𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.

2.11 ;; he stole my boyfriend

I spent the next few days sticking to Jinyoung, making sure that he was okay. He replaced Byounggon in his own tent, but it would only be until I knew he was okay. I wasn't letting him out of my sight any more. Seojun seemed amused at how close we'd suddenly become, but every look he shot our way made me want to tear out his throat even more.

I learned a bit about Jinyoung. The big thing, which explained why he mentioned being afraid of his own blood, was that he was a sort of assassin. Since he was 14. I wondered what had gone wrong in his life for that to happen, but it wasn't my place to ask. I couldn't speak about other people's families. Mine was too perfect.

For all five days that Jinyoung spend stuck to me, I could tell that Byounggon wasn't too happy. At first I thought it was about the tent, but then I figured out that he missed me. I could basically see the words in his mind- "he stole my boyfriend"- but chose to ignore them so that I could make sure that Jinyoung felt safe.

Boyfriend. Byounggon and I still hadn't had the chance to talk about that whole thing. I'd never really liked anyone before. Well, there were the small sort of half-crushes where my friends would ask me if I liked someone, then I'd say "kind of" to get them off my back. They'd go to the person's friends, find out if they liked me, and then we'd hang out for a few days after before they inevitably moved on.

And when I say "someone", I mean girls. It was always girls. I didn't really have any crushes on anyone, and even Byounggon wasn't. It was sort of from "oh, we're friends" to "we like each other" and I didn't question a single bit of it.

That was something I could worry about later- especially if I got prison time for what Jinyoung was planning. His mind immediately went to murder, and I couldn't exactly blame him. That probably seemed like his only solution. He was shoked when I told him that I didn't tell anyone about it. He was the first- well, kind of second- to find out. He had no plan, of course, but that could be figured out later.

Maybe I wanted him dead too.