His Multiple Personality Disorder

Chapter 29

Y/n POV

I shakily breathed in as the air was filled with tension. The professor was teaching, but all I could was glance at the figure beside me who was continuously fisting and unfisting his palms.

I gulped.

'Is it okay to speak?'

I tried my best to maintain my gaze up in infront, but just couldn't when he started cracking his muscles, sending chills down my spine.

I bit on my lip, when he kept doing the same. Until I lost my temper, I glared at him.

Y/n: "Just solve your joint knots outside! That's so annoying!"
I whisper-yelled at him and huffed.

Vante: "Then just go from here!"
He whispered back, sternly.

Y/n: "Why would I?! You don't own this!"

Vante: "I own you!"

Y/n: "Will you stop being cringy?! It's not even related!"

Vante: "Stop making me mad! I'm already very mad! Concentrate"

Y/n: "Let me!"
I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes.

Prof.: "Hear me out.. You're gonna be having a month holiday after 2 days.. so study well! Don't waste your time, Good bye"

He spoke out and went. I released my breath and glanced at Vante, who looked unbothered.

I stood up but he grabbed my hand. I yelped in pain, when he dragged me somewhere.

Y/n: "V-Vante-"

He brought me to an empty class, closing the door behind he slammed me on the wall caging me between his arms.

I gasped when he glared at me.

I shuddered in fear when the past creepy days flashed before my eyes.

Y/n: "W-what are you-"

Vante: "Hyebin is your sister?!"
I was taken off guard at his stern and venomous voice.

I gulped.

Y/n: "Y-yeah-"
He tightened his grip on my hand, as his expression hardened.

Vante: "But you said that you had no one?"

I felt so small under his doubtful gaze.

Y/n: "I-I did n-never-"

Vante: "Stop stuttering and answer properly!"

I flinched, my lips quivered as I fight my tears back.

Y/n: "I-I did say that never.."

Vante: "That bitch is your sister and WHY DID YOU NEVER TOLD ME!"
I flinched as finally tears started flowing down my cheeks continuously.

Y/n: "I-I di-- please d-don't hurt me"
I muttered, choking on sobs.

His gaze instantly softened as he embraced me gently. I tugged on his sleeve.

Vante: "Why do you think I would hurt you? I won't darling.. I'm sorry I did wrong. Please don't cry"

He rubbed my clothed back as he peppered my teary face with small kisses.

Y/n: "You're s-so s-scary"
I pouted, he looked at me guiltily.

Vante: "I'm sorry.. I was just so angry with this issue-"

Y/n: "You trust me right?"
He knitted his eyebrows and cupped my cheeks, asking hurriedly.

Vante: "Why would you ask like that?"
I licked my dry lips.