Sleeping With The Enemy (A KaiSoo Fanfic)

Day 37

Kyungsoo

Despite all these mixed feelings spinning around inside of me, I had to try and act nonchalant about the situation. I figured if I did it that way, Kai would get the hint and just leave me alone. I know it wasn't a very good plan, but it was the only thing I could think of that wouldn't get me into any kind of trouble.

I had to leave study hall a few minutes earlier than usual because I had a personal voice lesson with my vocal teacher before class later that afternoon. The halls were pretty much empty as I walked, except a few kids and teachers passing by me every once and awhile. I was strolling along just fine when I felt a hand latch around my wrist and pull me to the side. I didn't catch a glimpse of the culprit until I was harshly pulled into the janitor's closet, my back shoved against the bare wall.

"Kai, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked him, his face pretty blank and expressionless. "You can't just do that to people! It's rude and actually pretty terrifying!"

"Just shut up, okay?" he said, his tone not too loud or soft.

"And why should I listen to you?"

"Because it's the least you can do after causing me all this stress."

"What?! I caused you stress?" I asked in total disbelief, my eyes wide.

"Yeah, you did," he replied matter-of-factly.

"You've got to be kidding me right now." I chuckled and briefly glanced to the side. "What did I do to make you stressed out?"

"You pissed me off, that's what you did." I rolled my eyes and turned my face to the side again, leaving it there for longer this time. "Yah, look at me." I sighed in annoyance and faced him again. "You want to know why you pissed me off?"

"Please enlighten me," I said as sarcastically as I possibly could.

"First of all, you through an absolute fit because I kissed you, then you through even bigger one when I couldn't tell you why I kissed you, and finally you've been making me feel all these things I shouldn't feel."

"What are you even talking about?" I questioned with knitted eyebrows. "Let's get this straight, I didn't ask you to kiss me, which is basically assault, and when I tried to be nice and let you off if you just told me the truth, you were the one who threw a fit, not me."

He rolled his eyes. "Giving you one little kiss was hardly assault."

"Well, it sure as hell wasn't consensual and I'm pretty sure anything nonconsensual counts as assault."

He didn't say anything back to that for a while and I was beginning to wonder if he dragged me in there just to harass me some more. "Why don't you like me?" he asked, a sudden calmness in his voice.

"Oh, so you're one of those people who has to be liked by everyone, is that it?" I said. "Well, let me tell you something right now, not everyone does nor do they have to. And that is precisely the reason I don't like you. Because you think everyone should. You parade around this school like you own the place, when in all reality, you're just pathetic and empty and void. You're not special, so stop acting like it, and maybe I'll consider liking you." 

It honestly felt really good to get all that off my chest, but it would have felt better if I got a decent, angry reaction from him. Instead, the once hard expression on his face softened into almost saddened one. I narrowed my eyes slightly in confusion.

"I'm sorry," was all he said after about a minute had passed.

"Sorry? After all that, all you have to say is sorry?" I asked in shock.