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[[☾]] Dancing With Fire // Lee Minhyuk

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen & Fiq

Title: Dancing With Fire

Characters: Minhyuk & Reader

Summary: An unspoken challenge that set them ablaze on stage

Author’s Note: The hand typed itself, honest!

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She felt like she was soaring when the dancers’ parts for the concert were announced. She was actually chosen as his partner. Him who all the female dancers want to work with. It felt like a fan being picked for a special interaction with the idol; he was someone they looked up to, as a dancer and entertainer, and of course his charming side that melted even the coldest of hearts.

It was the first practice day. The dancers were earlier than the main leads as they had a prep briefing before everything happens. They were all scattered around the dance practice room, chatting among themselves before the door slammed open. Coming into their visions were seven confident and excited men. They laughed at their slamming-the-door-open joke and apologized before greeting us for the day. They went on to practice for the songs that consisted of the whole group, deciding to leave the solo stages practice to the last as some members had their own schedule to rush for.

During one of the breaks, she was seated somewhere in front of the mirror chatting with a fellow colleague. The boys were at the back of the room with the choreographer, briefing about their solo stages. She stole a glance at them through the mirror’s reflection but found a pair of eyes staring back at her through the same mirror. That gaze was heated enough to burn a hole in the mirror if he continued staring. Upon realizing their eye contact, the end of his lips lifted into a smirk. His eyes reflected mischief and the hint of an indirect challenge. A shiver ran down her spine as their staring game continued. His eyes were telling her about an unspoken start of something that would transpire between them.

~*~

“No, no, your bodies are supposed to be closer… Like this.”

The choreographer stepped forward after he paused the music. Clicking his tongue, he repositioned Minhyuk’s hand on Y/N’s hip while gesturing for him to place his leg closer between hers. Satisfied, he circled the two of them once before returning to his seat at the front of the practice room. Minhyuk gulped when he realised how close the two of them were. There was no sense of personal space between them and he was getting slightly uncomfortable with it. Well, he was a little worried that his body would betray the emotions that he had been controlling all this while.

Y/N smirked when she noticed Minhyuk’s brow furrowing. He was not aware of it but after the choreographer moved away from them, he subconsciously adjusted his hand and leg again to be away from her. She had always found his nice side to be cute, despite their previous challenges. However, this nice and respectful side was hindering their dance practice and honestly, she was getting tired from repeating the same thing over and over again. She stole a glance and saw that the choreographer was distracted by something on his phone. She tilted her neck slightly, placing her head on his shoulder and whispered, her breath tickling his right ear.

“Someone can’t perform up to expectations today, eh,” she teased, lowering her voice purposefully just like he did yesterday while making clear of the innuendo in her words.

He glared at her and just as he was about to retort, the choreographer clapped his hands and started the music. Rising up to the challenge, Minhyuk repositioned his grip, holding on to her with a little more force than necessary. They rehearsed their second set properly but he made sure that she paid for her comment. Right before where they had stopped earlier, he brushed his fingers subtly down her shoulder blade and lingered a little longer right below her bra and near breast before stroking her hip and holding her just like the dance called for. To tease her further, he angled his hips slightly, inciting more contact than necessary before ending the set with his legs close to her crotch. He smirked, enjoying the way her cheeks turned scarlet from their close proximity. However, she held his gaze as if she was trying to say that he had no effect on her. As if she was daring him to do so much more.

“Perfect!”

Their moment was interrupted with a clap and the choreographer’s excited voice. She jumped slightly from the interruption and glared when she heard his soft chuckles. He might have won today but he did not know what she had been planning up her sleeves. He should never have played with her competitive nature. Unknown to him, she really loved to win. And she always did.

~*~

It was the end of their last dance rehearsals before the concert tomorrow. While she had most of her choreography down to a pat, she stayed behind to continue practicing and to release some of the tension in her. She would not admit that he got on her nerves most of the time during practice. She liked it, she liked stepping on his metaphorical toes and challenging him consistently. It was just… well, if she had to admit, it was affecting her a little.

