Something More // Zhang Yixing

revenge

warning: explicit sexual content, mentions of rape

Leaving Sunhee behind was not hard at all. In fact, Yixing was glad to be rid of her grabby hands and her constant presence. Even when she followed him and the others to the airport, he had no regret in leaving her behind no matter how sad and upset she looked. He had known exactly what she was doing the entire time, he knew Sunhee was always vying for his attention and love, but he had his reasons in defending her. But, also, he wasn't too keen on sharing his reasons just yet.

Returning home to an empty house was nothing new. In fact, Yixing was not at all surprised. If anyone had been home, he would've been surprised. But that didn't mean the loneliness was bearable. That didn't mean the loneliness never affected him. At that moment, as he stepped through the door and his bag slowly slipped off his shoulders and sadly sunk to the floor, he never had felt more lonely. When he finally dragged himself to his room, he didn't bother unpacking. It wouldn't be long until he was leaving again, anyway.

He moped for hours on end, unsure of what to do with himself, until the first picture came shortly after the sun had dropped out of the sky.

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"Hey, Jongin's place is close to here. You wanna go see if he's home?"

Chanyeol, shockingly, had graciously taken you shopping although you were unsure how he managed to pay for it. You two were on your way back home when Chanyeol suggested to go to Jongin's place. Honestly, you were less than excited to see the boy, but you shrugged.

"Sure."

Chanyeol hadn't lied; you were close to Jongin's place. It took you less than ten minutes to arrive, and when you arrived, Chanyeol looked pretty eager to be there.

Jongin greeted you as soon as you stepped into his grand house, but the smile he sent you was nothing if not bitter. You smiled back just as tightly, your hand tightening around Chanyeol's.

"You're in luck," Jongin motioned down the hallway, "the cooks just prepared dinner. So, don't be shy."

Chanyeol set off quickly, looking excited to eat, and he dragged you along with him. Just as Jongin had said, the cooks had prepared dinner, but it looked more like a feast. Plates upon plates had been laid out, stacked with piles of food. The dancer sauntered into the room behind you, pulling out a chair just for you.

"My parents were supposed to be home for dinner tonight, but something came up at the last second. Good thing you two came by; I would've never been able to eat all this by myself."

The wicked smile Jongin aimed at you told you that wasn't the only reason he was glad you came by. You cautiously sat in your seat, eyeing him as he took the seat across from you. The room was eerily silent for the moment after, but you could clearly hear Chanyeol obnoxiously beginning his meal. Your gaze swept across the table, and you were unsure what to take some of first. Gingerly taking a sip of your water, you tried to make a decision.

"Come on, Yejin. Just eat; the food isn't going anywhere."

"Here," Chanyeol began piling numerous things on your plate, attempting to cover every square inch.

"Okay, okay, Chanyeol," you pushed his hand away, satisfied with what he had given you.

You ate slowly, feeling as if you weren't really in the mood for anything, and the glances Jongin gave you every other minute were beginning to get to you. However, to your more immediate concern, you were beginning to have trouble lifting your arm. You weren't sure what was happening, but your arm seemed to become heavier and heavier every time you tried to bring the food to your mouth. Eventually, it came to the point where you put down your hand and murmured that you were full.