~Jongin~

"What are you doing?" The deep words rattle through the room, causing me to cringe at how instantly ashamed I feel. I rush to close my laptop, but i can feel Kyungsoo's penetrating stare over my shoulder.

"Jongin, what are you doing?" Kyungsoo asks, his voice leaving little time for hesitation.

Ducking my head, i keep my back to Kyungsoo, not wanting him to see my shame. It's probably no use though, i know Soo. He can smell guilt a mile away.

"Um... just looking over my assignments..." i mutter, my high pitched, squeaky voice far from the intended nonchalance.

A deep sigh fills me with dread. I've been caught.

"Jongin." Kyungsoo deadpans.

It's funny how just the sound of my name from this mans lips can completely incapacitate me. I'm helpless to his demand, even when i know my own condemnation awaits me at the other end of my confession.

A whine releases itself from my throat and i finally turn around to face the older. The whine quickly dies however, once my eyes meet a sweat-pant clad Soo, complete with a tight black T-shirt that really should be illegal on him. Fuck my life.

"I was playing League with one of my friends." I explain.

Expectantly, Kyungsoo's eyebrows furrow. "Why? Did you already finish your paper?"

I cringe wholeheartedly and advert my eyes. "n
Not... not exactly."

Kyungsoo blinks at me, his expressionless eyes boring holes in me. "Have you even started it?"

I close my eyes and invert deeper into myself. "...no" i squeak out, not even daring to look at him.

The disappointed sigh that falls from his gorgeous lips, hits harder than i expected it to.

"Come on, let's go." Soo says, turning from me, and heading out of my room.

I blink at the now empty doorway and tilt my head. I'm not really sure what to do. Normally, I'd follow Kyungsoo anywhere without question, but with how things have been between us lately, I'm unsure. I'm so tired of hurting Kyungsoo. Every time I push him away or every time I avoid this 'thing' we have between us, he ends up taking most of the hurt, and it kills me. I miss him, but I can't bring myself to give in. Why does everything have to be so confusing?

"Jongin" i hear again, and focus back in on Soo, giving me a questioning stare, peeking around my door.

"But... i .."

"Come on, just come to my room, we can finish your project there. That assignments worth a pretty hefty part of our grade, Jongin." He says, walking into my room and grabbing my arm, yanking me out of my desk chair.

"Y-Your room?"  I stutter out.

"Yeah, i already have my books and things in there, so it will just make it easier. My assignments almost done, so I can help you with yours since I have a pretty good handle on it." Kyungsoo explains, pulling me so nonchalantly.

"But you also have a bed in there"

I don't even have to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes. "That's why it's called a bedroom, Jongin"

"No, Kyungsoo, you don't understand."

"It'll be fine, Jongin. Trust me, i won't try to seduce you or anything" Kyungsoo says, with a small tilt of his lips. Gods, I've forgot what his smile looks like.

"It's not you i'm worried about" i say under my breath, and take a large breath before Kyungsoo pulls us into his room, and sealing the door, along with my fate behind him.

....

~Kyungsoo~

Jongin's fingers pause on my computer, and looks, our eyes meeting for a spit second. His cheeks redden for a second, before ducking his head and going back to typing. I'm pretty sure he's just hitting random keys, but it's too cute to call him out on it. I made him start his paper on my laptop, because i know for a fact that there's zero gaming software on it anywhere.

He's been doing surprisingly well. Every once in a while i'll look over what he's written and i'm happily taken aback at how good he's doing. I know that Jongin is exceptionally smart, but it's at moments like this that it really shines. Jongin's never allowed himself to see clearly. He's so talented and brilliant, but he refuses to let himself see past the views of other people. For someone who always seems so sexy and confident, he really sees himself as lacking. It kind of breaks my heart.

"See what happens when you stop playing games with Taemin and actually do your homework?" I ask, once again reading over Jongin's shoulder.

Jongin sits up a bit straighter and his fingers falter on the board, clearly not realizing that i was behind him. "I know... i just have a terrible habit of procrast-... wait, how do you now Taemin? Or that i was playing with him?"

I wave away his question, deciding now isn't the best time to get into that, and read over more of his paper. I lean in to fix a few spelling and grammatical mistakes, but when i turn my head, i realize my mistake. Jongin's wide eyes meet mine, as our faces rest inches from one another.

"S-Soo..." Jongin's voice whispers across my lips, a quiet warning.

