Big Brother | Kyungsoo

Movie Night

After lunch, I found my way back to class. The mix of my newfound sadness, and my complete exhaustion, resulted in me sleeping through the last classes. The teachers didn't dare wake me, knowing I'm normally an honor student, and this is rare for me.
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I felt a hand lightly combing through my hair. I squinted my eyes open, noticing the class was now empty, and looking at the owner of the hand.
"Sleepy, huh?" Kyungsoo teased.
I looked away, remembering what I was told earlier, and moved his hand off of my head. He seemed surprised and offended, but kept silent. I never acted like this to him. Ever. Every day, I'd greet him with a smile, and go the extra mile no matter what, so long as it would make him happy. Today, I wasn't going to do that. Obviously, I wasn't enough for him, so he could find someone else to idolize him like I do. Or, rather, did.

I grabbed my bag, and shoved my books inside. After, I rubbed my eyes angrily, and walked ahead of him; right out of the classroom door. He ran, catching up with me, and looking at me with a hurt expression. I looked away. Seeing him like that made me hurt, as well. My anger faltered, but was quickly reignited as we walked past Sulli in the hall, and she tried to stop him to flirt.

Whatever. See if I care.

He put his hand up to stop her, and kept walking with me.

The walk home was dead silent. He made no attempt to talk to me, but kept glancing at me, probably hoping I would. I didn't.

When we got home, I went straight to my room, and started packing my bag. My eyes watered thinking about what all happened today, but I rubbed the tears from them, and kept going. Finally, I finished, and changed into more casual clothes. I threw my bag over my shoulder, and left my room. Kyungsoo was sitting in the living room, hands in his lap, with a sad expression. He had changed into a grey hoodie, and black ripped jeans. I had gotten him that hoodie for his birthday last year. I looked away, and headed straight to the door.
He stopped me by asking, "Y/n? Where are you going?"
"Baekhyun's house." I replied bluntly.
He looked confused, then worried, then angry, all in a matter of seconds.
"Chanyeol will be there too, right?" He asked with an useasy tone.
I felt the tension build as I answered, "No. Only me and Baek."
"No. You can't go." He stated.
"Why not?" I asked, irritated.
"No way that you're sleeping over with a boy; all alone. It's not safe, y/n." He sighed.
I felt anger building in my stomach.
"So it's okay when you do it, but not when I do?" I said, scoffing.
"Y/n... What are you talking about?"
I was so irritated, I ignored his words, and reached for the door handle. In the blink of an eye, the door was touching my back, and he had me pinned.
"I said no." He whispered.
I felt so angry, but in a split second, the anger became sadness. My eyes watered, and my legs felt weak. He seemed to notice this, because he brought a hand up to my cheek, rubbing his thumb in circles, comfortingly.
"What's wrong, princess?" He asked, looking into my eyes, with much concern.
I didn't know what to say. I wanted nothing more than to be held in that moment.
I started crying even more, and he brought me into his arms. He smelled so good. I felt his muscular arms get even harder as he lifted me up, and sat us both down, sitting me in his lap as he sat on the couch. He put his lips to my ear, whispering, "tell me what's going on your life. I'm still here. I haven't left. Open up to me.."
I held him tighter, and cried into his shoulder. My voice cracked as I whispered back, "You're going away from me.. I miss you.. When did girls become more important to you than me..?"
He seemed surprised, but chuckled. His voice was deep and raspy as his lips grazed my ears, saying, "You're the only one that matters to me."
I looked up at him with watery eyes. His round eyes seemed to scan my face, particularly my lips, and then down to where I was sitting in his lap.
He smiled in an indescribable way, and asked, "How about we watch a movie together, instead of you leaving? I miss you, too."
I smiled genuinely, and got up to move off of his lap. He stopped me, smiling wider, and turned me around so that I was sitting in between his legs, with his chest against my back. It felt so comfortable. He reached his hands around my body, resting them on my lower stomach. I smiled, getting the remote, and choosing to watch Titanic. I expected him to disapprove, but he was completely compliant as the movie started playing.
The movie was good, and his cologne was, too. Everytime I looked at him, he seemed to be staring, but I didn't pay it any mind. It felt so good knowing his eyes were only on me.