The Day She Was Given White Roses by Ayame Flower (best ebook reader under 100 txt) 📕

"How about this one?" Lisa asks, holding up a white lacy blouse. Kinho thinks for a second, before replying.

"White isn't your color." He says bluntly. He looks away as she frowns.

He admits, Lisa looks great in white, but it's not like he was going to say that. He didn't love her. He loved someone else.

Someone he loved, and hated at the same time.

"What about this? Pink isn't my color, but I think it's really pretty and...hey, are you even listening? Hello? Kinho?" Lisa frowns again and waves in his face. But Kinho still didn't pay her any mind. Instead, he was focused on the girl who was just a few meters away.

"You're here." Kinho mutters, before starting to walk away. Lisa grabs his sleeve and gently shakes him.

"Hey, what are you-"

"Go home." He says coldly. Lisa looks at him confusingly. "What are you talking about?"

"Just go home." He shakes Lisa off of him and walks after the girl, leaving Lisa dumbfounded.

Kinho follows closely behind the young lady as she walks out of the mall and into the streets.

The girl reaches her home and walks in, taking her shoes off and leaving them next to the door. She closes the door halfway before a foot stops her from closing it any more.

The door swings open, and a pair of strong, veiny hands grab her and pin her up against the wall. Cole stares at her for a minute before smirking.

"Long time no see, Junyoo." He stares at her and she gulps, scared.

"K-kinho-" She stutters before he pushes her to the ground.

"W-wait I-" Junyoo manages to say before Kinho kicks her in the stomach.

"You stupid bitch!" Kinho screams, kicking her repeatedly in the stomach, then her face.

"K-kin-" She cries out as he kicks her again. Junyoo lays there, confused as Kinho walks into the kitchen.

"My pretty baby~" Kinho smirks as he kneels in front of her, holding a knife.

"It's time to end this." He pulls her up by her hair and holds the knife against her throat. Junyoo looks at him, scared. Why is he doing this?

Kinho smiles mischievously before dropping the knife. He grabs her chin and pulls her in for a rough kiss. Junyoo closes her eyes as she melts into the kiss.

Kinho slowly grabs the knife next to him and pushes the blade into her arm. She whimpers as she tries to get away, but his grip on her chin prevents her from doing so.

He pushes the knife deeper into her arm as blood runs down her arm.

He breaks the kiss and pushes Junyoo to the ground, the knife still in her arm.

"Pathetic." Kinho mutters, leaving her house as she lays there, wondering where he came from, and why he would ever do this.

 Junyoo sticks desperately close to the wall, trembling and sweating.

"Kinho, p-please..." She begs as he advances towards her, a sharp, pointy knife in his hand. Each step he took echoed in the empty room, increasing her heartbeat by a million times.

That evil smirk, those cold, emotionless eyes; his existence alone made shivers run down her spine.

"Shall we begin?"

"Please don't," She cry, tears rolling down her eyes.

He lifts his hand up, the sharp edge of the blade pointing right at her chest. Junyoo gulps and looks at him with teary eyes as a sob made it's way out.

"P-please... "

His cold eyes stares directly into her sad ones. The helpless look she gave him made him drown into deep thoughts.

'Is this wrong? Am I doing the right thing?'

Watching him struggle with his thoughts, she takes that chance to make him realize he has to stop this torture.

She slowly cup his cheeks, making him shake his head and look at her.

"I thought you loved me more than anything," Jinyoo whispers, careful as to not say something that would trigger him. She caresses his cheeks as tears slowly roll down her own.

Feeling the gentle warmth of Junyoo's hands made Kinho soften. He sighs and shifts his gaze to the floor. Suddenly, regret fills his heart. He was in a dilemma, unable to figure out what to do now.

"Do you really not love me anymore?" She asks, hurt and fear evident in her voice. Warm tears trickle down her cheeks as she stood still, waiting for his reply.

Kinho feels a heaviness in his heart. Knowing that he will regret things if he continues this abuse, he lowers the weapon, letting it fall to the ground. His large hands land on either side of Junyoo's waist. Gazing into her round globes, he pulls her body close to him, leaving no gap between the two.

"I do."

Junyoo was perplexed at his answer, trying to connect it to the conversation to figure out what he was replying to. Kinho lets out a deep chuckle as he notices her confused expression and fixes his answer.

"I do. I love you."

The sincerity of his voice touches her heart. Her lips steadily curve into a smile as she continues to caress his cheeks.

"Say it back," He commands softly, and she parts her lips to respond.

"I-"

A suffocating feeling engulfs Junyoo all of a sudden. It was like something was aching in her throat, prohibiting any word from escaping.

"I-" Junyoo squints her eyes, looking at the man in front of her, who grows impatient to hear her reply.

"Junyoo, I'm waiting," Kinho says, frustrated. But she couldn't comprehend what he was saying. Everything slowly starts to spin, blur, and turn dark.

Then, she faints.

Publication Date: 11-12-2021

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