She tied her hair up into a ponytail before choosing one of her favourite songs. She went over to the corner of the dance practice room and dragged one of the plastic folding chairs over to the front. Humming to the song, she prepared her personal stage while she waited for the music’s cue. Even though she danced to this years ago, she continued to remember her old favourite choreography easily. Smirking, she readied herself before losing to the music’s sensual embrace.

He watched her from the dance room’s entrance, enthralled in her own self-performance. She was a sight to behold; every movement that she made captured his attention even more. She made no mistakes and even though she was performing by herself, she continued to own her stage with her confidence. He smiled to himself; this was why she had been chosen as his partner in tomorrow’s concert. She was a perfectionist and she loved a good challenge, even when it was uncalled for in the main choreography.

Minhyuk crossed his arms as he continued observing her. She was too focused that she did not even notice she had an audience. But knowing her, she just did not care about him enough, she did not even notice the effect she had every time she touched him. Too soon, he started to make his approach to her because he just hated the fact that he was being ignored. Aware that she hated to be interrupted while dancing, he joined her swiftly and silently in the second part of the choreography just to rile her up.

Y/N rolled her eyes when she felt his body behind her. She knew that he had been standing by the door from the beginning but she did not want to give him the satisfaction that she had seen him. One of his strong arms wrapped her waist from behind, pulling her against his chest while his other hand wrapped itself around her outstretched wrist. She covered his hand on the wrist, never missing the beat while using the momentum to pull his other hand towards her so that he was now holding her by her hips. Extracting her hands from his, she leaned back into his embrace, her right hand reaching out to hold him by his neck. Both brushed their bodies close to the other as they swayed slowly to the music.

“I didn’t receive the memo that there’s extra dance practice tonight,” Minhyuk whispered in her ear.

He rejoiced silently when he noticed that she shivered when his breath tickled her skin. She ignored him as she continued rubbing her ass against his leg and particularly lingering on his length. He hissed at the contact, increasing his grip on her waist. They were practically grinding each other as she bopped her head to the music.

“That’s because you weren’t invited.” Her voice was a breathy whisper and he smirked, knowing exactly that she was affected by their close proximity.

“Shame, I could have shown you a good time,” he countered.

He heard her laughed softly. All of a sudden, she turned her body so that they were facing each other. He did not release his hold on her and instead, his hands trailed lower until he cupped her ass through her tights. She leaned her head closer so that her lips brushed against his neck. With a ghost of a kiss, she pulled back just as soon as the song ended.

“Why don’t you start making promises you can keep, hon. I hate to keep getting disappointed,” she teased as she pulled his hands away and released herself from his embrace.

“Y’know the saying, you won’t know the merchandise until you try it out?” he called out as she began to pack her things up.

She headed to the door and he was about to take a step to follow her when she stopped and turned, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips.

“But, I just did. I mean, after feeling it through your pants, it just feels slightly… lacking y’know,” she shrugged, winking at his dumbfounded expression. “Clean up and lock the door before you leave, hon. Hate to have people stealing your merchandise.”

With a little wave, she turned and left the room. Leaving him and his raging hard-on alone in the empty dance studio.

She might have won this round but tomorrow, well, tomorrow would be another matter altogether.

~*~

The dancers arrived early in the morning for warm-ups and rehearsals. It was said that the leads would be joining only in the early morning. In groups, they took turns to get ready for the long day.

“Gosh, I’m so nervous that I didn’t have a good sleep last night,” she heard a colleague whining.

Last night? She smirked at the memories from last night, particularly his raging expression as she strolled out of the room. And of course that raging little member below.

“Y/N? How is it like practicing with Minhyuk?” A colleague drew her attention back to reality. Shocked at the sudden question, she stuttered as she tried to find an answer.

“He’s a nice guy, gentlemanly and professional.” They were not fully lies, just half-truths. Shoving their game aside, he really fit all the traits mentioned.

They went on with the preparations needed for the busy night. Soon, the leads joined them for the rehearsals. They went according to the song list, rehearsing one song after another. Finally, it was time for the solo stages. She waited by the stage as the staff called for him. As soon as their eyes meet, he threw her a smirk as he strolled towards the stage. As her part would start only from the middle of the song onwards, she took her position somewhere on stage but out of the audiences’ views.