I swallow thickly, my gaze flicking between his lips and his glowing dark globs. There's a dark ring around his grayish brown eyes... It's stunning.

"Kyungsoo." Jongin says firmer this time, heeding me again.

A sigh falls from my lips, and i just cant seem to find that self control i usually covet so entirely. My lips crash into Jongin's with a hungry growl, and he doesn't even hesitate to respond. A hand wraps tightly around the back of my head, as i'm yanked forward, situated on Jongin's lap so quickly i can barely register it happened.

Gasping, i pull away to breathe much needed oxygen into my lungs. It doesn't phase Jongin in the slightest, as he begins kissing down my jaw, to my neck, sucking marks into the sensitive flesh.

"Jongin." i say with a gaspy moan, threading my right hand through his hair while my left grasps onto his bicep.

Jongin's hands find their way to my hips, holding firmly, and making me breathless. Gods it feels so good to have his hands on me, controlling and strong. It's perfect.

His fingers grasp at my sweatpants, pulling at it like he wants nothing more than to rip them off, and releasing a husky growl in the back of his throat. It nearly makes me want to oblige in the ripping of my sweatpants.

"Fuck. Jongin." i groan, tugging at his hair, which makes him move his lips back up to my own, assaulting me once again.

My heart threatens to break my ribs, as Jongin infuses my veins with his need. It's so damn raw, i didn't know Jongin could produce this type of intensity. It's startling in the best way, yet still startling. So surprising that, my thoughts even out, and things click into place, instantly unsettling me.

"Jongin...slow down" i say, pulling away.

Once again, Jongin moves down, this time yanking my shirt down to attack my clavicles. A weak spot for me. It almost makes me want to give in and just let what may be, but... not like this.

"Jongin, wait." i say again, a little firmer, pushing on his shoulder.

Again, my call of his name goes unheard. My heart-rate peeks again for another reason, and i take a deep stabilizing breath, pushing against his shoulder once again.

"Kai, stop." I say, my voice deep and commanding.

Jongin pulls away from me instantly, ripping away like i just turned to acid. His eyes find mine, a strange darkness filling them. So this is Kai? There's a wickedness to him, and it's fascinating.

Our eyes stay locked, almost as if challenging one another.

"Kyungsoo." My breath catches, because I swear his voice has dropped a few octaves than his usual tone.

I sit up straighter, placing my hands on Jongin's chest to create some distance. Jongin's, or well Kai's eyes narrow, and he tilts his head analyzing me. It oddly has me biting my lip, and adverting my eyes. He appears to like that, considering the devilish smirk that envelopes his lips.

I'm about to climb off of his lap, but Jongin's hands tighten, holding me down. A gasp parts my lips, as Jongin rolls his hips up, showing me just how affected he is, and creating friction i didn't know i wanted. A light moan slips out without my permission, which seems to satisfy the demon even more.

As much as i'd love to give in to Kai, i feel like some progress needs to be made with Jongin first. I need Jongin to quit running. I need Jongin to be the one to want me like this. I need Jongin. This isn't right.

"No." i say, taking my hands off of his chest, and grabbing his hands on my hips. "i don't want this."

Jongin's smirk deepens, followed by another roll. I bite back a moan and take a deep breath, when Kai's sexy voice husks out a, "you sure?"

My throat clenches, because no, no i'm not sure, but i have to be. I want to scream with how bad i want to let Jongin just ruin me, but i can't. Not like this.

"Yes. Hands off." i say, attempting to push Jongin's hands off of me.

The playful pout that crosses his face, pushes the bounds of my self control. Fuck me... please? "Come on, Soo. Play with me."

"No, Jongin. Let me go." I say, trying to stand up, only to be pulled back down.

"Just a little taste, baby." Jongin says, attempting to reclaim his hold.

"Kai. I said no." i say more firmly, putting more strength in my grip.

All at once, Jongin's hands drop, and his face relaxes into a bored, discontent. Clearly Kai isn't someone who likes not getting what he wants. Kind of childish, but i guess that's the point. Kai was formed when Jongin was a child, so that's the way he protects Jongin, by acting out like a kid.

I stand on slightly weak legs, and climb off of Jongin's lap. I don't miss for a second the eyes boring holes into my every movement, especially the lingering gaze focused on my certain problem at the front of my sweatpants.

I clear my throat. "Jongin, you should leave."

