"DO YOU FEEL THE LOVE?"

JANUARY 18, 2014 — 12:10 PM.

I sat alone after finally getting the peace and quiet I needed—considering that these days, Beomgyu and his friends wouldn't leave me alone. Of course, his friends would've granted me the space I needed, but even when I asked for it, Beomgyu would yell at them for making me mad (while not taking the hint I need space from him too.) It's alright, though—I enjoy his company just as much as I enjoy my own.

And it's not like he's noisy or anything—in all honesty, I enjoy his company a little too much. He's like a shadow, someone who lingered and shared love with me. At the library, he'd lay against me, sitting with his knees to his chest as he read comic books. At times, he'd fall asleep, but even so, he'd wake up again and kiss me—all before going back to reading.

When he's playing basketball, he constantly tried to impress me—and all I could do was laugh at his many attempts to do so. Even the four decided to make fun of him for his cute acts, love-drunk on freshman love with me.

But these days, exams are coming up. I'm stressing over them—mainly because history had been putting its toll on me. I've always hated that stupid class. So, I've been at the library these days—and the only reason Beomgyu couldn't come is that he has basketball practice. However, since mom wants me home early today, I had to fit it into my lunchtime.

Beomgyu is probably wondering where I am—and soon enough, I'll have to be explaining why I'm at the library and not eating. I itched my head with that blue pen I always keep around, writing down about George Washington and whatever he did again.

"Excuse me, could I sit here?" A boy asked suddenly, leaning down as he pressed down the many textbooks in his hands. "You're right near the books I need, so..."

"Yeah, go ahead!" I grinned slightly, beckoning to the seat in front of me. "You can have it."

"Thank you, thank you so much," He bowed slightly, taking a seat in front of me. "You seem like the study-person too. If you need to rent a few books, I'll put in a good word for you with the librarian. What's your name?"

I smiled at his proposal, leaning forward. "I'm Yang Yihwa, it's nice to meet you!"

"Ah, I'm Sanha," He eye-smiled, both of us shaking hands. "It's nice to meet you too—and again, thank you for letting me sit here. There are so many books I have to study for my AP exam, so..."

"I can tell," I joked, pointing at the stack of literature textbooks. "I wish you well on your exam."

"Hah... thank you," Sanha scratched his head—both of us cutting the small talk short as we both get back to studying. I stuck my earbuds in, spinning my pen in between the spaces of my fingers in a quick way to think. I spared Sanha a glance—and he looked a bit younger than most people here. He's a freshman, maybe?

A hand pressed against my back, pushing me forward slightly as I gasp. My head instantly turned—seeing a glaring Beomgyu. "Hey, bastard—"

"Beomgyu, that's enough," I interrupted, eyeing a flinching Sanha. I winced, feeling pity for a poor study bug. "Sorry, Sanha, put in a good word with me later, I'll leave you here."

"Ah, okay," He nodded, chuckling awkwardly. "Thank you for allowing me to sit here."

"What the fuck do you mean, put in a good word—"

"Bye, Sanha!" I exclaimed, putting my books in the return bin as I glared at Beomgyu. "Follow me now, you piece of shit."

He rolled his eyes as I pulled him along, both of us exiting the library in a fury. I swung him into the railing, the boy hissing as he glared harshly at me. "What the hell, Beomgyu?" I inquired, pointing to the library entrance. "That poor boy just wanted to sit with me so he could reach his fucking aisle! You didn't have to call him that shit!"

"I told you clear that I wasn't going to allow you or any other guy to talk to you so comfortably, Yihwa!"

"I thought you were fucking joking, are you serious?!" I scoffed in disbelief. "Beomgyu, I'm not fucking property—"

"But I made it DAMN clear that I didn't want any boys getting too comfortable with you, Yihwa!" He yelled out of a sudden, my body retracting as I winced at the tone in his voice. "I really... really don't like when you converse so comfortably with others than me. It makes me jealous."

