she looks like you | k.t.h

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"What the f-ck is wrong with you?" I cried from my bed, my covers hiding my abdomen from view.

"No, what the f-ck is wrong with you?" he growled, bloodshot eyes full of fury and hate. "Thanks to you, I haven't slept in three days because I've been so worried sick about that boy. He hasn't left his room since that phone call with you. He hasn't even spoken a word to any of us."

"Yoon-"

"No. Unless you're about to explain why you've put such an innocent boy through hell, you're not saying a word until I'm done," he hissed. "And get the hell out of bed you lazy ass, you're not allowed to mope. It's not like he was the one who broke up with you."

He walked closer to me, and before I could protest, he ripped the covers off.

"Oh my god," he whispered, dropping to his knees. "F-ck."