Jongin smirks again and stands up, backing me against my desk. "Or i could stay." He tries again to tempt me.

"No, Jongin." i say firmly, holding out a hand, pushing him back.

"Come on, Soo.." he says, trying to draw me back in. His hand brushes across my hip, traveling down my thigh, and ending up pressing against my hardness. My brain says to pull away, but my hips have another idea.

The triumphant smirk that pushes across his lips, just increases my frustration. It's an intense battle between my body and my head. At this point, i don't know which one i want to win. His palm presses harder against me.

The slap the echoes through the room, answers my question. Jongin blinks, surprise and confusion deep routed in his eyes, as they zero in on his hand that i just slapped away from my crotch.

"Get out." I say, my voice edged with venom i didn't know i was feeling.

A clearing blink meets my gaze, followed by an intense wave of guilt and regret crossing his face. The fog lifts, and there it is. There he is, my Jongin. He's back, and once again, he's dealing with the mess Kai leaves behind.

"I'm sorry, Soo. I promise... It'll never happen again." He says so lowly, i almost don't hear him, then lifts his eyes, searching my own.

There's a short nod, and then Jongin's eyes drop. He takes a step back, then another, and another. With each step, i watch him cave more and more in on himself, and my chest clenches harder.

I want to reach out, to tell him to stop, but i can't. There's nothing i can say that i already haven't. So, i let Jongin walk out. Running once again.

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~Jongin~

"What's up with you?" Baekhyun asks, nudging me gently.

Apparently, due to the fact that Baekhyun is hiding out in the kitchen, he's feeling this party just as much as i am. We've been standing here for a while now, people watching and whatnot. I thought i had been decently concealing my mood, but Baek's a lot more perceptive than people give him credit for.

I had been trying to deal with what happened earlier and push it out of my mind. But i just can't. My brain keeps cycling images of what Kyungsoo's face looked like when he yelled at me, when he told me to get out with such utter finality. The look in his eyes when he slapped my hand away. It was the look I've been expecting from the beginning. The hatred and anger that threw up the wall i had been waiting on.

"Soo met Kai." i say simply, knowing it's all ill need.

Baekhyun's head snaps in my direction, his mouth parted in surprise "What happened?"

I chuckle darkly and shrug. "Exactly what i presumed would."

Baekhyun's features soften, his eyes sympathetic. I can tell he want's to argue, that he wants to convince me that this isn't what is supposed to happen, but how can he? We both know what Kai does. How many he's pushed out of my life. So why would Kyungsoo be any different?

"I'm sorry, Jongin." Baekhyun says, and i know he means it. He knows this type of heartbreak.

I expect the hand on my arm, Baekhyun's usual way of comforting, but what i don't expect is the arms that wrap around my waist. I breath out a small laugh and look over my shoulder at an smiling Sehun, who cocks his head to the side and meets my eyes. He gives me his best reassuring gaze, and i know he's here for me. He always is, and it actually makes me feel a little less like my chest is caving in.

"Everything okay?" Yixing pops up, trailed behind a curious looking Luhan, who's staring obviously at the linked arms still around my waist. I'll have to remember to get some information out of Sehun later on that one.

"We're good." Baekhyun says, turning to the table we had been standing next to and jumping onto a bar-stool, then starts attaching the guacamole and chips Tao had set out earlier. "We might have to invite Jongin to live with us, too." Baek says, and i tilt my head, about to ask what he means, especially when Yixing smiles like he gets it completly, but i'm stopped in my tracks, and left a little sucker punched at what i hear next.

"Well look at this. Is this a line? Because I'd gladly get in on that." An annoyingly loud voice interrupts us.

"Excuse me?" i ask, lifting a confused eyebrow at the stranger.

The stranger grins at being acknowledged, and i immediately know my mistake. "A line." he says, gesturing to Luhan and Yixing, before Sehun who's still wrapped around me.

Sehun growls and steps around me, standing between the heckler and me. "Seriously, fuck off."

The stranger laughs like this is the funniest thing he's ever heard. "oh sorry, was i supposed to make an appointment first? Do i make it with you? Are you his handler?" He asks, turning to Baekhyun now.

"What exactly are you getting at?" Baekhyun asks, the irritation clear in his voice.

I reach over and place my hand on his arm, and his eyes snap to mine "don't, Baek. It's not worth it" I whisper.

