serial killer || pcy ✓

ℓ-11

One whole week.

Seven days with Chanyeol as my boyfriend was unbelievable. And in those days, I feel like I've known him a thousand times more.

How he explains that he doesn't get angry easily, unless he loses something, and that he'll be angry while looking for it. After he finds it though, he'll be back to his cheerful, smiley self. He used to play many instruments when he was young

But still, I feel that I've not known him enough to be what he claims "his".

There is one thing that he keeps from us, everyone single one in this household. And I have a feeling that it's something so dangerous, that it can kill.

And it's happening soon.

* *

"Today, I have assigned you into pairs for a mini project." Our Chemistry teacher had planned a project that would last only two days for the March holidays that were coming up.

Of course, the room boomed with unsatisfactory and I rolled my eyes and cursed underneath my breath when the list of names were passed around.

Kim Quinine, Kim Jongdae.

Ah, that little guy. He isn't much taller than  me. Inside, he's soft and sweet, just like Chanyeol.

Speaking of Chanyeol, where would his name be?

Park Chanyeol, Do Kyungsoo.

Keke, too bad he got that savage guy. Kyungsoo seems quite adorable though, it's just his large satanic eyes that are able to pierce through your soul make you feel inferior when you are with him.

Jongdae took the initiative to move his chair to my table and sat on his place cheerfully, "Quinine-ah! It's nice to be partners with you!"

Omona, why is he so loving~

It was when we were supposed to head to the lab for some experiment and everyone was so excited for it, I tripped over a leg that led me crashing to the ground.

I spun around to see a guy apologizing sincerely and I instantly forgave him, I felt my whole body being lifted up.

"Gwenchana?" I smiled, "Gwomawo Chan-ah."

"Chan? Nan Jongdae ah!"

Mwo? The guy who lifted me up was Jongdae-oppa? Then I panicked, where was Chanyeol?

And there he was, standing by the lockers and leaning into them, having his arms crossed in front of his chest with his brows knitted together in fury.

I wanted to take a step forward and call out to him, but then he shot me a look and mumbled something that broke my heart.

* *

The school bell rang, signalling the end of school hours. Together with the bunch of students who ran off at lightning speed, I too rushed off to catch up with Chanyeol who was making his way out of the hallway.

Squeezing through the sweaty bodies of students, I finally managed to catch up with him, who was trying to avoid any contact with me.

When we got home, he flung his bag onto the couch and laid on it with a light bounce. Rushing up to him and sharing the seat on the couch, I grabbed onto his shoulder and started to rock him sideways.

"Yah! Why are you ignoring me? Wae?~" Whining like the baby I am, he snapped at me with furious eyes, "Hajimalago! It's annoying."

And I stopped, like a puppy obeying his owner.

Chanyeol stood up and marched away from me and I caught his wrist once again but got pushed away lightly, "Stop touching me, I'm disgusted by you."

And I stopped again, with my heart sinking to down to my tummy. It was weird how such phrase felt real, how the butterflies died.

Why is he being like this?

* *

"Adeul, it's time for​ dinner!" For the third time, Eomoni had been calling out for Chanyeol, he did not once step out from his room ever since our little quarrel.

Standing up from the couch, I slowly made my way to his door, preparing to knock on it. My hands clutched tightly onto his doorknob and was about to turn it when the door swung open forcefully, to reveal a fuming Chanyeol.

"Gabeo lida. (go away)"

I bit my lip, taking a step back to free a path for him. And he walked passed me, like I was invisible.

During dinner, instead of seating beside he like he always did, he moved away to seat with Eonni, who was confused of what was happening.

'What's with him?'

Eonni mouthed to me and all I could was to shrugged helplessly, even I have zero knowledge of what's going on.

Dinner passed by slowly due to the never-ending awkwardness between us four.

Chanyeol went back to his room, slamming his door shut. Then I decided, I should talk it out with him.

Twisting the doorknob with care, I pushed it forward meticulously, and there laid a body which instantly snapped when he saw me.

"What. Do you. Want." Chanyeol spoke to me with ferocious eyes, like a lion hunting its prey.

"Why are you being like that?" My voice came out in a small quivering tone which made me appear small to him, or rather, powerless.

"Because, you were flirting with him."

Him?

"Jongdae?" I asked with my brows stitched.

"Who the fuck else?" I should feel anger instead of guilt, what did I do?

"I wasn't flirting, he just helped me out."

"And you gladly accepted his skinship when I was clearly uncomfortable." His face was wrinkled with anger, his pupils displayed jealousy.

My anger rose, like lava soon erupting from its volcano, "At least, he helped. Unlike you, who calls yourself my boyfriend and did nothing but yell at me."

That sentence seemed to bring his violent self out. Chanyeol grabbed my wrist and pinned my against the wall, scoffing as he spoke to me, "Huh, what did you just say?"

My words came out confidently, spitting at his face, "Don't call yourself my boyfriend if you can't even do the simplest job like helping."

Daebak Quinine, you are the best for saying that phrase.

Chanyeol tightened his grip on my wrist and I yelped at the pain, he pulled me away from he wall and then pushed me hard, resulting me to crash into the wall.

Then he stormed off, out of this house.

"Quinine-ah! Gwenchana??" I lifted my head up to see Eomoni, anxiousness eating up her. I nodded my head in reply. Trying to stand up, I ended up falling back onto the ground.

Smiling, I reassured her that things were alright. I sat on the ground, not able to move due to the pain in my back, specifically, my spinal cord.

Those harsh words he said had brought out my emotional self for the day, and they keep replaying in my mind.

When I opened his door, 'Gabeo lida.'

The way he stared at me, full of disgust and hatred.

When he was standing by the lockers, 'Geoleon amkae.' (such a bitch)

Amkae..