It took another hour for the white-haired boy to wake up. By then, you were at your kitchen, heating some leftovers from the night before, and was so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't hear the soft footsteps.
"What's for dinner?" His voice jolted you back to reality and you flinched, then flinched again because of the sudden pain that shot up from where he pounded against you.
"Just some leftover chicken and pizza from last night," you tell him without turning around. He hovers just a little bit before leaving the kitchen. You hear the television being turned on.
Dinner was an awkward affair. You try so hard not to make eye contact with the person in front of you. He tried filling the silence up with small talk but the barely audible answers he receives makes him stop. You know that the two of you will have to talk about it, but you don't know how to start the conversation. The two of you finish dinner in silence and he retreats to the living room while you go wash the dishes, trying to delay as much as possible.
When there was nothing else to be done, you make your way to the living room and sit beside him, watching the evening news, but not really focusing. You gather your courage and finally call out his name. He shifts his attention towards you.
"Listen," you start, eyes not leaving the television screen. "About what happened earlier-" you were cut off by his question.
"Did you like it?" You turn your head to look at him, wondering if he was kidding. But there aren't any traces of mirth on his face.
"Ray, what are you-"
"Did you like it?"
You close your eyes and take a moment to reply. Letting out a sigh, you open your eyes again to tell him no. Mint eyes met golden ones and you know that you can't lie to this young man. You give a weak nod, and you swear you could see the corners of his mouth twitch ever so slightly upwards. "Then that's all there is to it," he tells you, his attention turning back to the television.
It became an unspoken rule between the two of you: what goes on inside the apartment, stays in the apartment. Ray's visits became more frequent, and it was a myriad of drugs and sex with him. You don't want to admit it but you start to crave for him on the nights he isn't with you. At school, the two of you meet like any normal friends, greeting each other with a small smile and a wave, but you can see the hunger in his mint eyes, and you feel a sick kind of pleasure in knowing that you are the only one who can satiate his hunger.
It was one lunch break when you find yourself crowded in a table with Ray, Seven, Zen, and Yoosung. You are sandwiched between Ray and Yoosung, and as usual, try to pretend Seven isn't with you. You try to listen to Zen and Yoosung's conversation because it was pretty funny to hear the white-haired man berate the poor blond on his sleeping schedule and choice of diet (Zen must be in full-mom mode again, you think), when you feel a hand that is most definitely not yours on your lap. You try to ignore it but the guy beside you isn't going to let you have your way. You feel long digits squeeze your lap before making their way up and you whip your head to him to see a little smirk painted on his face, proud of himself for getting your attention. The two of you have an unvoiced argument that you would eventually lose, and you sigh before standing up, muttering something like forgetting to do your homework for next period. Ray stands up a few moments after and announces that he's done eating before joining you. The other two didn't seem to mind you both leaving but you don't see the redhead's gaze on you and his own brother as you leave.
As soon as you guys find an empty classroom, Ray doesn't waste any more time. He pins you on the wall and attacks your neck with fierce kisses that leaves you yelping. "You're crazy," you tell him. You feel his breath against your skin as lets out a low chuckle.
"Don't leave any marks, Ray. I don't want to make up excuses."
"Saeran." You blink, wondering if you've heard right.
"What?"
"My real name is Saeran," he tells you, straightening up to look at you. You see the vulnerability in his eyes. You cup his face and smile. "That's a beautiful name, Saeran."
The smile he gives you is enough to make your heart claw its way out of your ribcage, and you wrap your arms around him as he hides his face at the crook of your neck.
"I've never told my real name to anyone before," he murmurs against your neck. "Rika told my brother and I not to tell anyone our names." You wait for him to continue but he instead starts kissing your neck. You let out a soft sigh, letting him have his way with you.
"So what's really going on with you and Unknown hyung?" You choked on your chicken and Zen had to give you a glass of water to drink. You were hanging out with Yoosung and Zen at that chicken place Yoosung dragged you to before to meet his guild. It was after school and the three of you decided to grab some chicken.
"You okay, Joohyun?" The actor asked as he patted your back. You give him a nod and a smile of gratitude and he answers back with a smile before turning his attention on the LOL player with a stern expression. "Kim Yoosung, you don't ask people sensitive questions while they're eating!"
The blond raised his hands up in surrender. "That wasn't even a sensitive question!"
"Then what do you call it?"
"A curious question!"
"Alright enough!" You exclaim, getting in between the two. You turn to the blond on your right. "To answer your question, there is nothing going on between me and Saeran." Yoosung looks at you with a dumb expression.
"Who's Saeran?"
Your eyes widen and you put both hands over your mouth, silently cursing your big mouth. Yoosung narrows his purple eyes at you. "Is that Unknown hyung's real name?" The expression on your face must have told him the answer.
"Oh so you're sharing names now?"
"Please don't tell anyone!" You plead, clutching both his hands. He gives you a cheeky grin and promises not to tell anyone. You turn to Zen and make him promise the same.
"I promise, princess." He tells you with a wink. You playfully roll his eyes at his attempt at flirting but thank him nonetheless.
"Why'd he hide his name though?" You hear Yoosung ask. You give him a shrug and tell him about Rika telling the twins to hide their names and the blond gives you a confused expression. "I wonder why noona told them that," he muttered, more to himself.
"Rika hides a lot of stuff," Zen tells Yoosung. "You know how she is."
"Yeah but I'm her cousin." The blond argues. Zen sighs, clearly not in the mood to argue about the topic with Yoosung. You change the subject to school to change the mood and Yoosung slumps in his seat, telling you both about his problems with grades. Zen goes on to nag the blond and said blond continued to whine. You let out a little giggle at your friends' banter.
The next day you find yourself being dragged by a certain redhead. You just arrived to school when you felt a large hand wrapping around your wrist. You didn't have enough time to complain when he started dragging you to the back of one of Yonsei's buildings.
"Would you look at that," you say as soon as he releases his hold on you. "You tell me to stay away from you and yet you keep dragging me around everywhere."
He raises one perfect eyebrow but does not comment. "What's going on between you and my brother?"
You raise an eyebrow of your own. "What happens between your brother and I does not concern you," you tell him, not trying to keep the coldness from your voice.
"It does," he tells you, those golden eyes staring deep into your soul. You try not to be deterred as you stare back at him, silently willing your heart to stay silent. "Because he's my brother."
"He's not you."
"That doesn't make him any less dangerous."
"I need to understand the danger you always tell me, Luciel." You say, frowning. "I need you to explain." He shakes his mop of red hair and grabs both of your arms, shaking you a little.
"Please," he pleads, desperation seeping into his voice. "Just stay away from us, Joohyun." You can feel the helplessness in his gaze and you reach out to touch him but he scoots away. He frees your arms and starts to walk to his building but you grabbed onto his oversized jacket, stopping him.
"Luciel please," you murmur, hearing your own desperation lacing your voice. He shrugs you off and walks away, leaving you in the shadow.
A/N: I'm back! Sorry it took so long. I have to admit, there were a lot of things that kept me distracted like Ray's route, the new Trials of Apollo book, Miraculous Ladybug, thesis, college graduation and stuff, but I haven't forgotten about this! To be honest, reading all your reviews kept me motivated to continue this so hit that review button and start typing about what you think of this little fanfic! Lololololol I want to thank everyone who's reviewed, favorited, and followed this story so far. I swear, you guys are the best [insert Seven's heart eyes sticker emoji]. I'll end the notes here. Forgive the grammatical errors! I didn't proofread hahaha. See you next chapter, lovelies!
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