Collide

Oncoming Problem

It was finally Friday morning, and Chaerin slowly opened her eyes, feeling weak and fragile. The night before had been total chaos, and with a sour face, she slowly recalled every little detail that happened, regretting every sweet memory, every caress and every lip. She was doomed, she knew, but who could blame her? Yes, there should be blame, there should be punishment, the wound on her stomach reminded her, and the face of the person killed her agonizingly slowly for her own sake.

"Fuck!" She cursed as she saw the face of the person she wouldn't expect to be there at that hour. His eyes were filled with hatred, pain and she could tell a bit of disappointment. Seungri stared at her as she stared at him, though she knew he couldn't see her, his eyes gazed at her with such hatred she felt herself burning under it.

She closed her eyes and put the car on drive, hurrying out of that place. As she drove, the bleeding wound beated with an agonizing pain that almost made her scream. She whimpered as she arrived at the hotel, taking deep breaths before getting out of the car, the image of Jiyong, the face of Seungri hunting her as she got out of the car, putting a jacked on so the blood wouldn't be noticeable.

She limped towards the elevator, pushing the buttons so hard she felt like she was raping it. She was desperate, she needed help, although she knew she would only get medical help, she wanted to feel someone listening to her pains and whimpers, and maybe rant on someone so she could ease the pain on her heart.

What was that feeling? Was it really pain? Was it joy? It startled her the way he had looked at them, at her, how his eyes turned dark the moment she saw him staring, how his hands balled into fist as he followed Jiyong with his eyes. She knew she had done exactly what Hyunseung asked her, but why? Why would she allow it to be done, even without her knowing it? She hit her forehead as she thought about those things, regretting every words said, ever glance shared and every kiss given.

The elevator finally reached the Lobby and she hurried inside, pushing the 24th floor button, hoping and praying it will be fast, the wound was starting to get annoyingly painful and she was starting to feel something running her leg. She glanced at the floor for a moment and widened her eyes as she saw the blood dripping from her leg and on to the floor. She cursed in her mind and hid the blood stain with her shoe. She cursed as the elevator stopped at another floor and opened the doors, some other people walking in. There were two guys, a short one with black hair and the other a bit taller, his hair almost white. They were both wearing black suits and white buttoned shirts, their neckties undone and the jacked slightly scrolled up on the sleeves. She rolled her eyes as they eyed her,

"Good Evening, how are you?" The one with the black hair said. She rolled her eyes again and smiled,

"I'm good," She simply said. The one with the gray hair raised an eyebrow then looked at her leg and widened his eyes.

"Miss, you're bleeding." He said pointing at her leg. She looked down and cursed, then looked at him, he was about to press the stop call. It was more of a reflex really, but the moment he extended his hand, she grabbed it, twisted it and pushed him to the wall of the elevator, her feline eyes staring dangerously at him.

"If you press that button, I'll chop your fingers off." She hissed and he gulped, the guy with the black hair was about to push her from his friend but she also grabbed his hand, twisting it, still grabbing the neck of the one with the gray hair. "Listen boys, I'll leave you get out of here alive if you simply ignore the fact that I'm here, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to cut your throats and drain you." She said and they slowly nodded. She let go of them and returned to her spot next to the buttons of the elevator. Both of the guys walked – well, they ran, actually – out the moment the elevator stopped on the 23rd floor. She smirked and the doors closed, and finally, she was at her floor.