stuck [choi yeonjun]

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The weather is so warm today. I yawn, watching clouds drifting by on the most relaxed of breezes, helping my eyes to appreciate the blueskybird all the more through the window.

I scoff in impeachment as reality hits me. Looking around, that stupid demon is nowhere to be seen in this room. I don't want to face him early in the morning. At least he bothered to put me on his oversized shirt.

The bathroom's door frankly opens, dragging my attention. Half naked Yeonjun whose lower being covered in a towel shows up infront of me, smirking and playing whistles. His adam's apple is too enthralling somehow and his hair is dampish as a blob of water drips, meandering down on the way from his hair to neck to chest to abs to abdomen. Why are my eyes staring and checking him out? I look away with bewilderment and repentance.

"You can continue checking me out huh." He sneers at me.

"W-wait why are you changing infront of me?" I stammer, wanting to disappear.

"Not like you haven't observed my dashing body before." He rolls his eyes, his hand reaching at the hem of his towel. I shut my eyes tightly not delaying any seconds.

"Duh I'm dressed now." He snorts as I glare at him. He comes closer and tugs my hair behind my ears, staring at me with his cold red eyes which completely lack warmth. I feel like I don't know him anymore. Of course he's not whom I used to know. Do I even know?

"Why are you holding your breath?" He asks, his tone feels empty like my soul. I look away again but he holds my chin harshly.

"Look, feel, breath and dream the world I have dreamt of. I'm your existence after all you have no choice other than that." He chuckles bitterly. Why's he so mean to me.

"Didn't Yeonjun warn you not to fall for him? Yet you never stopped him from doing what he liked to do to you. He's me after all. You can never stop me either eh pathetic. Nothing and no one in this world can stop me. You are feeling hurt now. Ain't I right?" He speaks as I roll my eyes, "Of course no. Not after knowing it's your stupid version."

"The Yeonjun you want is gone. He has given up Sora. Do you have any idea now what I can do to you and what not? He isn't here anymore and he is never going to. Strangely, you helped me." He mocks whereupon I feel puzzled, "How?" Whenever he talks shits about Yeonjun, it makes me want to punch him right on his pretty face.

"I didn't defeat him. You did. The reason why he had to call me is you. No matter what the circumstances were but the reason is still you." He smirks widely. A strange congestion hits me. I open my mouth to say but the air feels like a slap. This can't be...it's all my fault. Help? My absence made him miserable to the point that he had to gave up on himself just to find me out with the help of his demon, the demon he despises. In the end, I'm so fucking useless.