Fated

Chapter 11: "Injuries"

Unedited part so bear with the mistakes~

*YN’s POV*

I was awakened by the sound coming from outside. I let out a quiet gasp, my eyes blinking continuously, adjusting to the environment. I sat up right as I wiped away the perspiration glistening on my face. I was still in my white flare dress that I used in the party last night. But,  where am I?

I observed the room intensively. Rays of light filtered through the palladium glass window showering the dark room in brilliance.

I looked at the furniture. It was almost all black, only few were white.

“How familiar.” I said, frowning slightly.

As my head cleared, I recalled having seen those furniture before. I stared at the portrait of the person displayed on the wall. Oh right, this is Jo Kwangmin’s room. 

Wait. Why the heck am I here?

Wild, fragmented thoughts raced through my mind. I drew long tired breaths and leaned back. Right, I fainted in Madison’s birthday party last night. Because I was seasick (?) And right now, I’m laying on Kwangmin’s bed. Great, I bet those fangirls are hunting down my meat. 

Out of the blue, the smashing of clay could be heard again. 

Alarmed, I pushed the duvet cover from me and stood up, making my way towards the door.

…

My bare feet settled onto the cold and polished marble flooring, I brisk-walked to the sound that seemed like shattering glass. It was coming from the library. As I neared the door, I caught a glimpse of his brown hair. Jo Youngmin?

I peered at the figures through the glass door. Kwangmin sat on a velvet fabricated sofa, his shoulders sagged in defeat as he tried calming down his brother. “Hyung.” He maintained.

What are they doing there?

“I was so stupid, I didn’t see that coming.” Youngmin shook his hand, running his fingers through his chocolate hair over and over again. He was still dressed in his tuxedo, his tie hanging loose, and his sleeves rolled up till his arm.

He sighed and continued, “I was just trying to be a gentlemen.”

“What? With Madison?” Kwangmin interrupted.

“Yeah. She suddenly came bolting to me asking me why I chose YN over her. I tried to be nice and I was trying everything to calm her down but she insisted an answer.”

“Then why didn’t you just push her when she tried kissing you?” Kwangmin questioned.

“I told you, I didn’t see that coming! I was too busy of thinking what I should do to calm her down!” He growled before knocking down another clay pot onto the floor. The pieces scattered everywhere. “Now YN probably thinks I some sort of player like other guys!”

“Hyung, calm down, you shouldn’t take out your anger like this.” Kwangmin said quietly.

“Can’t you see?! The way her hurtful eyes were staring at me, have been lingering in my mind all day long. I just don’t know how I can have her back…” He replied sorrowfully.

“Do you like her that much that you’re afraid to lose her?”

Youngmin seemed a little surprised.