Yesterday's Devil

Chapter 11

Kyungsoo

"I need some stuff."

"Oh, I got you bro." Lay stood up and walked over to a cabinet. "Everything for you."

He returned with a bag and sat down again, "you mean something like this?" He got out a small gun and laid it on the table. "You need it or you want it?"

"I want it," I reached out and traced a line with my finger. "Can I have it?"

"What are you going to do with it?" Lay asked and smirked. "Are there plans?"

"No," I pulled my hand back and looked at him. "I don't do that anymore."

"Such a shame," he pursed his lips and picked up the gun. "You were great."
I watched how he lifted it close to his eye, examining every detail.

"I don't have money right now, but I'll pay you back." I bit the inside of my cheek, waiting for his reaction.

"Nah, it's fine." He pointed the gun at me and shot. My heart stopped for a moment and I closed my eyes. "Fuck you Lay."

"Relax, it's not loaded." He placed it down on the table again. "You really think I'd shoot you like that?" He laughed and leaned back into the chair.

"I don't like it," I glared at him before taking the gun in my hand. It had been a long time since I used one and it felt good. "I do like this one though."

"Take it," he reached for a pack of cigarettes and took one out, lighting it up. "It's yours."

"Thank you." I looked inside the bag and saw another gun and some packages with cartridges. "Are these for this one?"

"Let me see." Lay took the packages from me, cigarette dangling in the corner of his mouth as he threw them back to me. "They're for the other gun. I'll get some for you."

I nodded. "You know, I saw Kris again."

Lay's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that asshole has guts."

"I can't stand how he just walks into my life again." I frowned, "I'm scared he'll ruin everything. Again."

"You're strong Kyungsoo. But tell me." He took the cigarette out of his mouth and leaned closer to me. "You're not gonna do something stupid, are you?"

I sighed, knowing what he was referring to. "I'm not gonna shoot him Lay. I jus want to have it."

"Okay, okay." He held up his hands in defense and then smirked. "Are you interested in some knifes?"

"Maybe," I licked my lips while thinking about the idea of having one. "Show me some."

He took a drag from the cigarette before standing up, walking back to the same cabinet. He rumbled through the drawer and threw me a package with bullets. "Those are the right ones." Then he came back with a long cloth that he spread out onto the table, several knifes laying on them.

"Jeez Lay," I said surprised. My hands were itching from the desire to grab them.

"Choose one," Lay smiled at me, knowing how I felt about them. "I know you want to."

I glanced up at him, before lifting my hand to take one of the table. "This one looks nice."

"Good choice," Lay nodded. "That's it?"

"Yeah, I think so." I brought the knife closer to my face and asked, "who's that Minsuh girl?"

"Why you wanna know?" Lay asked with a suspicious tone in his voice.

"Those guys said they had to take her here if she didn't want to come. Just a weird story in my opinion." I placed the knife on my finger and pushed to see how sharp it was. I hissed as the blade cut through my skin and a drop of blood slid down.

"She's my sister."

I looked up at him in surprise, "your what?"

"My sister," he calmy repeated himself. "She doesn't like to be here, but I want to keep an eye on her."

"You never mentioned her," I murmured as I wiped the blood from my finger on the bandage that was still around my hand.

"I like to keep my life private," he explained. "Sorry, bro."

"Nah, it's fine." I stood up and tucked the gun away along with the knife. "I have to god now. Thanks for everything."

"You're welcome, say hi to Baekhyun for me and come again."

"I will."