Don't Love Me Chap. 15

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Don’t Love Me

Pairing: Jongkey

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Drama, Angst, Historical

Length: Series

Summary: The feeling was forbidden between a Prince and a slave, yet no one could hold it back any longer.

Chapter 15



Jonghyun was depressed. He felt that Kibum was avoiding him yet he didn’t know what was going on. Maybe it was only his feeling but he really felt that Kibum was hiding himself. He was devastated to be exact.

He had come to Kibum’s room more than twenty times (or maybe more, Jonghyun had lost the ability to count) and not even once that he met the younger boy. Something was seriously wrong. And Jonghyun was dying to find it out.

This was so not happening.

Especially not when he just found out his feeling.



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Dried tears were still visible on his pale face. Kibum still hadn’t stopped crying from the moment the dream-like past came into his mind. Call him weak, but that was what he felt at the moment. He was seriously not knowing what to do; whether to ignore the worried knocks on the door from Jonghyun or maybe opened the door, asked him everything and be done with this suffer.

The door was knocked again and Kibum buried himself under the thick blanket. His hair was in mess; he hadn’t done his hair for like two days. His eyes were so red and puffy and became so poignant, so sore. His button-like nose got so red and his lips were dried, the rosy pink color was gone.

“Kibum-ah, please. Open the door.”

But, no. Kibum ignored him.

“Please, what’s wrong?”

Everything. Everything was wrong.

“Can we talk? Please?”

No. We couldn’t.

He whimpered, teeth digging down to his lower lip to hold his voice from coming out. Kibum’s mind was in a mess and he felt like screaming on top of his lungs. Jonghyun knew nothing about his depression. He knew nothing!

His feline eyes closed, ears listening carefully to the sounds of Jonghyun’s retreating steps.



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The flowers were so beautiful. Kibum’s lips stretched out in a bitter, weak smile as he let his fingers brushed against the leaves. Two more days passed and he felt like dying in curiosity. He wanted to come up to Jonghyun, shaking him on his collar and scream on his face, asking about everything in his mind. But who was he to do that?

The wind blew, sending Kibum shivered under his thin shirt robe. Maybe coming out when it was going to rain wasn’t a good idea. But Kibum wanted to. He felt so stuck up in the room, the atmosphere was so suffocating.

He had been ignoring Jonghyun for about four days, maybe? Kibum lost count already. Jonghyun didn’t seem to get tired of coming to his room, knocking the door as if he wanted it to break down. Him calling his name Kibum, Kibum again and again.

A single drop of rain fell down on top of his cheek. Kibum blankly looked up, eyes staring at the dark cloudy sky. Another drop of rain fell down, and then another, then another. Kibum watched as the color on his shirt robe got darker, dampened by the rain. Then he watched as the fabric got slick, sticking to his skin and that was when Kibum realized the rain got so heavy above his head. He stared at the weak stem of a flower, getting crushed down by the cruel heavy raindrops. Maybe he was the same with that flower.

Kibum finally decided that it was enough for him to stay under the rain. He didn’t want to get sicker since he already had headache for a moment.

He dragged his limp body, walking through the hallway, and leaving trails of his wet footsteps. He coughed, the rain made him felt cold but Kibum simply ignored it. He pushed the door to his room, thanking God that Jonghyun wasn’t there—

But when someone broke through him and entered the room, Kibum stilled on his spot. It was Jonghyun.

The Prince easily grabbed him by his wrist, pulling him in and closed the door quickly, preventing Kibum from escaping again. He locked Kibum’s hands on his back, pressing Kibum against the door, and Kibum could feel their breathing hit each other’s face.

“Kibum.”

Again, Kibum felt his knees weakened by the melodic sound. His eyes got teary again and he felt the sudden rushing urge to cry. He always wanted to cry when Jonghyun was speaking to him with that kind of tone, he was kind of curious why though.

“Kibum finally.”

The room was so dark; Kibum was half-relieved that Jonghyun couldn’t see his messy face. Kibum tried to break free from Jonghyun’s grip but the effort was done to a fail since Jonghyun was way stronger than him.

“Kibum, what is it?!” The desperation in his voice made Kibum went weak. Jonghyun was never this desperate. He never showed it to everyone.

He stayed silent, eyes darting everywhere but Jonghyun. The grip on his wrists tightened and Kibum bit his lip at the pain. Jonghyun pressed him closer to the door, their noses almost touching.

“Is it about that night? You didn’t want to do it? Did I force you?”

No. Kibum wanted to scream, no. Jonghyun didn’t force him to spend the night with him, he also wanted it. Because he felt that to Jonghyun.

Kibum simply shook his head as an answer and he heard the soft sigh escaped from Jonghyun. So he is relieved that it wasn’t the reason.

“Then, what? Don’t you want to talk about it with me? Why are you acting like this, Kibum-ah?” Jonghyun begged to him, asking for his answer. Kibum gripped his fist and felt how his nails were digging into his palm.

Kibum shook his head no again and he felt how Jonghyun went tense at his answer. Jonghyun gripped onto his chin, forcing his eyes to stare into his.

“Kibum, for God’s sake! Answer me! What the hell is wrong?! How do you expect me to know everything? I can’t even read your mind and you won’t—”

“I remember.” And Kibum cut him off with small voice. Jonghyun stopped, eyes showing nothing but confusion. “What?”

“I remember it. I remember everything. Everything.”

“Remember what? What is it, Kibum?”

“I remember everything! Who I was! How did I end up here! The moment I was brought into here! I remember everything!”

By now, the tears were already mercilessly running down on his pale cheeks, down to Jonghyun’s hand which was still holding onto his chin. Jonghyun stilled.

“I-I don’t understand—”

“Yes, you do!” Kibum snapped, ignoring the fact that he shouldn’t act this rude towards the Prince.

“Kibum, I don’t get—”

“Yes, you do, Prince! You, the royal people, took a little boy away from his mother, bring him here without telling him anything and completely ignoring the fact that he forgot about everything!!!”

Kibum shrugged his face away from Jonghyun’s grip, releasing himself and pushing Jonghyun away. The Prince grabbed onto his hand, only to be shrugged away again.

“Tell me... What did you all do to her? To my mother?”

Jonghyun gulped down his saliva, head shaking in confusion. He didn’t know the answer to Kibum’s latest question. He took a step closer to Kibum, but Kibum whimpered loudly, before he broke down to the floor to cry his eyes out. He crouched down, burying his crying face to his knees and hugging his legs close.

Jonghyun stared and just stared, mind blurring in confusion and desperation. He took a step back, and then another, before he turned on his heels and ran away.

He was a coward. He knew it.

But he didn’t have any idea about what to say or what to do with Kibum crying like that.

He ran and ran and ran, until the air was empty from his lungs. He only stopped when he arrived at one familiar room that would be the answer to all of this. He knocked the door before pushing past it revealing himself to whatever in that room.

“Father, I need to ask you about something.”









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A/N: And Jonghyun was mad.

Hahaha, oh, Jongkey, I really love you and want to catch you and put you into my pocket. oh my gosh

So, haha, this chapter was not that long so I hope you can wait, because there will be more interesting plot (for me, yes) later in the future. Hope to see your comment and what you think about this! Thanks for reading! xD Until next time! ^^~~