The guy chuckles absurdly, like it should be obvious "I'm saying he's a whore and everyone knows it. It was just a matter of time before he started getting paid for it."

Baekhyun and Sehun move at the same time, but I grab Baek just as he jumps out of his seat, and Yixing grabs Sehun before he can get two steps across the room. Yixing looks over to me and gives me a thankful yet apologetic look, we both know what it would mean if they got into a fight.

Sehun is on scholarship and Baekhyun is already on probation, they can't risk anything, especially for a stupid jerk at a party.

"Come on, I'm not wrong. There's been so many people between your legs, I'm surprised you don't start a sign in sheet" he barks, laughing at his terribly articulated insult.

Out of the corner of my eyes I see Kyungsoo enter the room. My heart stops, wondering how much he heard, how much he's finally connecting about who i really am. He doesn't seem to surprised or impressed with the scene in front of him, and moves around us, toward the sink. Probably just getting water. I sigh feeling a slight ping that he doesn't even seem to be bothered by what this guy is saying, and yet I can't really blame him. I feel the prickle in the back of my head, but don't try to swallow it, Kai's always known how to deal with these situations the best. I feel Kai's signature smirk fill my lips, as darkness fills my consciousness.

Kyungsoo knows about Kai now, Kyungsoo's seen the side of me I never wanted him to and now he knows the truth, he knows the truth in this guys words. It doesn't matter anymore, Kai can take over and do his worst now. I've already lost Soo.

My interest is pulled elsewhere for a second, though, when I catch movement out of the corner of my eyes. Even Kai's attention is caught as he waits on the sidelines, sitting back for his moment to take hold. I watch Kyungsoo rummage through the kitchen cabinets, with a distant and even bored expression plastered across his face. I tune out the drunk fraternity boy, watching the small boy across the room pull out a small red frying pan, one I've seen him cook pancakes and eggs in.

My eyebrows furrow and I'm about to stand to ask Kyungsoo what he's doing, forgetting about my promise to stay away from the boy. Even Kai's interest has been lost in the drunkard, and is focused on Soo's actions.

Before I can call Kyungsoo out however, he turns around and walks back over to the table, but stopping just beside the asshole, still spouting off insults. He stops though when he notices Kyungsoo standing beside him and looks over with raised eyebrows.

"What do you want?" He rudely asks.

Kyungsoo takes in a deep breath "I'm going to have to ask you to stop talking about Jongin like that, or the outcome won't be pleasant for you"

The guy scoffs at Kyungsoo and turns to him "and who are you? The whores little pet?"

Kyungsoo sighs and lowers his head "I warned you"

Then before any of us knew what was happening, the small frying pan in Kyungsoo's hand is smashing into the side of the guys face, sending him to the floor, with a loud grunt.

The guy holds onto his cheek, moaning in pain, while Kyungsoo straightens himself and walks to the sink placing the pan in it. And all we can do is gape at the act in shock and a little bit of awe.

"Now I asked you politely, but clearly you just didn't understand anything other than belligerence, so maybe that will help clear up a little of your intoxicated pea sized brain" Kyungsoo says walking calmly back over to the man, now half sitting up. "Get out of my house, I don't have the patience for you anymore"

The man scrambles off the floor and nearly runs from the room, mumbling words like 'crazy' and 'demon' under his breath.

"Holy shit, Soo." Baekhyun is the first to speak after the guy disappears from sight. "Did you just bitch slap someone with a fucking frying pan?"

Kyungsoo blinks steady at him, his face not breaking with any sort of emotion "I gave him a warning"

"And probably a concussion" Yixing says with a frown, letting go of a wide eyed Sehun.

Kyungsoo shrugs and finally looks at me steadily. "Are you alright?"

My lips part impressed, a slight smirk tugging at my mouth. Signature Kai. I refuse to fade into the comfort of my subconscious. I won't let him touch Kyungsoo again. "its nothing I'm not used to. It's what happens to people like me."

Kyungsoo's face finally pulls into a look of disapproval. "You know his opinion isn't valid right? That what he thinks doesn't matter?"

I shake my head, shrugging nonchalantly. Kai's protective barrier is wrapped around me, preventing me from feeling what that guy wanted me to. "of course it doesn't, but he's not wrong."

Kyungsoo walks closer to me, something I didn't think he'd be able to do after what happened. Kai's interest is immediately peeked, and I have to fight with every inch of me to keep him sated. I won't have him touching Kyungsoo ever again.