He took one last glance at her before the lights went off. And during that glance, he seemed to realize something; she was braless. He was not sure if she knew that her dress, while dark, was sheer enough under the light. Shaking his head mentally and hoping it was just a mistake, he headed towards the middle of the stage to commence the start of his solo stage rehearsal. The music dropped and he started swaying to it as he learned, adding his own style of dance.

~*~

The concert started with no hiccups. They danced with all their might, sang with all their strength and the fans supported them with everything they had. As the concert neared the end of the first half, the start of the solo stages kicked off. He stood somewhere near the stage in the darkness as he stabilized his thinking and fast breathing. The thought of standing on stage in front of so many pairs of eyes after all the teasing they had scared him. As the member in front of him ended his performance, the staff called for him to standby. The performance ended with screams and the stage turned pitch black. But before it did, he managed to catch a glimpse of her, waiting at the side as she eyed the member going off the stage. She found him staring and winked at him while she licked her lips.

He was determined to win this unspoken competition that started due to each other’s competitive personality. With a deep breath, he stepped up on stage after the cue, finding his starting position. As the music started, screams erupted and the stage slowly came to life as the lights shone on him, centering on the star of the show. Right on cue, she entered the stage, strutting confidently in those high heels. Just like they practiced, he offered his hand out to her and she took it, marking the start of their joint performance.

Halfway through the dance, he was aware that something felt off. Different. They did not make any mistakes nor did they trip over each other. In fact, they were the perfect visions of the choreographer’s dream. But, something was different than what they practiced. As he twirled her around so that she was behind him, he thought he had misjudged the distance for it ended up with her chest rubbing against his back through his shirt when she did a body wave before she moved away. But one touch of her chest and he internally gasped, realising how bare it felt as her clothed nipples brushed against him. Thankfully, the next steps had him pulling her back into his arms and he searched her eyes and face for a response for earlier. And he found it.

She smirked when she met his confused and stunned expression but she masked it easily. Their challenge between each other had culminated and had reached the climax on this very stage. This was their ultimate showdown: to see if the other could remain professional while on stage despite… some teasings. Honestly, she did not plan to dance braless but it was just too tight while she wore the body-con dress. Because of that, she began thinking up of a contingency plan to bring him down and make her the winner of this competition. She knew he did not expect that, in fact, she knew he was hyper-aware that their stage was different than normal. She was a little disappointed that he took too long to register that it was because her touch lingered at more places and a little longer than necessary.

He spun her again and when he caught her, she met his eyes and she saw the same competitive hungry determination reflected in them. Away from the audience’s vision, his left hand trailed below her hips and his fingers brushed the curve of her ass cheek, pinching it subtly before he let her go. The next set had him going behind her and unlike their rehearsals, their bodies were subtly touching each other. While they swayed to the music, she distinctively felt his growing boner rubbing against her ass crack just like last night. His touch seemed to burn her skin in every place that he touched and she felt her goosebumps rising from them. In the final set, she was behind him and had her hands over his chest, with his hands covering hers. Unlike their rehearsals, their fingers were intertwined and he held hers with more force than necessary. Finally, he spun her to his side and just as the ending choreography called for, he pulled her closer while she lifted her leg up to his side, his hands supporting her thigh. Subtly, he arched his hips into her crotch, grinning innocently at her surprised reaction, before the lights dimmed instantly on them as their stage ended.

Glad that he had no mic on him, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear before letting her go.

“Backstage toilet. Three minutes.”

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He escaped to the backstage toilet with his hard-on, hiding it before anything embarrassing happened. He groaned at the fact that she had so much effect on him. He knew he had lost, glancing down at his proud member which appeared to struggle to break free from his pants. His fist knocked against the wall as he growled inwardly. Determined that she would have to pay for the mess she started, he listened for her voice as he knew she would have to walk past the toilet to head towards the dancers’ resting room. He could not trust her to come to him even after what he said earlier. That woman was the devil herself; she lived to make him burn with desire for her. Finally, he heard her faint voice as she sang along to the song that was blasting through the speakers. Quickly, he opened the door wide enough to grab onto her arm and pulled her into the small cubicle, locking the door behind them. She stared at him, in shock from his actions.

His hot gaze burned into her dark orbs as he stepped closer to brush his boner against her bare thighs. She revealed a victory smirk as she reached out to stroke it through his pants.

