chapstick.

xiii

i wasn't satisfied with his answers. i needed to know more.

"are you in danger?"

he nods.

"so are you."

i froze.

"my father found out about you- well, about our relationship. uh, not technically. he thinks that your my friend."

"w-what's the problem with that?"

"he thinks that i don't deserve friends. he thinks that i will betray him. he tells me that i shouldn't of been born."

i heard his voice crack as he explained.

"i.. i think so too."

"i think you shouldn't allow him to put shit like that in your head."

"he tells me that no one loves me."

"he's wrong, i love you."

"he told me that you won't anymore."

his voice was stern. his eyes were dark and he seemed to be serious. i was scared. i'm not going to lie. this is scary.

"what?"

"shh, he won't hurt you hyung. i will not let him."

he tightens his grip on my body. he whispers, "not over my dead body."

❝i would die for you
you're just a sinner i am told;
be your fire when you're cold; make you happy when you're sad
make you good when you are bad.❞

ㅡ prince