Your Love is Unkind

Fight Night

I had never used my hands to fight. I was more of words type of guy, and I only worked out at the gym to look fit. I had never had to use force before that day.

As soon as the words left my mouth, the smaller figure lunged towards me. Without thinking my right fist lands on his chin and he's laid out on steps. I stared down and giggled a little before I remembered we were not alone. The second figure stood and towered over me. A panic spread through my limbs and I was paralyzed for a second. I grabbed one of the bottles from the floor and smashed it over his head. I didn't wait to see the consequences, rather I just turned around and bolted out of the scene. Running as fast as I could until I reached a safe haven, I made it home.

As soon as I reached the door I fumbled through my bag in search of my keys. I knocked on the door frantically, hoping Byungchan had made it home. Although the figure had not been able to keep up with me, the fear had followed. By this point the anxiety had kicked in and I could feel my stomach shrink. Trying to maintain some sort of tranquility, I counted my steps as I walked to the bathroom. The door across the hall swings open before I could step foot in the bathroom.

"Hey there beautiful stranger," He greets me warmly.

Subin was wearing a black sleeves crop top that revealed ab-less tummy and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans. His dark hair matched his outfit and his dark gaze was my aesthetic. The anxiety pains died down and all that was left was the feeling of awe.

Without being asked, "I lost my keys", I blurt out unexpectedly. Subin's sensual gaze transforms into one of pity as he reaches for my hand. "You can stay with me," He excitedly offers as he leads me into his bedroom.