“Looks like I’ve won,” she said it loud enough over the music outside.

Triggered by her words, he groaned before leaning in to finally capture her lips with his, something he had fantasised to do since their first meeting. She met him halfway as she stepped closer, her frame now nestled between his legs. She unbuttoned his pants while he moved to pull the hem of her dress up over her waist. Once she freed his member, she started wrapping her small palm over it, rubbing it up and down slowly and he hissed at the contact. He pulled away, frustrated at her teasing even till now.

“We don’t have much time.”

With that, he pressed her down on her shoulders, meeting her eye level with his cock. She chuckled at the desperation in her voice. Her eyes glanced up to meet his as she slowly started to run her lips against his length. Using her tongue, she traced it along his cock and licked the head and the pre-cum on it. His eyes darkened with lust as he eyed her actions. Using her free hand, she started massaging his balls while she continued teasing him with her lips and tongue. When she heard him moan, she smirked and parted her lips to wrap them around his cock. He hissed at the sudden wet contact as she moved her head up and down, her tongue continued to lick him while he was in her mouth. She hummed her enjoyment and he shivered at the slight vibration from it. Still staring at him, he flinched slightly when he felt her teeth purposely grazing against his sensitive skin, earning him a laugh from her. Growling, he pulled her up onto her feet before she could protest and pushed her against the wall.

He pulled her arms above her head as he leaned in to attack her neck. Upon finding her sensitive spot almost immediately, she squirmed under his touch and he was further encouraged by her soft moans. He sucked at the same spot, biting it gently at the end and he knew that would leave a mark. His hand moved lower as he sought for her soaking wet core. He rubbed her clit through her panties, amazed at how dripping wet it already was. Squatting before her, he moved to pull down her panties. Unable to stop himself from the sight before him, he leaned his head closer and licked her clit. She buckled under his touch and he immediately reached out to support her. Pulling her thigh over his shoulder, he continued savouring her taste, licking her clit in a circular motion before moving downwards and penetrating her vagina with his tongue. Moaning, she ran her fingers through his hair as she mumbled incoherently. Tasting that she was getting wetter, he continued to lick her while his thrust his fingers into her entrance. Realising that they were left with the duration of one more song, he removed his fingers and stood up. Still reeling from the onslaught of pleasure, she gazed up at him dazedly as he turned her around so that her sweet perky ass was greeting him. Hurriedly, he gripped her hips as he aligned his hardened cock, poised at her core, wedging the head with her lips.

With a rough thrust, he entered her fully, his balls hitting her ass with a soft smack. She gasped and he felt her trying to get used to his length. She arched her back towards him and he reached out to hold onto her breasts as he entered her again. He felt her erect nipples through her sheer dress and played with them with his fingers as he focused his lower abdomen to achieve their mutual pleasure. He felt her rotating her hips, signaling she was ready for more. He pulled his cock out to thrust it back in, quickly and deeply but not enough to hurt her. He shivered as the sound of their skin and body slamming against each other filled the small confines between them. He had imagined taking her from behind ever since they grinded against each other last night. Arching his hips up, he went deeper earning him a groan from her. Her hands found his wrapped around her waist and she tangled their fingers together. She felt him swell in her, stretching her walls further.

“Close?” he asked breathily.

She nodded her head frantically, her mind gone and clouded from the wave of sudden pleasure. Just as she was about to groan out her release, he placed a hand over her lips to silence her. With a few more thrusts, she felt him pulling out of her, his hot cum sprayed onto her inner thighs.

Pants filled the cubicle as the performance on stage neared its end. Still collecting himself, both of his hands were rested on the wall, trapping her between them. He turned around to pull the roll of toilet papers and started cleaning the mess he made on her legs. As he knelt between her feet, he tenderly wiped his cum from her while she still reeled from the high. Finally, the both of them adjusted their clothes and dressed just in time as the performance ended. Before she could reach for the doorknob, he wrapped his fingers and pulled her into his arms. Bending forward, he whispered into her ear.

“Since you’ve enjoyed sampling my merchandise, I intend to keep the sales promise. This isn’t over, hon.”

[cat-tob]

Mornings With You

Sometimes waking up every morning is the hardest thing to do.

