Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

45.

He knocks on the door again. "Yah! Is that any way to treat your escort?!"

Oh my goodness what do I do? Panic?

Panic. That sounds like the right thing.

"Jesus fucking- I know you're panicking in there. Open the door June." The knocking gets more persistent, but I can't get my body to move. What the fuck is Luhan doing here...

He'll find some way in here if I don't open it myself...the last thing I need is both him and Jongin 'poofing' in here without my permission and finding me frozen like an idiot leaning against the door. Not to mention the party starts soon-

"Are you going to come out any time soon, the party is about to start- oh there you are." He looks pleasantly surprised that I managed to come out on my own and without him having to go in himself. His hair is shorter than it was the last time I saw him, and it's gone back to being a dark brown. He's smiling innocently in his black and white tuxedo, and I want to go back into my room. He looks hot, and it's pissing me off. I start to turn around, but he's faster and grabs my upper arm effectively keeping me from escaping. "You have a party to attend."

I cringe and relax in his grip. He lets go of me, and I walk ahead of him avoiding any and all eye contact. Who would have known I'd be here avoiding eye contact with the exact person who taught me the rule. I walk quickly, but he keeps up easily.

"You look nice," he tries to get me to engage in conversation.

"Thanks," I say with a clipped voice. Why is he talking to me so easily? Shouldn't he be mad at me? I'm mad at me. I can't even look at him without thinking about what happened between us.

"Hey," his hand brushes against mine and I jerk away from him hard. I clutch my hand to my chest and finally look at him. Albeit fearfully, I look at his face. He looks hurt by the action, but quickly covers the emotion on his face with concern. "We need to talk," he says cautiously.

The last time I heard that I ended up being yelled at and in tears.

"Please," he whispers.

I glance around the empty hall and then back to him. "Make it quick. I need to be downstairs."

Suddenly put on the sport, he splutters for his words for a bit. "I'm sorry!" he says finally. His shoulders sag. He pushes a hand through his gelled hair, "I'm sorry for hitting you, and for not thinking about how you must have felt at the time. I don't know, I just suddenly felt so angry at the time and I wasn't thinking. I would never put my hands on you like that. The guilt has been...suffocating me, and I just don't want you to hate me after what I did. I'm so fucking sorry. Please forgive me, I never wanted to hurt you or for you to be taken away. I didn't mean anything that I said. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry-" his words begin to get a bit caught up as he tries to pretend that he isn't going to cry.

I decide to hug him to shut up him before he does. He returns the gesture and so hard that I'm nearly squished to death.

"You don't have to apologize. I was wrong for what I said. I'm sorry for not listening to what you guys had to say. I was...I was just really angry too and I couldn't get myself to shut up and calm down. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for blowing up at you guys." I tighten my hold around him. "So stop crying."

"I'm not crying," he whines.

"Yeah yeah, cause you're a strong man blah blah. Men can cry too." I grumble. "I missed you...I'm sorry for not listening." I feel my throat tightening. If I'd just sat the fuck down and stopped trying to argue with them, then maybe I wouldn't have been taken. I would have never gone through all of that.