“Sehun!” I yelled when he pushed me with him inside the bathroom and locked the door. Now what’s the point of locking the door if it’s just him and I living in a one bedroom apartment?

        “Tell me, ____. Please,” he pleaded. What can I tell him? That I’m jealous? That I’m sad all the time? What can I possibly tell him that would make sense and not make me sound like I’m whining?

        “You really want to know?” I questioned. I examined his face and he seemed torn between wanting to know, and needing to know. The difference between wanting and needing, is that one of them will save a person’s sanity while the other will just fulfill their desire.

© forebidden.