[DISCONTINUED] Catnip // Kitty Gang X Agust D

열셋 // 키스

13 // Kiseu

Prepare for something UNREALISTIC!~

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I stepped out of the bathroom to go check on Kitty. He was trembling and tense, maybe even crying. I touched his shoulder and he tensed again.

God, what am I doing? This is stupid.

"Kitty, um..."

"Leave me alone." He growled.

"You have some explaining to do." I mumbled.

"Why do I have to explain anything to you?"

I sat by him. "Because we made a truce."

He peeked at me from over his arm. "That wasn't a dream?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

He covered his head again and groaned loudly. "I hate everything." I put my hand on his back and sat by him. "What are you doing?"

"What any normal person would do to any other normal person."

"I'm not normal."

"I know."

"Ugh..."

We sat there in silence for a few minutes then finally Kitty relaxed and sat beside me rather than crouching. We glanced at each other then looked away. I looked at the TV's black screen, seeing our reflections. We were silent a couple more minutes, then...

"Dammit." Kitty muttered, then we looked at each other. "I'm sorry."

I blinked in surprise. "Holy fuck, you're what?"

"V would've wanted me to apologize." He looked down and picked at the carpet floor. "He's right though. I'm going to kill myself one day and it'll be because I was being stupid."

"But that's why he's there, right?"

He laughed softly. "I just wish he would trust me more. He's my best friend and he doesn't even..." He cringed. "Dammit."

"So..." He looked at me. "I'm going to take advantage of you being sober." I felt myself grin and so did he. I cleared my throat to try to be serious again. "V called you Jimin."

His smile immediately went away. "Don't call me that. Ever."

I studied him. He looked a little scared, and maybe mad. "Okay..." He turned away. "Tell me about him. Jimin, I mean."

He glanced at me and sighed. "Jimin is gone."

"Since when?"

He rubbed both his palms on the carpet. "Since forever, I think. I can't remember when it happened."

Wow, he's actually opening up to me.

What the fuck is wrong with him what did I do?

I had to choose my words carefully so he wouldn't be offended and leave. "Since you were a kid?"

"Ever since I knew how to use a gun well. My parents were... normal, so that was probably when I was in high school."

He's hiding something.

I brushed that thought away. "Who was your first kill?"

He glanced at me and shook his head. "Don't you remember?"

I tilted my head. "Remember what?"

"Remember that kid sitting behind you in middle school?" How does he know that? "Remember how you were weirded out because he kept staring at you?"

I looked at him. "How do you know that?"

He looked at me dead in the eye. Then I remembered. That small, weird, quiet boy from seventh grade with the dark hair and dark eyes. The creepy one everyone spread rumors about.

Park Jimin set the fire in the public library.

Park Jimin murdered the girl.

Park Jimin will kill you.

Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin.

"That was you?" I asked, surprised. "But you're so much younger than me!"

"I'm smart." He looked down again. "I belonged in fifth grade, really. Seventh grade was too much for me."

"You were eight!" He shrugged. "But you said it was high school—"

"My first kill was your first girlfriend. In seventh grade." My jaw dropped. Usually I was emotionless, so you could see how big of a surprise it was for me.

"You killed Marcy?"

He nodded. "Everyone was saying that I did."

"I thought they were just being weird."

"They were, but they were right."

"Ok...." I paused. "So how long have you been obsessed with me?"

He grabbed my collar and leaned towards me. "You mean in love with you?"

I blushed and pushed him away. "If you were in love with me you wouldn't hook up with every hot boy you see." He rolled his eyes.

Yep, still the same.

"Honestly, since you made that stupid presentation on Lions."

I couldn't remember. "What presentation?"

He grinned and imitated I guess what I sounded like back then. "U-Um, Lions are..."

I blushed. "Ok, there's no way I could've said that."

"You were a horrible public speaker." He giggled. "And you know what I said to you after you sat down and after everyone stopped laughing at you?"

I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

"I leaned over and whispered," He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I like kitties. I can be yours."

I shivered and he sat back, smirking at me. "You are weird." The corner of my mouth twitched upwards a bit though.

"And after that you told me to fuck off." He deadpanned.

It was my turn to shrug. "Of course I did."

"Of course you did." He repeated, smirking. We awkwardly stared at each other for a few moments and soon I felt his lips on mine again. I hadn't even noticed him leaning forward.

I was surprised at first, frozen, then blushed as I realized he was kissing me so deeply I was almost tempted to kiss back. He stopped and let his lips hover over mine. "So worth it." He whispered, then leaned back in.

The next time I closed my eyes and kissed him back. I wanted to stop but I couldn't. I was too drawn in. And he tasted so good.

No! Don't think that!

"Mm, stop. Stopstopstop." I mumbled, and he sat back. I was probably five shades of red at the same time. I jabbed at his chest with my finger. "We will never speak of that again."

He put his cold hands on my hot cheeks. "You kissed me back~"

I looked away. "I didn't want to."

"But you did~!"

I huffed and he lowered his arms. "I'm starting to regret this truce."

"I'm definitely not!" He smirked.

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Yep, unrealistic.

But at least I updated!!!

It's been so long...

I have like 12 more chapters already ready ;-;