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“Okay,” he mouths and closes the door behind him.
It’s easy not to care about hurting his feelings when he's out of sight. Because I don’t. I don’t care about hurting anyone’s feelings. I’m a supervillain and proud of it.
I wave at the gang staring at me, and two moments later, Jack comes out, and we go back to watching the movie.
They sit him right next to me, of course, which means he’s plastered all over my side, but thankfully, my fur coat puts a layer between us. The last thing I need is for him to be touching me right now.
“Are you sure you don’t want to take this off?” one of the guys asks, but I shake my head, trying to hide my frustration.
I’m melting, but it’s not coming off.
“I’m cold,” I tell them. “Now watch, Jenna is about to go in the closet.” I point at the TV.
Somehow, I get drawn into the movie, which I guess isn’t that hard since I love it, but still. All things considered, I’m in too much of a pickle to enjoy myself. I just need it to be over so I can go home.
But then…
I turn around just as Jenna manages to fix everything and get her happily ever after, and I find him. Lying on me. More specifically, buried in the fur on my shoulder.
Maybe he’s not the monster I imagine him to be. Maybe he’s actually…decent. Maybe waking him would be cruel, considering what I’ve put him through today.
“She never got to live her childhood!” Brandon cries with all the tissues in front of him, and Robin comforts him.
“Of course she did, Brandon. We just didn’t see it,” Annie comforts him. “We’re should go,” she whispers when she notices Jack next to me.
I nod, and slowly but surely, they all put their shoes and coats back on. All I can do is look at Jack.
He looks at peace. As if I haven’t shaken up his world. As if I haven’t trapped him to me for God knows how long.
“Good night,” Zeke whispers, and the door clicks shut.
And with that, my mind snaps back into place.
I roll away and let Jack fall to his side.
“Wake up, Mr. Happy.”
I watch him go from oblivion to squeezing his eyes and nuzzling the sofa cushions, and I can’t help but wish he was nuzzling me in that way.
“What happened?” he mutters when he manages to open his heavy eyes.
Damn it, Seojun. Get your head screwed on.
“We’re going home is what’s happening. Get up, get dressed.”
That’s right. I can’t spend any more time in this guy’s world. It’s like a trap. An enchantment. And the last thing I need is to do something icky, like get a crush or fall in love with the guy in front of me.
I’m a supervillain. Supervillains don’t fall for the good guy. Ever.
CHAPTER 8
JACK
As soon as my friends walked up to us, I could smell the disaster, and of course, the big bang came when I had no other option but to tell them Seojun is my fiancé. As if I wouldn’t tell my friends I was in a relationship, even if it was with a closeted individual. Oh, what they must think of me and our friendship.
But on the plus side, that means more people have met him and witnessed my enslavement. I don’t know how exactly that’s a good thing, but I’m sure it is.
“Interesting bunch. Your friends,” he says when we’re back in a cab on our way to Central Park, though I have no idea why we’re even going there.