Lee Minhyuk x OC

(previously uploaded under killingmebtob, this is a revised edition)

The alarm clock made its way into my unconsciousness, effectively ruining whatever good dream I had. Groaning, I slammed it off and tried to sit up. However, my movements were halted when I realised that there was an arm wrapped tightly around my waist; unmoving and unwilling to let me go. Tracing the arm to its owner, I turned my body and saw that my boyfriend was still sound asleep, snoring slightly next to me. Since the comeback period was over, he would often spend his free time lazing around or going out with his friends when I was at work.

I tried to free myself from him again but that movement caused him to subconsciously flex and tighten his grip. I sighed and leaned over him. Stretching a finger, I jabbed him none too lightly in his arm to wake him up.

“Babe,” I whispered. 

No response. I poked him again and continued to do so until I heard his groan. Instead of stirring awake, he kept his eyes closed and pretended to be asleep. Giggling, I rolled my eyes and studied his handsome face that was clearly feigning sleep. While waiting for him to release me, I traced my finger along his nose bridge and flicked his nostrils lightly. He wrinkled his nose, yet the arm remained where it was. Brushing my hair to the side of my neck, I lowered my head and gave a peck on his cheek. Still no reaction. I trailed soft kisses down his jaw and all over his face. When my lips touched the corner of his, I felt his smile before seeing it. 

Clearly he was awake. “This wasn’t what I had in mind…” I muttered under my breath. I heard his chuckle as he gripped my wrist tighter and pulled me closer to his side. 

“Minhyuk, babe, love… I’m going to be late,” I whined, even as I reluctantly glanced at the digital clock on the side table. 

“Mmm… five more minutes?” he bargained, his voice deep and hoarse with sleep. Even though we were entering our fifth year together, I could never resist the way his voice sent warm tingles down my spine. As if he knew the effect that he had on me, he buried his head closer to the back of my neck and simply… breathed. Then, he closed the small space and pressed a light kiss. 

“Mmm… don’t,” I warned him half-heartedly. Aware that my words would not have any effect on him, I twisted around to face him. His eyelids were half-lowered and his cute front teeth peeped out from his half-opened lips. With his messy hair that fell over his eyes, it gave an overall innocent and peaceful look on him.

And he knew it. 

Slowly, as if he felt my gaze on him, his eyelids fluttered open and his face brightened up. Stretching his lips into a lazy smile, he asked, “Did I manage to persuade you to stay home with me?”

“Unfortunately, no. I can’t be late, Minhyuk.” I tapped his nose teasingly. With a small groan, he pushed himself nearer and buried his face into my chest. 

He sighed. “Can’t you call in sick?”

I chuckled when I heard the pout in his voice. Resting my chin on the top of his head, I tried to pacify him. 

“I’ll be back real soon, okay? I really have to go. There’s a very important meeting today,” I explained slowly and gently. At the same time, I lifted my hand up and brushed his hair. 

He pulled back to look at me in the face. “No more working late?”

“Not tonight. Tonight’s especially for you.” I chuckled when his smile deepened, clearly satisfied with my response. 

Slowly, he pulled his arms away and set me free. Hurriedly, I spent whatever little time that I had to wash up and get ready for work. Realising that I barely had time for my morning coffee, I made my way to the kitchen while tying my hair up in a ponytail. Surprisingly, Minhyuk was standing by the coffee maker. Grinning, he slid me a cup of freshly made coffee. I pecked his cheek as thanks and downed it slowly. While I drank my coffee, I peered over the rim of the cup and admired my boyfriend’s bare chest. On any other days, I would have hugged him and kept my hands on the waistband of his pyjama pants. Pity, today was not such a day. 

I turned around to see him packing a box of egg-mayo sandwich into a lunch bag. “Is that for me?” I asked as I took another sip of the coffee. 

“You think?” he countered playfully as he zipped the bag up. 

Once he was done, he picked the bag up and placed it by my arm. Then he hugged me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. “Of course it’s for you, dummy. It’s filled with my love so you will think of me when you have your lunch.” To punctuate his point, he kissed the top of my head and patted it twice. 