Kyungsoo reaches out and caresses my cheek, making me flinch slightly at the unexpected touch, even Kai is caught of guard. "Yes he is. Being sexually promiscuous is nothing to be ashamed of. As long as you are safe and smart about it, then there's nothing wrong with seeking pleasure." He furrow his brows and gives me a look that touches my soul. "You're not a whore, you're Jongin. Anyone who doesn't see who you really are, is unimportant and their opinion shouldn't matter. You're friends who were ready to risk everything for you, they matter. Don't listen to anyone else, and know that there are people who really love you for who you are, not what you do."

My heart trembles at his words and he drops his hand, much to my disappointment "I have to go wash my pan now. It's got stupid all over it."

He walks back into the kitchen and begins washing the pan, while everyone else rotates their shocked stares from him to me. I don't know what just happened, but I feel completely disarmed and shook. This has never happened before. Usually when Kai takes hold, he doesn't leave unless he wants to. But... Any trace of Kai is gone. Do Kyungsoo, just pulled me out of the fucking Titan.

>>>>

~Kyungsoo~

The door slams with a finality, that actually concerns me. Though, Baekhyun and I have never been that close, I do care for the idiot. He's been by Chanyeol's side for years, which means he's been indirectly by my own. Baekhyun and i have an awkward sort of friendship, but it's a friendship nonetheless.

The difference between Chanyeol and i when it comes to how we treat Baekhyun, is that i know Baekhyun is strong enough to deal with more that Yeol thinks he can. I generally don't go rushing after Baekhyun or checking up on him when he's in a bad mood, because i know the little twat can handle a lot and needs to be alone to sort through things. Usually he's not even that upset about it, just needs a minute to compress and breathe.

That look in his eyes though, it said so much more than his words ever could. I find myself exuberantly concerned for the man, and i can't shake the feeling that i need to go after him.

I move towards the door, but the unmistakable sound of a fist connecting with a face, stops me in my tracks. It all happens so fast, that i turn around only to find Jongin on the floor, groaning, while clutching his face.

Without even thinking about it, i race forwards, pushing past all of the gawking spectators, and dropping to my knees next to the injured kid.

"Don't touch it." I say, taking a Jongin's hand from his face, and holding it in mine. I observe the damage and sigh. It's already bruising, and he has a small scuff on his upper cheek bone. Whoever hit him, didn't hold back. They wanted it to hurt. "It's going to need ice and some antibiotic ointment."

Jongin whines, while I help him lean up, and pillow his head in my lap.

"You slept with Baekhyun?" Kris asks Tao, sounding appalled that his boyfriend could even do such a thing. My eyes widen and i gawk up at the two idiots, clearly lost in their own world of drama, as usual. What the hell did i miss?

My heart tugs a bit, when Tao looks away, seeming like he is fighting hard not to cry. I know he's upset that Tao didn't tell him, but honestly he has no place to judge, and that's exactly what i say with my eyes when he looks down at me. I tilt me head to the side, our eyes locked in a voiceless conversation, before Kris finally has the common sense to nod and hang his head.

Nudging Jongin up, i stand and pull him gently onto his feet. I turn to the crowed left standing there, and shake my head in annoyance. "Everyone out. If you don't live here, get the fuck out of my house." I yell, making my voice as deep and threatening as possible.

There's a slight murmur that filters through the crowed, before "now." Is echoed behind me in a scarily demanding tone and for once I'm thankful for Chanyeol being here this evening.

The house is deserted in minutes, leaving the aftermath of destruction behind. Both in the house and inside each of us.

"Where's Sehun?" I ask, taking count of everyone.

"Luhan's got him." Yixing announces, looking just as tired as i feel.

I nod and pad towards the stairs, rolling my eyes at the two dumb asses who now won't even look at each other "talk it out." I bark, startling both of them. "I'm tired of this shit. Quit dancing around each other and talk through your problems. That's what adults do. When one problem comes up, you talk through it. Grow up and deal with your shit."

Tao blinks up at me in surprise and Kris just continues to hang his head, but reaches out, asking for Tao's hand, which he thankfully takes. Kris leads him up the stairs, and i take Jongin's arm fixing to do the same.

"Do you think I'm acting like a child?" A sudden question pauses me.

