bitter lies » hunlay [COMPLETED SEQUEL]

eight

yixing;

"are you in or not, zhang?"

"are you trying to hurt him again?" i furrowed my brows, my hands were shaking in nervousness. i've never felt so much pressure by a decision before.

"well," luhan sat calmly, resting his elbow over the headboard. "what kind of question is that to ask a fucking psychopath?" he laughed. "no offense but you're still stupid."

"fuck you." i let out an unwilling chuckle, facing away from him. "you're not gonna hurt him again, not in a million fucking years." i glared.

"we'll see." luhan smiled. "how sweet of you defending him when he's the one hurting you..."

"so, you're not in with me?" he added.

i stayed silent and my face relaxed for a moment, what he said triggered me so hard that i stopped whatever i was doing.

"are you changing your mind?" luhan smirked.

"i could end up in jail." i glared.

"revenge isn't a crime." luhan said.

"yeah but hurting and abusing people physically is!" i yelled. "stop it, luhan. you're getting nowhere."

"i am getting somewhere. you know what, you're boring me with all these stupid arguments. im waiting for a yes or no answer, you manslut." luhan spat, his eyes glinting for a second and his hand clenching.

"you're killing me." i hesitated.

"i will, if i don't get your answer." luhan gritted his teeth, walking towards me, making me lean against the study desk and him close to my face. he was staring deeply into my soul and i got frightened. "yes," he traced my jawline with his finger. "or no?" he whispered inside my ear.

"yes." i gulped.

"yes what?"

"yes, i will help you..." i stared back into his eyes.

"wrong love, we will help each other." luhan said lastly, flashing me an evil smirk before he slammed his hand on the table harshly, i could see the stinging red mark on his hand.

he is still scary even though he calmed down a bit...

i can't believe i agreed to him.

"the things i hate most are cheaters and..." he paused. "people hurting."

"b-but..." i started to tense when he looked back at me. "you hurt people..."

"i can't help it. there is no cure to this mental illness of mine," he chuckled. "sometimes i try to help people that's hurt...but all i do is hurt them more. i can only help people like you...you're hurt by the person i once loved." he said.

"that doesn't make any sense." i muttered.

"it sure does." luhan rummaged something inside his bag of weapons...

a gun?

"yours." he threw it to me and i caught it carefully.

"w-wait-" i widened my eyes.

"a gun is useful. but it's not like we're gonna use it...except when someone does something stupid." he said. "try to shoot me." he challenged.

"fuck no!" i stared at him like he's out of his mind ironically. "we're not killing sehun!"

"shoot me." he repeated. "do as i fucking say."

i slowly pulled the trigger while closing my eyes and gasped at the vibration and loud sound. "luhan!" i screamed, horrified of the sound. the bullet hit the wall, making a huge hole until i could see people next door.