Kayeon

“Hey, Kayeon!" Donnie called her from below, waving his hands to get her attention quickly, but she already saw him, as a matter of fact, she had already smelt him from afar off. Of course, it's normal to recognize one's boyfriend's scent from a distance, but then, her ability to perceive him miles away really got her thinking. And yeah, scared too. She was just a writer. An obsessed werewolf writer. Nothing more. Take away the fact that she writes, and she's just like every other average female high school student out there. So, what exactly was wrong with her? "Could I be...", she whispered, starting to think about what could possibly be happening, but dismissed the thought as fast as it had invaded her thoughts. "Hell, no." She said to herself. "That can't be. No way...I can't be..." She was starting to say to no one in particular again, when Donnie's voice cut through the air again, this time increasing by an octave. “Babe! Let's go for lunch. I'm..." "Starving. Yes, I know. I'm coming.” Kayeon cut in sharply. She was tired. She moved reluctantly towards the stairs, a little frown plastered on her face in frustration. She honestly just wanted to be left alone. Donnie pulled her in for a hug as soon as she made it down fully, and she tried to return it with the same energy at least, but, she didn't even come half close and he noticed it, so, he slowly released her and tried to smile, but she could read the hurt and feeling of rejection on his face, and even though she expected him to talk about it, he didn't. He just took her right hand in his left and they walked down to the cafeteria silently. "What would you like to eat?" He asked as he pulled out a seat for her, his eyes boring into hers as he gazed down at her in her seat. His light brown eyes were soft and innocent, and could melt even the stoniest of hearts. She could read confusion and pain in his eyes clearly, and for a moment, she felt pity for him. She broke their eye contact, and she could swear she heard his heart break. "I'd have whatever meal you choose to have,” she replied, relieving herself of her backpack as she slung it forward onto her thigh. "Alright. Be right back." Donnie said and left for the counter to get their orders. She unzipped her bag and fished out her headphone and was soon listening to Madalen Duke's Born alone, Die alone. She eased into her seat slowly and threw her head to the back, as Madalen's voice boomed softly in her ears. She didn't know when her eyes folded close as a billion thoughts coursed through her mind, all the while trying to figure out how her strong sense of smell, hearing, speed and other werewolf-like traits came to be. She had always had a strong ability to sense things, but then, what she has been experiencing for the past few days was just unarguably abnormal for a human. That, she knew. Was it the way she could hear things from far away, or the way her speed had surprisingly increased. Or was it the way all the smell in the restaurant right now were choking her? Smell from the students who reeked of sweat from the gym, from the basketball, volleyball, and football courts. The students who wore light and heavy perfumes alike, or was it how she could feel Donnie's presence, as he settled into his seat across her without her opening her eyes, and the smell of the meal infiltrating her nostrils unapologetically. She opened her eyes as he leaned over to tap her, and sat up, drawing her chair closer to the table. "Thank you," she muttered, picking the cutlery that lay neatly on the red plastic tray, next to the food, and started to eat. Donnie took a while before he picked his cutlery too to start eating, and even though she wasn't looking at him, she could feel his eyes on her, almost throughout the meal. She knew he had questions. Tons of them. Just like she did, but who was she gonna ask? Wasn't she going to sound crazy? It was obvious he wanted to talk, but at the same time, was being careful not to annoy her, since he really couldn't make sense of her behavior and withdrawal from him for the past few days now. She ate her food without saying a word. The school's restaurant meals have always been known to be tasty, but today seemed different. Their fried rice and the coleslaw and chicken altogether was nauseating to her, but she ate it anyways. It was the least she could do to please him. He deserved the best of treatments from her and she has given him nothing close the last couple of days. She gently placed the cutlery on her plate which had on it a few grains of rice and coleslaw. "Thank you," she said, pushed back her chair and made to stand up, when she felt his left hand on hers, holding on to it firmly, but gently, forcing her to relax back in her seat. He didn't let go of her hand, as they locked eyes. He had a proding look, like he was tryna rummage through her eyes for answers. His soft hands were warm, just like his numerous charming smiles, which he dashed out in dozens from time to time, to whoever came around him. Except for the past few days, when those smiles had been replaced with worry and concern, which was clearly because of her and which she was deeply sorry for, but strangely couldn't understand too. “Kayeon?" Donnie called softly, causing her to break from her thoughts and gaze on his neatly trimmed fingers to face him. The look on his face made her ache. It wanted to make her cry. He had his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his eyes though still beautiful as ever, looked empty, and no, his eyes weren't empty, she could see the tiny tears lurking at the corner of his eyes he was trying to fight back, while trying to maintain his composure. She hated herself in that moment, and even more when she noticed his untouched food. He didn't eat. She was going to get emotional too and she knew it, so she force pulled her hand from his grip. “Kayeon? Tell me what's going on." Donnie whispered and she could hear the quiver in his voice. She couldn't take it no longer. She pushed back her chair and stood up, slung her backpack over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Donnie. I wish I knew too." She said and walked off, leaving him right there.