Unwanted-Wanted | Suayeon

Chapter 11

Bora

As I slowly wake up and become aware of my surroundings I can feel someone holding my hand, softly stroking circles on the back of my hand. When I open my eyes and look beside me I see that it is Siyeon who is holding my hand while looking down at it, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hey." I say softly and at that she looks up. Our eyes meet and I flash her a small smile.
"Hey, you're awake." she replies.
"Yeah, how long was I out for?" I ask.
"A couple of hours." she answers.
"What time and day is it?" I ask.
"Sunday, a little past 10am." she says.
"Did you stay up all night?" I ask.
"No, I slept a little, not much tho." she says with a chuckle.
"Did everything go well?" I ask.
"Yeah, it seems like it did. You need to rest for a few days tho. I was told to change your bandages every day and check up on your leg occasionally and to make sure you eat and drink enough." she explains.
"Alright then." I say.

"How do you feel?" she asks.
"I've been better, but I've also been worse, so I guess I'm doing alright." I say jokingly and we both let out a small chuckle.
"Good." she says before a short silence follows.

"Thanks." I then say, breaking the silence.
"For what?" she asks.
"Taking care of me." I say.
"It's okay." she says.
"If you ever need anything in return, just ask. I owe you." I say and at that she just nods before it becomes silent again and although we aren't talking and I have averted my gaze from her to the ceiling I can see her eyes linger on me in the corner of my eye, staring down at me somewhat, I don't know, lovingly? Does that make sense?

There's something in the way she looks at me, that I can see now, but couldn't see when we first met. When we first met, her eyes, they utterly lacked warmth, they were empty. But now, now there's something. What that is exactly I do not know, but it's there.

Tired from last night's events and just this entire journey so far in general I let out a big yawn.

"You should sleep a little. You seem tired." Siyeon says.
"So do you. You should sleep a little too." I say.
"I'm fine." she says, but the dark circles around her eyes tell me otherwise.
"No you're not. Get some sleep." I say.
"Fine, maybe just for a little." she says as she gets a bit more comfortable in the chair she is sitting on.

I watch as she gets in a comfortable position before she closes her eyes.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me like a total creep or are you gonna sleep as well?" she suddenly asks after a few minutes in which I was just staring at her.
"Sorry." I say as I avert my gaze to the ceiling in embarrassment.
"It's okay. It's not like I haven't stared at you as you slept either." she says with a chuckle causing my cheeks to get even redder than they had already gotten after she caught me staring.

"Go to sleep Bora. You need to rest." she then says and I just do as she says and close my eyes.

From that moment it doesn't take long before exhaustion takes over and I fall asleep.

-

I am woken up by a few knocks on the door. I gently sit up, groaning at the pain of my wounds. When I look beside me I see that Siyeon is still asleep.

"Siyeon." I say as I gently wake her up.
"What?" she says sleepily, still not fully awake.
"There is someone at the door." I say.
"Oh, I'll get it. You just lay back down and rest." she says as she gets up from the chair and with a yawn she walks towards the door to open it.

"Who is it?" I ask after I heard her open the door, but I get no response. I was about to speak again when I see Siyeon walk back into the room, followed by someone I recognize all too well and my eyes immediately well up at the sight as I can feel fear take over and I start to shake.

"S-Sehun?" I stutter. It's him. No, it can't be. He's dead. Yet here he is, holding Siyeon at gun point.

"Did you miss me?" he says with an evil smirk and dark eyes full of hatred, eyes I wished I would never see again.
"No. Y-You're dead." I say as I can feel a tear roll down my cheek.
"Dead? The only ones who are dead are you and this bitch here, soon." he says. I want to stop him, but I can't. I still don't have any feelings in my leg and even if I did, he is much stronger than me, I wouldn't stand a chance.

"You thought you could run huh? That you could escape me? That you could just flee to Busan with this whore and I wouldn't find you? Well let me tell you this, you can't escape me. You are mine. I own you. The only way you'll get rid of me is death." he says.
"Please. Don't hurt her. Please leave us alone. I am begging you." I beg as more tears stream down my face.

I then look at Siyeon and see that she is now also crying as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"Why shouldn't I hurt her? Is it because you care about her? Because you love her?" he asks. I don't answer. I don't know what to say to that. As that last sentence repeats itself in my head I try to muster up an answer.

"You do, don't you? You love her." he then says. Do I love her? I don't know. What even is love? I always thought I knew what love was, with Sehun. But now that I think of it, that wasn't love. The only things, as far as I can remember, I felt for him were hatred and fear. I can't remember loving him. And I can't remember being loved by him. Not anymore. I'm sure I used to love him and felt loved by him, at the very beginning, but those good memories were wiped out by the bad ones, because bad and hurtful memories stay in your heart longer.

"N-No. I don't. She's just a friend." I say.
"And me? Do you love me?" he asks.
"No. I used to, but not anymore." I answer honestly, now feeling anger and hatred take over. I can see his eyes darken at my answer as one of his hands tightens around Siyeon's arm, causing her face to scrunch up in pain while his other hand tightens around the gun, placing his finger on the trigger.

"Wrong answer." he says before he pulls the trigger and I watch as a bullet goes through her head, blood immediately coming from the hole as her eyes get drained of life and her body falls to the floor.

"No!" I yell as I look at her lifeless body, tears streaming down my face.

Suddenly my saddness got overpowered by anger and I grip the bedsheets tightly as I avert my gaze to him and look at him resentfully.

"One down, one to go." he then says before he points the gun at me.

"Do it." I say.

"As you wish. Any last words?" he asks.

"Not for you."