You stare at him with half-lidded eyes, fully aware of the lust that shows through your gaze, and you see a strange hunger flicker into his eyes. In the back of your mind, you wonder what it is, but the alcohol muddles your mind and you wrench your hands free from his grasp, clutching onto his shirt before reversing your positions. Harshly, you push him against the wall and jump on him, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms automatically came around your back in support. You briefly note the surprise in his eyes before you crash your lips on his, pushing past stunned lips to get a taste of him. He leans against the wall heavily for support, one hand strong around your waist as the other edges under your shirt. You can only grip his hair in anticipation, pulling his head back a little to delve deeper into his mouth. The burning in your chest finally breaks you apart and you pull away, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and sucking on the skin, half-determined to leave a mark or two. You can hear his harsh breaths in your ear as he pulls you tight against him, and you suck harder, inwardly smirking at the catch in his breath.

"Su, what-'" he begins, but you let go roughly and clamp a hand over his mouth, muffling his words.

"Shut up. Just. Fucking. Shut. Up." And the disbelief in his eyes brings a sneer to your face. "You don't know, do you? You don't know anything."

He twists his head suddenly and you let your hand go, allowing him to speak. "Know what? What are you talking about? What are you even doing here? You're drunk, Su. I'm taking you home." He loosens his hold on you and you panic, not wanting it to end here. You've already come too far.

"Damn it!" You yell, landing a blow on his shoulder and ignoring his sharp hiss. "You're not fucking listening to me!"

"Su, let go of m-"

"No! You're mine, damn it!" You scream, tears running down your face in desperation. "Why are you doing this to me? Why do you always fucking tease me and then leave me and come to these kind of places and get drunk and come home and throw up in the morning and you never even look at me or ask me what I think about all this sh-"

"Su! Su, please!" And you realize that he's been calling your name for the past few minutes, his hands frantically brushing away the tears that never stopped falling down your face. "'Su…" he murmurs when you've finally stopped, and you can't stop the sobs from escaping your body as you shake violently from the overwhelming emotions that flood your senses.

"I love you…" you whisper, voice cracking.

"No… you don't. You're drunk, Su." He states adamantly, as if he understands what you're going through.

"Yes I do. Why aren't you listening to me?" You scrub at your eyes, disgusted by the crack in your voice.

"You don't love me. You can't love me." He smiles weakly, hesitation in his eyes. And you see a small trace of fear in the dark depths, growing larger as you continuously nod your head.

"I love you. Stop saying that…" you sniff, taking in a shuddering breath. "Why can't I?"

"Because it's wrong." He says, and the world crashes around you. Your eyes blur as a new wave of tears build behind your eyes, and you don't hear the whimper that escapes your lips, or see the guilt that reflects in his eyes. "Su… I'm sorry…"

And he loosens your hold on him and sets you down on the floor, stroking your cheeks before turning and digging around in his pockets for something. You're not sure because of the tears that blind you. Just as you were about to say something, he reaches over and pushes your damp hair out of your eyes. You feel something being stuffed into your hand and you look down in surprise before looking up again. He is gone by then, and you bite your lip and clench your fists, pulling your knees to your chest tightly and sobbing into the dark fabric of your jeans.

Remembering the object he had stuffed into your hand, you look down and open your fist, ignoring the hard marks your nails has imprinted upon your palm, and smooth out a small piece of wrinkled paper. On it, scribbled in a handwriting you've seen many times, are four words that ignite a fresh onslaught of tears.

I love you too.

And at that moment, you know that you're trapped forever.

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A/N: This was originally written as a piece of fanfiction for a friend of mine, who requested a second person narrative, but I decided it could also work as original fiction. So, if you recognize it from elsewhere, don't sue. :)