Jaemin the Icy Prince and Me - Na Jaemin NCT

47. Love is Selfish

I ignore him, and walk past him.

He grabs my arm.

"I want to talk to you," he says, his face taut, strained.

"But I've got nothing to say to you."

"You had plenty to say to him."

"So what?" I shrug. "It's none of your business."

A few people are walking past, giving us curious stares.

He takes my hand, and pulls me after him.

"Let me go," I yell. "Where are you dragging me to?"

He doesn't say a word, but plunges on, out of the building into the grassy darkness beyond.

"Jaemin, stop..." I cry. "You're hurting me."

He continues to walk at a tremendous pace, and I stumble on after him.

"Stop...stop...you're hurting me..."

I start to sob, and he stops at once.

We're at a clearing, a rock garden of sorts. The building is already behind us, its lights twinkling in the darkness.

"Leean will be wondering where I am," I say, choking with tears. "He'll be worried."

"Mina..."

"I hate you, Na Jaemin. You're a bully and a beast, and I hate you."

"I - I'm sorry..." His face is a mask of white. "Have I - have we done this before? I - I feel like we've done this before...that I hurt you before..."

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." I glare at him, dashing away my tears.

"You made me so mad, that's why..."

"Leean will be worried..."

"Stop saying that name!" He roars, making me jump. "I hate that name!"

He clenches his fists.

"Stop flirting with him! I hate you flirting with him!"

He looks like he's gone beserk.

He grabs hold of my silver clip and yanks it off my hair.

"Ouch! That hurts! You jerk! What the heck do you think you're doing?"

He's thrown the clip on the grass, and he's stomping and jumping and trampling on it with his sneakers.

"Are you crazy? That's my clip!"

I hurl myself at him, and push at him with all my might.

"Oof," he grunts, and falls, dragging me down with him.

We lie for a moment, stunned, me on top of him, him beneath me, looking straight into each other's eyes.

He raises his hand and strokes my face.

"Mina," he says pleadingly. 

He leans forward to kiss me.

I turn my face away.

"You can't kiss me," I mutter. "You've already kissed her."

I straighten and push myself upright.

"Leean's asked me to go for a walk," I say viciously, standing, and looking down at him. 

He leaps up faster than a bullfrog at the mention of that name, it'd be funny if I weren't so furious.

"What did you say?"