"I—" I'm speechless from his words, his stance defensive as I seem absolutely hopeless in this conversation. "You're sounding REALLY controlling right now, Beomgyu."

"I'm just jealous, that's all," To openly admit it like this... it's a bit horrifying. "I'm sorry if I sound that way, fuck, I just..."

He tried to explain things, but he was just as speechless as I was. "Fuck, I just really, really love you, Yihwa."

"I know," I whispered, meeting his stiff stare. "I know you do—but you don't have to act like this. I... really love you a lot, Beomgyu, and there's no need to doubt it so quickly."

"I just want to be the only man you depend on, the one you can call whenever you need me," Beomgyu whispered, hands softly placing themselves on my forearms, his chin propping itself on my shoulder. "I want to be the only man you find interesting, the one who can make your heart go... go boom boom."

As cute as it was, it didn't ease the situation. However, I wasn't in the mood to fight him like this. "Alright, alright, I'll forgive you—but please control yourself next time."

His breathless giggle made its way outside, the sharp inhale after catching me by surprise as he played with my hands. He pulled away, his eyes sparkling as he swung my arms together. "Thank you, Yihwa, you won't regret it!"

"Mm," I mumbled, my eyes fixating away as I see the sun. "You should go finish your lunch now—go back to the lunchroom."

"No," He cutely denied, shaking his head as he smiles. "I want to accompany my Yang Yihwa~ my lover,~"

"Okay, okay, let's go to the lunchroom then, I'm hungry," I hope the few that could control this lovebug would be there. Maybe then... I'd be able to study without having anyone be called a bastard. "Come on, Beommie~"

"Beommie?" He questioned his nickname, soon giggling at it. He had a fun way of giggling, too—after every laugh, he'd gasp for air. I found it pretty interesting, now that I could finally identify what and how he did it. "Cute~! Okay, Yi-Yi, let's go!"

Yi-Yi... ah... how cute.

"Hi, babe~" Beomgyu cooed, passing by me as he grabbed his towel. It was currently his basketball game—and right now, they're winning once again. He's been playing the whole time, allowing me to sit up at the front with Kai. I waved, placing down my backpack on the court floor. He kissed me, brushing back his hair as he sweated harshly.

Up close... this was... an experience.

His sweat, his stance... he definitely looked like he could overthrow the court in seconds. He kissed me again, squatting in front of me. The crowd goes wild for some reason—and maybe it's because Taehyun is teasing them again. "Do you have one of your hair ties? I'm sweating."

"Oh, sure," I mentioned, digging through the pocket of my backpack. The colorful, bright pink hair tie revealed itself, Beomgyu's eyes sparkling as he took it from my hands. "Well, there you go, then..."

"Watch what I've learned!" He exclaimed, gaining an attempt to impress me. I nudged Kai, who turned his head to watch as well. Beomgyu started to gather his hair, expanding the hair tie in his hands before wrapping it around his mini ponytail on the crown of his head. Coiling it and retying it, he pulled the two ends—causing his hair to look like a small, vegetable sprout. "How do I look?!"

I stifled my laugh, hitting Kai as we both cracked up.

"What the fuck are you doing, Beomgyu," Yeonjun cracked up as well, Soobin stifling his laugh as they all grabbed their water. Beomgyu frowned, sitting next to me as he harshly pulled off his small sprout. Poor baby. 

"Baby, can you tie my hair, please," He pleads, causing me to nod. He handed me the hair tie, my hands starting work as I put the hair tie between my teeth. Following what he did before, only lower this time, I tie his hair together into a small ponytail, brushing back small wisps of hair as I turned him back around. "Thank you~"

"You're welcome~" I cooed, patting his cheeks. "Now, go win the game."

He nodded happily, popping back up like a bunny—all before running to the middle of the court to resume the game. I turned to Kai, who took a photo of his friends running around. We both looked at the picture, where Yeonjun was in the air as Soobin and Taehyun block one of the opposing players. Beomgyu sat at the back, his head perked up.

