Bad Blood || K. Jongin

16| Hit

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(Lyra)

"But Lyra.. she hasn't.."

I hear his muffled voice, followed by sentences in Korean I cant understand.

I sit on the couch with my face in my hands, trying to stay calm and collected. I had to, I didn't want to cause anymore trouble to them.

But I know what he's thinking.

I know that he is hesitating. I'm not stupid, I can see it in his eyes when he looks at me.

He's tearing himself apart.

Should I talk to him?

I shake my head furiously, knowing I have no knowledge of the situation I'm really in. I have to trust that he will make the right decision for the both of us.

But are we safe?

My thoughts contradict wildly as I make my way to the window. I push the blind aside and stare out into the vacant, littered street.

If Chinho's men knew where we were, wouldn't they have found us already?

My thoughts are then interrupted by a loud slam, followed by yelling. I turn quickly, almost bursting towards the room to stop them.

But I can't bring myself to move.

I wait for a few moments, my body relaxing once their conversation turns into whispering again. I sit back down on the couch, trying my best to focus on something else besides Jongin.

But he's all I see, and all I want to see. I want to be by his side, and I want to protect him. Do they really think I can just let this go?

Sure I might have people after me all my life, but can I really live without him?

I squeeze my eyes shut in frustration. I need him by my side, as irrational as that sounds.

Pathetic.

The door opens suddenly, revealing Jongin. Even when he's upset, he looks handsome.

It takes me a moment to realize he's rushing towards me, and I gasp, setting my hands on his chest to stop him.

He's so close. Incredibly close.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter, staring into his deep brown eyes, entranced at the notion of him being so close to me.

"I dont know." He whispers, keeping me close to him with a strong grip. "I just wanted to hold you."

I falter for a moment, licking my lips in anticipation. Ever since that day I wanted more, whenever I looked at him my heart would beat out of my chest.

"I want to be with you."

The words leave his mouth slowly, almost as if they never did. Jongin smiles at me lovingly, but more of a desperate and saddening smile.

Not a moment later, he brushes his lips against mine.

I start to melt into the kiss, closing my eyes at the heart warming sensation—until Kyungsoo walks into the room.