Hunt

15 (final chapter)

            I stood in the hallway for a moment, frozen, I wanted to roll into a ball and cry. What had I done? Younghyun wasn't a bad person, he was an amazing person. Why did I listen to rumours instead of forming my own opinion on him? From the time we spent together and the things he did. He was a good person and he really liked me. I had just made him cry. What had I done? Can I fix it? Is it too late?
           I kicked into action and raced out the door, looking around. I ran down the drive and saw him walking down the middle of the otherwise empty street. He walked with little purpose, only to get away from me, away from his home, away. I ran after him without a second thought.
           "Younghyun! Stop! " I shouted after him. " I made a mistake, please!" I ran after him until I was right behind him. He turned around. "You didn't, you did exactly what you should have, I'm glad you did, really." There were tears in his eyes. "You're right, Abi, I am manipulative, I use my power, popularity and money and I'm an asshole and an immature, spoilt, rich kid." A single tear rolled down his cheeks. He had looked so happy earlier, playing music with his friends, and now he looked like this, and it was my fault.
        "That's not true, Younghyun, you're different." He just shook his head, "Someone as beautiful as you deserves someone better, someone nice and caring, I've honestly never been happier someone rejected me." He tried to fake a smile but it just caused more tears to spill out of his eyes and flow down his beautiful, sad face. I wiped them away holding his cheeks and stared into his eyes, "I like you Younghyun, really! I like you! Fuck it, I love you Younghyun!" I was starting to tear up now. "Please! The past week Has been so much fun simply because you've been in it. I love you Kang Younghyun! " I shouted through tears.
        I looked at the man I had reduced to tears standing wearily in front of me. I moved as close to him as I possibly could and looked into his eyes, there must be some feeling in there somewhere. Painfully slowly, his face began to soften. Younghyun lifted his arm cautiously and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear, letting his hand rest on my cheek. "You mean it." It wasn't a question, the way he said it, it was a fact. He began to smile, the same smile he gave me the first day we met.
          I nodded desperately and then pulled away, he looked at me confused. I pulled out my phone, it was three minutes past twelve so technically it was Saturday morning. I somehow found it in me to laugh, "Wonpil's technically lost the bet you know, its not Friday night anymore. I'm sorry this couldn't happen three minutes earlier.." Younghyun couldn't help but laugh either.  "They've argued so much over that bet, I thought they'd actually kill each other."
          Younghyun bit his lip and slowly stepped closer to me. His hand found its way to my cheek once more and as he leaned in, I was sure I had never felt happier. He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me, standing in the middle of the quiet, deserted street. His lips were warm against my skin on the cool night and I clung onto him and hugged him like I could never let him go.