"What happened to your face (y/n)?" her friend Chen asks. It had been three weeks since the incident in the library.
"She tripped and hit her face on the edge of the table," Kai answers, tightening his hold around her shoulders.
"I wasn't asking you Kai," Chen replies harshly. Kai squeezes her arm. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make his warning clear.
"I'm fine Chen," she smiles, "You know what a clutz I can be."
"But--"
"You heard her," Kai interrupts, "We'll be going now."
"I think--"
"Get lost Chen," Kai growls. Chen folds his arms and shakes his head.
"(Y/N) is my friend Kai, I have a right to talk to her."
Before anyone but him can move, Kai draws a knife and tackles Chen. She screams as he drives the knife down into Chen's unmoving body over and over again. The blood flinging off the knife splatters onto him and her. Tears drip down her face and she runs over to them both.
"Kai, stop!" she sobs, tugging on his shirt.
He listens and gets up, turning to her. She can't stop crying. His hand comes up to her face and wipes away her tears, the blood mixing with the saltly liquid and leaving a red smear on her bruised cheekbone.
He pulls her into a hug.
"Don't cry, my love," he coos, "It's okay."
She can't tear her eyes away from Chen's still body. And she can't escape the scent of his blood lingering on Kai's clothing and skin.
