The next day was a Saturday. I decided not to go out with Junsu on Friday anymore. I told him I needed some rest. He didn't get mad. The truth was that I couldn't face him. Weirdly enough I was terrified of telling him about Dad's plan.
According to Dad, he wanted us to move back to Busan. He said he could easily get a job transfer there. Dad wanted me to be happy. He knew that ever since we moved to Seoul, I wasn't happy anymore. What he didn't know was that most of that unhappiness and stress came because of Junsu.
Whenever I closed my eyes I would regret it immensely. I would see Mr. Kim approaching me all over again. I would imagine things that didn't even happen. It would get worse and worse before I would open my eyes and have to fight against keeping myself calm. I couldn't sleep at all on Friday. I expected Saturday to go better, but I couldn't sleep that day either. On Sunday I was so worn out. I couldn't do anything. My head was just in the clouds all day long, and nausea was killing me.
Dad checked on me a lot of times. He was obviously worried about me, because I wasn't telling him what was going on with me. He kept asking me if I was feeling alright, but I could barely speak. However, at a certain moment I did manage to tell him that I felt betrayed and disgusted. I would shower almost 30 times a day because I wanted to get the feeling of him touching me off my mind. But what remained the most in my mind was his teeth piercing through my skin. He really did act like I was his prey. It was just crazy... and disgusting.
Junsu messaged me a few times too, but eventually I stopped replying to him. I was just so tired of having to deal with people. I made sure I didn't get any friends because I wanted to avoid drama. But somehow drama turned up everywhere I went. The one person I was starting to consider my friend was trying to get in my pants...
On Monday night I got the weirdest feeling. I got out of my bed and started looking around. I didn't know what I was searching for, but whatever it was it wasn't going to make me feel better. Suddenly I spotted a dark figure sitting on the large tree next to my bedroom window.
The person waved at me. He had his hoodie on, but his face wasn't covered or anything. It was Junsu. He was here...? How did he know where I lived?
He didn't tell me to open the window, and honestly I was too freaked out to do it. We just stared at each other for a while. Finally I went to my window and opened it.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him in a hushed tone.
He shrugged. "Bored."
He found out where I lived because he was bored? Seriously? I frowned and didn't say anything.
"Can I come inside?" he asked after an awkward silence.
I shook my head. "Not now."
"I didn't see you at school today," Junsu continued.
"I stayed home," I admitted.
I wasn't in a talkative mood. But he wasn't getting the hint.
"If you're not going to let me in, then you come out here," he said.
I let out a deep breath. "I'm not... in a good mood."
"Well duh," he replied, rolling his eyes, "I can see that. Why do you think I'm here?"
The boredom thing was a lie then? But still... a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that something was wrong. Just how did he find me?
"So? What's it gonna be?" he asked.
I swung my legs out the window and leapt towards the tree. Junsu grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him just in time. Maybe it was because I wasn't thinking straight. I've never jumped out of my window like that just to sit with a guy on a tree. I must have been nuts.
When I was finally sitting comfortably next to him, Junsu let my hand go. His eyes never left me.
"Have you been eating properly?" he asked me, frowning.
"Nope," I said, grimacing.
"Why not?"
"No appetite."
"You should still eat something."
"Yes, dad..."
Junsu smirked. "I'm glad I'm not your dad. I wouldn't get to have you this close if I were."
I blushed a bit, but somehow I was still feeling uncomfortable.
"You still need to eat something," he insisted.
I sighed. "Fine, fine..." He gave me a warning look. This time it was my turn to roll my eyes. "I will."
"Don't let that shitty guy bring you down," he said, "You don't need him."
I didn't want to talk about this. I lowered my head. Bad idea. Looking at the distance between the tree and the ground almost gave me a heart attack.
"Woah," Junsu said, grabbing hold of my waist, "I won't let you fall, don't worry."
"You better not," I told him, my hand snaking around his shirt for support.
"Are you doubting me?"
I looked at him. He was trying to be serious, but the twitch at the corner of his lips gave him out. A smile followed on my lips.
"That's what I like to see."
He leaned into me and kissed me. It was a short kiss, but it was enough to get rid of the uncomfortableness I was feeling. He rested his forehead against mine.
"Hey, I need to tell you something," I told him, frowning.
"Hm?" he breathed.
I couldn't handle him being so close to me without kissing him again, but I did my best to control myself. "I'm going to be transferring to a different school."
I felt his body tense up. But he tried to play it cool.
"Oh? Nearby I presume."
I shook my head. Seoul wasn't close to Busan. "We're still thinking about it, but... I may end up going back to Busan with Dad."
"Oh." He looked away from me. "When?"
"Possibly next week..."
"Do you want to go back?" he asked me, staring out into the distance.
"I don't know yet. It's hard to think these days."
"So your father decided to do this?"
"Yeah. He doesn't like the school I'm going to now. Too many bad things keep happening."
"That shit can happen anywhere."
He sounded displeased. I knew he was going to get mad, but what could I do? It wouldn't feel right if I suddenly disappeared on him.
"We're still not too sure about this though," I said quickly, hoping to lift his mood.
He shook his head. But he didn't say anything. A cold gust of wind blew by us. It's been a while since I've left my room. Feeling the wind against my skin made me feel much better in an instant. Of course it was still very cold; it was still snowing after all. I was wearing some pajamas that were in no way cold-resistant. But they were comfy, so who cares right?
"Hey, mind being a gentleman and lending me your hoodie?" I asked him.
He finally looked back at me and sighed. "I should get going," he said, "You should go inside before you get sick."
"Aww, I was just starting to enjoy this," I groaned.
He smiled. "I'm glad you seem happier again." He rubbed his thumb gently on my lips, making my heart skip a million beats simultaneously. "Next time just tell me if you're feeling down. I'll come over to you. Even if it's in the middle of the night. I'll be there."
I blushed deeply at his words. Junsu always knew how to play with my emotions. But this was the most heartfelt thing he's ever told me. I planted a kiss on his cheeks and grinned at him.
"I like you," I told him. I didn't care about the consequences of those words. I didn't think about how I had laid a trap for myself after saying those words to him. At that moment all I could think about was how I didn't want this moment to end.
Junsu looked at me for a long time. He didn't smile or anything. He held my hand. "You have no idea how that makes me feel."
[Junsu]
It was 3:48am. The hallways were dark except for the few lights that lit the way. Quickly I made my way to room 322. I kept my head down and raised it only to check the room numbers. My hands sought for warmth in the front pocket of my hoodie. The idea was simple; I was to get in and out in less than five minutes. Jiho would make sure all of the cameras would stay disconnected for exactly five minutes as soon as I stepped into the hospital.
Two minutes later I was standing next to a familiar face. Carefully I poured the poison I was holding into his mouth, trying not to let the flask touch his lips. Seconds later his eyes shot open, but it was too late now. He tried screaming, but he couldn't. His throat must have been burning by now. The tiny amount of drug that I poured into his system was enough to kill him within the next few seconds.
I left the room after the four-minute mark. Hurriedly I walked to the elevator that took me to the parking lot. I managed to get out ten seconds before the five minutes were up. Jiho was waiting for me in the car with his laptop sitting on his lap. He gave me a thumbs up and grinned at me.
Finally, Mr. Kim was dead.