"You know it too, right?" Kai sentimentally chatted, turning my way. "About Beomgyu."

"About...?" I trailed off, frowning. "Is it about... your warning again?"

Kai nodded, causing me to sigh. "Look, it really, really might be me in denial, but—"

"But you saw it too," Kai hushed, looking down. "You know it too... that he can't handle having something of his possession taken away. He could never handle an object being lost from his grasp—so what more, a person?"

He did spark some suspicion in me—so I had to ask him. "Kai?"

"Mhm?" He question, facing me.

"Why are you warning me?" I insinuated, biting my bottom lip. "Beomgyu isn't that bad, he could never be—so why does it feel scarier than I experienced it to be?"

"That's because you're being manipulated by hyung, Yihwa—and through my countless warnings, I hope you at least take this one seriously and leave him before you're too captured by his grasp," Kai meant it, his eyebrows furrowing as he laid a hand in mine. "It's more serious than you think. You both just started dating and he's already yelled at you because of a few connected words—what more, if shit actually gets serious—"

"Yang Yihwa, look out!" Someone yelled, causing me to look their way. The ball immediately hit me square in the nose, everyone gasping as I groan.

"Hey, Yang Yihwa, are you okay?!" Kai gasped, a hand on my shoulder as I feel under my nostril. Blood. "You're bleeding!"

Broken nose? No. I don't feel like I dislocated anything, but damn, did it hurt. I grabbed the offered tissues from Kai's hands, Soobin's overlapping words with Yeonjun almost causing me to scream and faint. However, my eyes shifted to an angry Beomgyu, him facing away from me with his heavy fists.

"Hey, you bitch!" 

"Beomgyu!" I pointed, the four immediately turning his way. I widened my eyes as Beomgyu struck his opponent, throwing him to the floor. We all panicked, everyone standing as a fight broke out between the teams. "Fuck!"

Yeonjun tried to pull him back—but even I knew that he was seeing red. All he threw were slightly sloppy fists, still hitting him hard enough for it to hurt. The boy who laid under Beomgyu was defenseless, his face bruising up as he groans through every hit and kick. "Fuck you, bastard! Why didn't you see her!?"

"Beomgyu, it was on accident! Chill the fuck out!" Yeonjun yelled, pulling him off the opponent even as Beomgyu flailed around and tried to chargeback at the person. I can barely stand up from the headache that started to form in my head—not only from all the yelling, all the reassuring of people asking me if I'm okay... but also from that fucking ball, oh my gosh—How much did that shit weigh?! 200 pounds?! What the hell...

"Here, sit again," Kai suggested, moving my things out of the way. "And lean forward— shit," He cussed, patting my back. There was the turmoil that grew even as the referee called out a few blows, trying to help both sides equally and solve the problem. Even the coach had to head out and chat with the referee, trying to decide things. "I really hope you're okay, and that it was all an accident..."

"Yeah, me too," I mentioned, chuckling before hissing. "What a hit though, right?"

Kai couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, nodding with his hands on his knees. "Yeah—" Before I knew it, Kai was shrugged off, pushed away into Taehyun as Beomgyu bent down to meet my eyes.

"Are you okay?!" He sighed out, inspecting me as he caressed my face with his thumbs. "Gosh, I really should quit basketball, why is it so dangerous!?"

"Hey, she only got hit once," Yeonjun pointed out, causing me to nod. "What the hell do you mean quit... it really isn't that serious—"

"Be quiet," Beomgyu said out of anger, swiftly grabbing more tissues and handing me them. "Stand up, love—we'll bring you to the infirmary. Shit."

He was dropping cuss words left and right as we slowly walked out of the gym—and out of the corner of my eye, Kai had mouthed something.

However, even with the last syllable, I could guess well what the word was—and I knew I wasn't the only one who started to agree.

Possession.