He smirked, setting the board aside, I looked at him in awe. He managed to stay so calm after all that. As I watched him, he went back to ignoring me and scrolling on his phone. He looked up at me.

“Wanna watch with me?” He offered, I shook my head, still full of ego. I was not going to let this man take advantage of me. I do not care, I repeat, do not care if I die of boredom.

“I'm offering one last chance. Take it or leave it.” He offered again, looking at   thought this offer throughly    Would Harin choose dying of boredom, letting her future down or watching something with Beomgyu on his phone, thus surviving and having something to be entertained by, even if it was with my arch-nemesis. I chose the latter.

“Fine.” I grumbled, scooting closer towards him. He had a movie paused, I hesitantly lay my head on his chest, I felt him freeze.

“Are you gonna play this?” I demanded.

“Y-yea.” He said, clicking on the screen to play the movie.

𝗔 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀

I felt long fingers in my hair, weaving through the nest, making sure to not hurt me, his fingers maneuvered carefully through my sensitive scalp. I hate to admit this, but I actually liked it. Even if I hated him, there was something about his touch that made me crave more. I let him do as he pleased. It felt like a massage, and I eased into it. Soon enough, he started to play with my hair. He fidgeted with the hair in between his long fingers. I smiled at how comfortable I felt with his fingers in my scalp. I paid attention to the screen. It was a sad romance movie about a girl handling the loss of her mother while the guy was a Tsundere, dealing with his own troubles. I paid attention to the screen, and a scene came on

“𝘋-𝘋𝘢𝘥?” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 ‘𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’ 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩-𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, “𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰-𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?! 𝘐 𝘫-𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰-𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘛 𝘎𝘐𝘝𝘌 2 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘛𝘚. 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 ‘𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦’ 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥” 𝘏𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘣, 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬.

As I continued watching, I related to the character on screen so much, looking at her cry, I couldn't hold it anymore, I broke down, I was ugly sobbing. Beomgyu put the phone down and rubbed my back.

“Harin, are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. I couldn't answer from the overwhelming feeling of crying. I was shaking slightly. He just watched, concerned, as I choked on the unending river of tears streaming down my face.

“Do you want someone here with you?” Beomgyu asked, lowering his voice. I shook my head frantically. He nodded in understanding. I continued shaking from the tears. I looked at my hands. Even if the tears blurred my vision, I could make out the shaking. I looked up at Beomgyu. He looked at me, and before I knew it, I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist, forcing me to have contact with something broad and hard. I looked up to see I was on Beomgyu's lap in his embrace. I continued crying as he hugged me tighter.

“You hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that, okay?” He instructed, and I listened. The room was silent. The only noise was me hyperventilating while focusing on his heartbeat. I slowly calmed down, my emotions collecting themselves as I kept trying to get my breathing back to normal. As I calmed down, my grip around him lessened in strength.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Beomgyu asked as I let go, I stuck close to him, not still fully calm. I nodded.

“I'm exhausted with life, just like the kid in the movie.” I replied, fidgeting with the thread from his sweater. It was awkward to admit it. He looked at me, I looked at him and noticed a look in his eyes that melted me.

“Life throws challenges at everyone. It's all bound to get better. Life isn't set in stone.” Beomgyu reassured me. I looked up, “If you think about it, all amazing people have gone through so much shit just to be here, Yeonjun-Hyung was a victim of human trafficking, And Taehyun was homeless at 10, but now they're Our aces. No one here has a perfect life. We all are just imperfect people, with our own kind.”

“W-what?” I asked, still confused.

“You never know.” He whispered in my ear. His hands snaked around my waist. I felt something wet on my neck. I turned around sharply to see his eyes flooding with tears. A teardrop trickled down his face as I just looked at him. He wrapped his long fingers around my wrist, and I felt sparks, not any ordinary sparks, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I pulled up my free hand and wiped the tear away.

“Please don't cry.” I begged, wiping his tears away. He pulled his hands up to cover the flowing tears, and I forced his hands down. He brushed his bangs into his face to cover them, I pushed them behind his ears.

“You have no idea how fucked up I am.” He muttered, his head was low and I forced his chin up. His eyes were pooling with tears.

“I grew up with an abusive father, my younger sister had enough of shit and killed herself one day.” He explained, before crying again. I cupped his face in my hands.

“No one is fucked up. We all are just imperfect, just like you said Beomgyu.” I replied, smiling through the tears. He looked at me before breaking into a fit of hysterical laughter.

“W-what?!” I demanded, annoyed by this. I immediately pulled away. He wiped the previous tears of emotion and laughed.

“You looked cute.” He justified, wiping the new tears of laughter away. I pouted, pushing him away. I turned my head away in anger and lay down.

“I guess this is what I get for trying to comfort you.” I pouted, turning my head to the window.

“Hey! That's not it!” He said, turning towards me. I looked at him.

“I'm sorry! Let's make a deal.” He apologized, looking me deep in the eyes.

“What?” I asked, inching closer to him.

“Let's be friends?”

"Why not?"

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 ^^