Bad Blood || K. Jongin

17| More Than Anything

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(Lyra)

The TV flicks on shortly after Kyungsoo leaves.

"I'm assuming you like kdramas." He chuckles softly, the first words spoken after a long stretch of silence.

I couldn't blame him though, there was nothing to say. All I could do was absorb how casual and effortless it was for them to take human life.

"How did you know?" I laugh lightly, still trying to process everything that's happened so far. I wanted to know more, but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I would only get hurt.

I slump down next to him on the love seat. Close, but not touching.  I pretend to pay attention, I really do-- but of course my thoughts take a turn for the worse.

Could we really be together?

Jongin doesn't seem to notice as he flips through the channel, stopping suddenly once the local news station flickers on the screen.

"NOTORIOUS MAFIA RING LEADER CHIN HO FOUND DEAD IN HOTEL ROOM"

I gasp, snapping out of my thoughts as I glance at the television.

I look over to Jongin with a worried expression.

"It's about time they found out." He sighs, a sad smile spreading across his face.

But as we watch together in prickling silence, it seems that the killer, Jongin, is still unknown.

I can't believe that im apart of this, that I was the reason for a death, multiple deaths. Possibly more if things take a turn for the worse. But does he regret it, does he regret anything? My hands curl into fists as I think about it, and I can't hold back any longer-- letting my thoughts turn into words.

"Do you regret killing Chinho?" I whisper, turning to face him, to find he's already looking at me.

"I wish I could say yes." His eyes sparkle along with each flash the TV makes.

Jongin falters for a moment, and I'm left breathless under his gaze. Why is he so goddamn beautiful?

"Im sorry that all this happened to you. If I regret anything, its that I wasn't able to keep you safe."

"How can you say that? You're the reason im still alive.." I disclose, tilting my head to look deeper into his eyes, searching for something, anything.

"But, I was the reason you almost died."

"That doesn't matter." I lie, about to look away until he forces me to look at him.

He takes my face in his hands, the emotions that are usually so guarded, are clear for me to see. "Do you want to be with me?"

My heart rams violently in my chest.

Yes...

Yes I do.

"More than anything." I confess, tears gathering on my eyelids, all previous thoughts of anger dissipating into infatuation.