeling at all. "I'm just a toy, and I know that, but it still hurts, you know?" This time not only did he sound broken, but tears fell from his eyes. "And why do I continue to let you defile me? Because you're the only source of companionship for me at a time like this, having sex with you is the closest I can get to someone holding me and telling me it's all going to be okay. God, I wish I wasn't so pathetic. But do you want to know the worst part? I love you, but I hate you at the same time." He could care less that he confessed, but he couldn't help how he felt, and how it came out. He just cried harder. Jongin got up, grabbing his boxers so he had least some coverage, then he walked around, looking in closets until he found a nice, warm blanket. When he walked back in the living room, he saw Kyungsoo on the floor, rolled up in a ball, crying his innocent heart out. With the expressionless face he also held, he walked over, picking Kyungsoo up in his arms and sitting back on the couch with the elder in his arms, and he wrapped the black around his small, naked body.