Yesterday's Devil

Chapter 17

Kyungsoo

"I told you!" I snapped at Lay. "I fucking told you!" I was standing in front of him, leaning on the desk with my arms.

"No, you didn't." He kicked the table leg, making the chair spin a full round, facing me again at the end.

"I told you he's up to something," I said, getting angry.

"No you didn't." He spun another round and ran a hand through his black locks. "You said he's creeping you out."

"That's like the same!"

"No it isn't."

With one swift movement I tossed all the stuff that was standing on the desk on the ground. Lay just kept staring at me with dull eyes, making the anger that started boiling up inside of me worse every second. His attitude annoyed me so much, I wanted to punch him in the face.

"Listen to me Kyungsoo." The way he said my name was like it was something disgusting. "I have some advice for you."

"I don't want to hear it." I curled my fingers around the letter opener that had survived my rage and was still laying on the desk, until my knuckles turned white and the stinging pain distracted me from the anger. A single drop of blood slid down my hand onto the floor.

"Maybe you should just stop fucking whining and man up. All that bullshit about having a normal life. Did you really think that would work?" He stood up and leaned over the desk, like I had done some minutes ago. "Grow up."

"Fuck you." I pinned the letter opener in the table, missing his hand with a little bit of luck. "I'll let myself out."

I turned around and walked out of the door, pushing Tao out of my way in the hallway. "I fucking hate you all!" I yelled and kicked the wall. I almost ran out of the building, still feeling the energy rushing through my body, to were Jongin was waiting for me.

I had asked him to stop so I could go ask Lay for help with Kris, but his reaction had just made me so angry I had ruined it all.

"You don't look happy," Jongin noticed as I sat down in the passenger seat. "Did something happen?"

The anger immediately disappeared as I turned my face to him, "no, it's-"

"Oh my god!" he exclaimed, cutting me off. "Are you okay?!" Before I realised it, he had grabbed my hand and was examining my fresh wound. "It looks painful."

"Calm down." I chuckled and pulled my hand out of his. "Just an accident."

"You have a lot of accidents," he said with a frown. "You should clean that up."

"Let's just go alright?" I tried not to make my voice sound impatient, but failed a bit. "The food's not gonna make itself." I added.

The whole ride to his house he kept asking me questions like, "where did you learn how to cook?" "What are you gonna make?" And "should I help you?"

I didn't try to make him shut up, because his voice is just simply beautiful. Especially when he keeps chattering about stupid things.
I sighed deeply, leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. All I wanted to hear was his voice asking me if I was still listening and why I didn't answer.
It calmed me down.

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"No! Not like that!" I quickly grabbed the knife away from him before he could start to cut the meat. "Maybe you should just let me do it."

"Hmm... Okay." He said, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine. But I said I would cook for you, not the other way around." I smiled at him and he nodded in understanding.

I started fumbling with the bandage Jongin had put around my hand. I always did that since I had wounds quite often and it became a habit.

"Don't do that," Jongin warned me and took my hand to stop me. "You'll make it loose."

I couldn't deny the fact that my heart started beating faster whenever he touched me. I lifted my head to look at him and wondered what he was thinking right now.
Jongin didn't know anything about me. I was probably just the weird friend from Baekhyun to him. The guy that doesn't talk much to people he doesn't know well. The guy that looks creepy.

I hadn't realised I had been staring at him for too long until he nervously laughed. I quickly looked away, trying to focus on the food again. I pulled my hand away and stood on my toes to get a cup out of the cabinet, but couldn't reach it. "Damn it," I mutured.

"Do you want me to help you shorty?" Jongin chuckled.

"No, it's going fine," I protested and tried to jump. "Fuck this."

Jongin watched patiently how I struggled and waited for the moment I would give up. I wasn't going to climb on his counter so I finally said, "fine!"

"Only because you asked me in such a friendly way." He laughed and got closer. I didn't move out of his way, so he had to press his body against my back. My heart skipped a beat as I felt his breath in my hair. But instead of getting a glass out of the cupboard he kept standing in this position. I curiously looked over my shoulder to see why he didn't move and forgot how to breath as I realised how close his face was. My eyes darted from his lips to his eyes and back again.

It reminded me of my dream.

He leaned closer and I closed my eyes. My fingers were slightly shaking from the anticipation of his touch. Everything seemed to go in slow motion and it felt like I waited for ages until his lips softly brushed against mine for a second. A second, because I pushed him away, a bit too hard, and ran to the stove, quickly turning it off. "Shit!" I cursed, hoping the food didn't burn.

Jongin just stood there, leaning against the counter, his mouth open in surprise. I didn't dare to look at him right now, I was too embarrassed. "I saved it just in time," I said to break the awkward silence.

He nodded and started to get plates and cutlery out of the cupboards.

We ate like nothing had happened and at the same time like we were a married couple that had eaten countless times together before.