I turn to find Chanyeol, looking absolutely miserable, standing at the foot of the stairs. I take a deep settling breath and nod. "I do. You've loved Baekhyun for so long, Chanyeol. You've been by his side for years, and you know he loves you. Just fucking talk to him and quit running away."

Not waiting for Chanyeol's response, i head up the stairs to my room. I didn't even want to be at this damn party, and this is exactly why. Nothing good comes of college parties. Too much booze and drama.  What ever happened to book-clubs? Or dinner parties?

"Sit." I order, heading to my bathroom for the first-aid kit.

It's when I'm cleaning up Jongin's cheek and trying to decide how bad his eye is going to bruise that Jongin asks, "Are you going to yell at me, too?"

A short blink, before I'm sighing and applying a bandaid to his cheek. "I've yelled at you enough, don't you think? I dealt with my problems. I told you where i stand and what i want. It's you who keeps running away."

Jongin bites at his lip and nods. "I do, i guess."

I pause my hands and lock eyes with the other, a deep emotion passing between us. "What are you so afraid of, Jongin?"

"That you'll get hurt by him and you'll end up hating me. You've seen what i can do, Soo. You've seen the person first hand that I'm capable of being. I saw it in your eyes when you told me to get out today... you were scared." Jongin explains, his face pinched in regret and pain.

I wonder how many times Kai has pushed people out of Jongin's life. How many times Jongin's lost someone he's cared about because he can't control a part of him. It must have been so hard for him to watch person after person walk away from him because of that protective barrier.

Jongin's so strong and such a beautiful soul, but he has such a terrible view of himself because no ones ever been able to get past Kai. No ones ever tried to love every bit of him, including his dark alter ego. Kai is Jongin. Jongin is Kai. People tend to forget that. But I haven't.

"Jongin" i say, my voice in a soft tone, immediately grasping his attention.

"Yeah?"

My hands find his cheeks, my fingertips brushing his jawline tenderly. It's so sharp and striking. He's beautiful, and so delicate. Jongin could break to pieces in my hands. How could anyone think he's dangerous?

"I wasn't talking to you when i said get out. I wasn't scared of you, Jongin. I was scared..."

"Of Kai?"

I release a small disbelieving breath. How does he see himself so negatively? "Of going any further with you without a coherency of what was happening. I was scared of losing my own self control and making a huge mistake. I don't want to lose you, Jongin."

Jongin gives me a confused expression, like he doesn't quiet believe what i'm telling him. And how could he? You grow up being called a monster, and you eventually become one.  "Jongin, listen, you are perfect. You are one of the kindest, sincerest, most talented people i have ever met. You are so beautiful and dazzling. I really don't understand how you have this view of yourself, baby." Jongin's breath shutters, and i take that as a sign that he approves of the endearment. "I have met Kai. I have seen what you are capable of becoming... but Jongin, you've yet to see what I'm capable of."

Jongin blinks at me steadily, taking my words in, but before he second guesses himself, i lean in and capture his lips with my own. The slight gasp that falls from his lips allowing me to deepen it a bit, waiting for Jongin to respond. It doesn't take long.

An appreciative hum comes from his throat, and he leans in to get more, but i don't let him have it. I pull away and Jongin follows needing, whining slightly when i stop him with a hand on his chest.

"Stop running, Jongin. If you want me, take me." I say, my words a bit breathless.

Jongin whines again and bites at his lip. I've been waiting for Jongin to show signs that he wants this, that he wants me. But watching the man i love have a battle with his heart and his head isn't as satisfying as i thought it would be.

"Kai, though..."

I lean in and let my forehead rest against his, breaths mingling together. Lips inches away from being reunited. Eyes locked in an intense, intimate moment.

"Take what you want, Jongin. For once allow yourself to have something. I'm not going anywhere. You take care of your heart, and I'll take care of Kai."

>>>>>

Chickens!!

Here's the Kaisoo, finally. Sorry this took a while, but author-nim finds school more important. Please respect that.

So there's not much i want to talk about with this, other than i really don't want you guys to see Kai as the bad guy here. Kai isn't really another personality, he's just a side of Jongin that comes out when he needs him. Kai's existence came out of pain and fear, so he's the rougher, more damaged side of Jongin. So please don't hate Kai. He only does what he was made to do, which is protect Jongin.

I'll try to explain that better in future kaisoo chapters. Anyways, I'll see you guys later. SuLay is up next. Kisses.😘

사랑해💕

~M~