Bad Influence | Leo (VIXX) X Reader | VIXX Fanfic | COMPLETED

Chapter thirty two

Play the song, babies! (Surprise surprise, another VIXX gem.)

That night, I sit in bed in the empty hotel room alone, my head throbbing and my body weak, still in my black dress.

Lisa headed over to her friends' room about an hour ago with her bags. The clock said 9:00 PM. It is dinner time, I hear the students walking along the hallway, shouting and talking as they went.

I have already informed the teacher that I will not be attending dinner, my excuse is being sick.

As my eyes pass over each detail of the room, just for distracting myself from the agonising pain and hunger.

It's feeling of success, I tell myself as I sip some water. I want to be perfect.

I get up from bed to change and a knock on the door disturbs me. I slowly walk over and open it to find Leo standing, his hand on the wall steadying him, his other hand with a half empty wine bottle.

He walks in and slams the door shut. He locks the door and looks at my shocked face.

"Have you been drinking?" I ask grabbing the bottle from him. Yep, champagne. "Where did you even get this from?"

"I brought it from home." He could sit stand straight. He isn't that drunk after all.

"So you have been drinking?" I confront him.

"Yeah. A little. So what?" He asks. He walks over to the bed and falls back onto it.

"You shouldn't be drinking!" I whisper shout at him. As I walk over, he snatches the bottle back from me and starts drinking again.

"And you should be eating!" He shouts this time as he sitting up.

"I can't." I reply.

"Well, then I have to drink." He replies. "And it's champagne, it's classy."

"Where did you even get the money to buy it?" I ask, silently hoping he hadn't stolen it.

"I have a job." He snaps back. "You want some?" He walks over to me and extends the bottle.

I shake my head and push it back. He rolls his eyes and walks past me to the switch board.

Suddenly, darkness envelopes the room.

"What are you doing?" I whisper shout again, worrying constant about getting caught.

I feel the empty bottle thrust against my chest. "Hold it." His now quiet voice commands. I take it with the intention to keep it away but I realise it's empty.

He pushes me back till the bed hits the back of my knee. He grabs the bottle and places it somewhere.

By now my eyes are starting to adjust to the dark. I can make out his silhouette come back to stand in front of me.

His hands go around my waist, almost sizing them, and pull me towards him. I feel his hand move up and search for something. He grabs the zipper and drags it down quickly.

"What are you doing?" I exclaim as I try to push him away.

"I won't do anything." He whispers as he pushes me backwards, letting me fall onto the bed.

"I am out of wine now, so now I need something else to comfort me now." He says as he gets on to the bed.

"Why are you doing all this?" I ask as I sit up and pull my zipper back up.

"You are indulging in your kind of self destructive behaviour and I am in mine." He says as he pulls me down again.

"Drinking and harassing others is your way of coping?" I say, mocking him. As I listen to myself, I breathe and calm myself down. "Just talk to me. What happened during this 'last time' you keep mentioning."

Heya babies!

The Phantom of the Opera 25th anniversary special recording is now on YouTube for like 24 hours so those who want to see it can do that.

I watched it again and I just love it. I was pretty much crying through the last scene.

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Hugs and kisses from Cheonsa.