Soul Breaker {Kaisoo § Chanbaek}

Chapter 15

Cerberus' growl wakes Kyungsoo up and he stands, gun drawn. The hound sleeping at his feet calms down instantly as its master pets its heads, red eyes on Kyungsoo.

"Are you planning on killing me with this?" Jongin asks with a chuckle and Kyungsoo puts the gun away, laying back down.

"Maybe," he answers as he closes his eyes, ready to go back to sleep. "What do you want?" he asks impatiently.

Jongin is quiet for some time. He almost wakes Kyungsoo back up when he speaks next. "You're angry with me."

Kyungsoo opens his eyes and sights. He thinks about what to tell him, whether to say the truth, speak his mind. Jongin must feel his annoyance because he stands and comes to sit closer to him. Kyungsoo does not turn to look at him. He speaks to the ceiling, voice tight.

"This sword... It's a curse, Jongin. I felt it when I touched it. It's only going to bring you pain."

The answer is unexpected. "For a Soul Breaker, you are quite the sensitive little thing."

He turns sharp eyes towards the Devil. "Fuck you," he vehemently throws before laying on his side, his back to Jongin.

The Devil chuckles and there is a second of raw emptiness in Kyungsoo's heart before he feels the bed dip beside him, strong arms coming to turn him around.

He tries to pull away angrily but Jongin tightens his hold. Kyungsoo throws his elbow back into the other man's ribs, causing him to instantly release him. He goes to sit at the other end of the bed, throwing a vengeful look at the Devil.

Jongin is smiling, the bastard, rubbing the spot where Kyungsoo has hit him. "From where I'm sitting, you're the one hurting me right now."

Kyungsoo rolls his eyes at the cheeky remark and lays back against the headset. Cerberus comes to rest between his legs, probably sensing his discomfort. Kyungsoo lets his hands comb through the soft black fur, thoughts elsewhere.

"Cerberus, as much as I adore you, I'm going to need you to move," Jongin's voice is soft but firm and the dog moves back at the end of the bed obediently.

Kyungsoo turns to see Jongin elegantly contour the bed to come sit by his side, eyes gleaming in the darkness. He is watching him intently.

"I thought you wanted to fight," he says and Kyungsoo frowns. "I do. I will. It's not about that."

"Then what do you expect of me?" he asks.

It pisses Kyungsoo off. "I... Fuck, I'm not good with sentiment, Jongin. You know what I meant."

He meets the Devil's eyes head on. They are as beautiful as ever, blood red, dark pupils blown wide. Kyungsoo can't seem to stop starring at them, doesn't seem to want to stop. When has this become his world, the color of those eyes? Has he fallen so low he expects those eyes to listen to anything he tells them? Is he so weak he thinks he can control the Devil himself?

"You are scarred you are going to lose me like you lost them," Jongin remarks, eyes stern.

Kyungsoo's frown deepens. The other man doesn't get it. At all.

"No," he answers firmly "My family has nothing to do with this."

It surprises Jongin and compels Kyungsoo to explain, to make himself clear.

"I don't want you to feel pain, Jongin. I don't want you to suffer. I know you want revenge, I understand, better than you think. But there are things you won't be able to control up there. You could lose your brothers, lose yourself..."

He wants to reach out, but he wields himself not to. This isn't a game. He needs Jongin to understand.

"May I show you something?" he asks Kyungsoo and the other man nods.