Boy Meets D.Evil

2.3

Short cheesy chapter ahead~

A wave of inspiration found me in the middle of the night. Yeong's calm breathing and the breeze strolling through the streets outside are the only sounds. It's not as dark as I thought it would be, Yeong's pale skin gleamed under the moonlight and for a moment I thought I was in a magical garden surrounded by glowing lilies. Her arm seems weightless across my chest, her face is buried in my neck, black hair felt like silk against my skin and her flowery scent enriched the space around us.

I'd love to stay like this. Go to bed like this every single night. But right now, too much is going through my head and I tried to leave the bed without waking Yeong up. I have to write these down, I have to let her know how I feel since I'm having trouble saying it aloud. If I write these thoughts down, and you hear them with the tune of my heart, will you understand then? Will you listen to our story of playing death?

In the beginning, there was nothing more aside from an innocent crush between two classmates. However, the second you were born, you thought you were blessed with a curse and carried your name with shame. Since I was called the devil myself, I taught you to carry your name with pride. Even if it means just the two of us against the world, the border between life and death, and faith. The only difference is that you're far from what everyone puts you to be. Do you ever wonder what our lives would look like if we never met?

Who would you skip class with to go on adventures? Would you laugh as much? Enjoy the short time we had together with someone else?

I can't imagine spending a single lifetime without you. No matter what universe we meet in, with different names and circumstances, I think every version of me, every bit of my being, will always find a way to you. 

Some of my thoughts that evening spilt out of my mouth unconsciously, Yeong absorbed all of it and pretended to be asleep with an innocent smile on her face. 

"Can you tell me what were you doing up at like 4 am?", Yeong asked and I looked up at her, putting down what I was doing which is searching for the murder weapon we hid in the floor. She's sitting on the kitchen cupboard and swinging her bare legs playfully

"Right, why are you wearing my t-shirt again? Aren't you cold like this?"

"It's my job as your girlfriend now, virgin boy"

"You weren't calling me that when I-"

"Okay okay, calm down Johnny Sins", I sent her a questioning look as she jumped down and walked towards me

"How do you know about him? Actually, why am I surprised? And what are you trying to say, that I'm balding?", Yeong sat in my lap while chuckling and pulled my face in a kiss. Needless to say, I kissed her back and placed my hands on her soft thighs, digging my fingers in captivating flesh and pulling her closer. Contradictory to our actions, the kiss was soft and gentle yet our breathing still got heavy and she exhaled my name

"What is it, Sasha?"

"Sasha?"

"Grey"

"I hate you, you fucking pervert", Yeong's cheeks reddened, she slapped my chest and looked away shyly

"Hmm, no, you don't hate me", I made the flustered girl face me by cupping her cheek. Her eyes read well on my face what I meant, then I leaned closer so our lips nearly touched and smiled in anticipation

"What? What do you want?", her voice sounded slightly irritated but I know she's just not good at expressing emotions, just like me. That's why we brought all the mess upon us, so this time we should do better