Desperado | Lee Felix

inevitable

You tossed and turned in your bed for hours. You couldn't find sleep.

You were trying not to blame yourself, like Jae had said, and to move on, but it wasn't that easy. Especially when Woojin had sacrificed everything for you. To keep you safe.

You shot up in bed. You couldn't do this. Someone died for you, and you were sitting in bed.

I haven't trained in a while.

You swung your legs out of bed, and fished through the duffel bag you had taken with you, when you ran away that one time. It was currently sitting in the corner of the room, things had been so crazy since you returned, you honestly had no clue how it got there.

You pulled out some simple clothes from it and quickly changed into it. You eyed your uniform that you used to wear, but quickly decided against it. The elders had made it, you didn't want to touch it.

What happened to them anyway?

You walked down the hallway, looking for some sort of room you could use, with these thoughts running through your mind.

After you had discovered Henry and discovered that your home had been destroyed, they had pretty much disappeared. They were probably hiding somewhere, secretly plotting a way to rise to the top.

You heart ached as you thought of Elder Rhiannon. He really was a bad guy, then. He had always been the one to stand up for you, the one to stop Elder Diabolos when necessary. Apparently, it was all just a trick.

You sighed and the giggled, as you remembered Chan's broccoli hair. It was blonde now, but it looked like it was dying.

You peeked into a random room and smiled in delight. It was pretty much an empty room, with gray floors and mirrors on each wall. In the corner was also a red punching bag, and hand wraps next to it.

In other words, jackpot.

Not able to wipe the smile off your face, you walked over to the punching bag. First, you sat down and stretched. You hadn't been lying when you said it's been a while, you didn't want to hurt yourself.

After you were done, you got up and quickly wrapped your hands, with the white bandage like things, that were in the corner.

Then you attacked the punching bag. You felt all your past feelings and rage exploding through each jab you took at the bag.

The elders lying to you.

Three punches.

The stress of finding your soulmate.

Another three punches.

Henry.

Five punches.

And you kept going. Punch after punch until sweat was dripping down your forehead and down your back. Your hands were bleeding, even though you had wrapped them. You were panting, but you didn't stop.

You didn't even notice when the door creaked open again, and someone walked inside. You didn't notice when they sat down and began watching you.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side," you heard someone say.

You whipped around and held your hands in the punching stance. You guessed it was just locked in at this point.

You sighed in relief, when you realized it was just Chan. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of you, with his arms crossed and a playful smile on his face.

"Oh it's just you," you said, turning around to begin going at the bag again.

"Y/n, your hands are bleeding," he said.