Fear | K.th [Editing]

Consequences Of Sinning [64°]

"Oh."

He stops in the doorway, surprised to see me sitting here. He lowers his eyes onto my attire, noticing that I had changed my outfit. He doesn't comment on it though. I look away, asking the bartender for another drink.

He advances toward a stool, two seats away from me. Taking out a cigarette, one hand slides into his pocket. The bartender asks what he wants. "Brandy, keep em' comin'." Was his answer, grabbing an ash try near him to tap the ashes from his cigarette.

I keep my eyes lowered in front me, focused on the buzzing voice coming from the jukebox. It was just us two and the bartender; some gruff older man.

I notice movement in the corner of my eye, Korain placing his elbow onto the counter and resting his head on the palm of his hand. I hold my breath when he blows the smoke of the cigarette into my direction.

Another 'oh' comes from him, this time more of a pixieish tone. "Oh, dear. Oh, my. This cigarette isn't good for yuh to be inhalin'." He bellows, glancing down at the cigarette perched between two of his fingers before leaning in with his shoulder. "'N neither is drinkin' alcohol."

I look at him, scowling as I waft the smoke out of the air. "Thanks for the pro tip." I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

A throaty laugh comes from beside me. The bartender places the drink onto the counter. "What a predicament; yous outta all people in a bar along wit' me...how...rivetin'."

"Mhm..."

"Yuh know, Taehyung had said some pretty edgy shit to me the other day...would ya help me figure it out?" I shake my head, but he continues anyway despite my decline. "I think it went a little like this...'We were created from chaos,'...'we were born to destroy, yet, I made life.' Now, what could that possibly mean?" He ponders aloud, tapping his finger against his chin.

I sigh, rubbing my temples. "It's a metaphor for something."

"Bingo!" He points at his nose, sticking his tongue out. "So, what're ya havin' tonight?" He peers over my arm to see what's in my glass. I place the palm of my hand on my neck, blocking his view. His eyes change, mischievous to roguish. "Yer aware of what's goin' on wit' yer body?" He confirms, aggravating me. "How'd ya figure it out?"

I laugh quietly, shrugging as I push away the Virgin Mary I was drinking. "It was just a feeling." I concede, letting out a shaky breath.

"So, it's true."

I nod.

"Ain't that pitiful." I glare at him, feeling tears prick my eyes. He was smirking, eyebrows raised as he tilts his head. "Look at how the tables have turned...how ya came 'n ruined me 'n Gguk's time together. I'm doin' it now, kind of ironic--except--ha, yer in trouble, BIG, trouble." He cackles, degrading my wellbeing.

He gets off the stool, parading over to the jukebox to put on a song. I watch his every move over my shoulder.

"You'll be trapped 'ere forever 'n live out the rest of ya days wit' the spawn of the devil to keep yuh warm at night, Dollie." He turns around, finding his words humorous.

I start to retaliate, but I suddenly hear a chime.

He looks at me confused when I begin to grin as well. "It is ironic how you say I'm the one in trouble." He parts his mouth to speak, "You see, I was always one step ahead of you." I face him, entwining my fingers together.

"What are ya sayin', ya think yer better than me—" He stops when alarms start blaring, gun shots being heard from the hallways. He stares at me, knowing what I had done. Then screams of horror erupt. His head whips to the door.