Chapter 12 - Gi-hun

POV: GI-HUN

-W-what do you mean...  - I asked young-il

- I'll make you mine, matter what. - He turned his back and let out a loud sigh.

- Fuck off, Frontman! You're a monster ! - I kept trying to convince him that he was bad... and on the other hand I was telling myself that I didn't love him.

- We've been through this before. These people were going to die anyway. Poor, dirty, smelly... No mercy for people like them.

- I was like that once too.

He didn't answer that. I turned to face me and he grabbed me by my hair

- Listen to me, do you understand? Or else I will kill your friends

- you already did it - I gritted my teeth in pain - Sangwoo, Sae-byeok...

- How about Dae-ho and Jung-bae? They're alive yet.

I was silent for a moment.

- what do you want me to do?

- just KISS me. I want to feel your tongue, I want to feel you all. I love you.

He's talking about it again.. but we can't be together. He'll kill so many people. On the other hand, I love him too and would love to kiss him... but I really can't.

- I'm waiting for your answer.

- Uhm.. - I couldn't stand up because my hands were tied - okay. Come to me.

A nonchalant smile appeared on his face. It was obvious that "he always gets what he wants". He came to me and put his hand on my chin. He licked his lips and brought them closer to mine. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. We started kissing more and more intensely. We both had our eyes closed. This moment was magical and unforgettable. I didn't want to stop it but I slowly started to run out of breath. I pulled away from him and gasped for breath.

He wiped his mouth and there was that fucking smile of his again. My cheeks were all red. His too.

- I want you more...

- I do to.. - I confirmed, feeling a little ashamed.

He uncuffed my hands and helped me stand up.

~~  (I'M NOT WRITING THAT.)   ~~

I was sitting on the bed. My leg was shaking slightly. I was staring at the cameras. My friends were sent back to this room. They probably think I'm dead. I stared at Jung-bae closely. He was sitting hunched over and hiding his face in his hands. He was probably sobbing. He really is worried about me.

I looked at Young-il.. if that's even his real name. He was drinking alcohol. He was also staring at the cameras. This time, he had a serious face.

A song "fly me to the moon" was playing in the background. I finally got brave and asked:

- I want to go back to my friends. You have to let me out there. - I knew I wouldn't convince him to stop playing. Maybe if something happened to me he would change his mind? That's what I wanted to do. At my own expense, save others.

- Why are you so hot-headed? - he asked - it's dangerous there, you know that very well

- Please let me out. - I thought about it - I'll come to you tomorrow.

- hm.. - He thought - okay, but on one condition.

- yeah?

- be my boyfriend.

He's talking about this again..fuck! He must care a damn. Maybe that's a good thing? I love him too and any relationship can only help me. I'll try.

- I'll will

- wait, really? - He stood up and looked at me - SERIOUSLY?

- yeah?

- HELL YEAH! - Young-il started laughing. His mood improved a lot. This is DEFINITELY the weirdest person I know.

- Uhm.. you okay?

- Yup, just in love

Is he fucking bipolar?

He walked up to me and smiled broadly.

- Okay, fine.. guards will lead you to your room

I nodded. Pink guards came and led me.

// No, I didn't take anything when I wrote that. Creativity just isn't working for me.

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