“Love you too,” I replied, grinning. However, our sweet moment would have to wait. I gulped the rest of the coffee down and placed the cup on the table. “Okay, I really got to go now,” I said, turning around to hug him goodbye. 

His arms remained by his side as he pouted, silently protesting my actions. With a laugh, I kissed his pursed lips. “Cheer up, you’ll see me soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

Nevertheless, he took the empty cup and placed it in the sink. At the same time, I collected the lunch bag and my handbag. As I slipped into my heels at the doorway, he played around and tried to keep my car keys out of my reach. After giving him another kiss, he placed them reluctantly in my hand. 

“Be good, then I’ll come back early,” I teased. Just as I was about to unlock the front door, he tapped on his cheek. With a dramatic sigh, I stepped closer to give him his goodbye kiss but he turned his head and caught my lips with his instead. 

I tsked. “Sneaky”

“I’m missing you already.”

I gave a light peck on the tip of his nose. “Me too. Tonight, yeah?”

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What is Pieces of Melodies?

When killingmeBTOB ‘s Twitter account hit 250 followers, the team decided to open a submission corner for their fellow Melodies who are not kmbtob writers. Every month, the kmbtob team will release a prompt and people have 2 weeks to submit their own stories.

From all the submission, 4 pieces will be chosen. 2 will be published on the 3rd week of the month and the last 2 will be posted on the last week. Other submissions that are not selected, if any, will be posted in a file sharing drive that will be open for everyone to view.

The team hopes that you will look forward to the pieces that they have selected per month.

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You Weren’t Here // Jung Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: You Weren’t Here

Characters: Jung Ilhoon x Reader

Summary: Y/N had a nightmare after an argument with Ilhoon,

Author’s Note: Been missing for too long or no one noticed AHAHA requests are now open! Do drop us some ^^

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It was dinner time. And it all started out with a concern from me.

"Stop stopping me from doing what I want, it's my job!" He shouted back, throwing his hands in the air.

"I'm not stopping you. I get it, it's what you do for a living, what I'm just saying is tone down with it. You've been coming home late and leaving home way too early. And at times, you spend the night in the studio. I'm just worried." I calmly said, trying to put out the fire.

"Because I'm rushing for our comeback! Why can't you understand? You said it was nice that I had something I'm passionate about!"

"It is! And I'm still proud of it! I'm saying it's not healthy like this!"

"So it's healthy to just laze around and do nothing like you?"

And that was enough to send my walls crumbling. Upon graduating from college just a few months ago, I still couldn't get a job and my boyfriend had to help out in terms of financial more than I do. He said he didn't mind it.

He said.

I push the chair to stand up, picking up the plate of uneaten food and placed it in the fridge. Without another word exchange, I headed towards the bedroom we share. But was stopped by him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." He said softly. But I know. Him apologizing doesn't mean he gives in to the argument. It was just for that one sentence he threw at me.

"Step aside." I spat coldly. And I didn't need to say it twice.

I buried myself in pillows. I hated the feeling of arguing with him. I love him, and so do he. But his stubbornness and hot temper can really get the best of him. And now feeling so awful, I can't even go to him for a cuddle.

The door clicked open, light from outside the bedroom shone into the darkness. I heard him let out a sigh. Upon the lack of my reaction, he announced that he'll be sleeping in the guest room.

He went towards the closet and pulled his sleeping clothes before heading out once more, silence that filled the air choking me the whole time. As the door was closed once again, I felt a tear rolling down from the side of my eye. Using the back of my hand to wipe it off, my eyelids fluttered close. I was drained after that heated argument.

"Sorry, I don't feel the way I did anymore." He coldly threw at me, without even turning around to face me. With luggage in his hands, he headed towards the door of our apartment and left. For good.

I sobbed, while running after him. As the door closed, I grabbed onto the door knob to push it open. But it wouldn't budge, not even an inch. The anxiety in me grew as my sobbing continued. He loves me, he can't leave just like this.

I felt myself helplessly dropped onto the ground as I banged on the door, wishing he would open it again and pull me into his embrace.

I gasped as I snapped my eyes open. My breathing was so quick I had to calm myself down. It was a nightmare, he's not leaving. But when I turned around, the space next to me was empty. The scene from last night came flooding back in. Pulling the blanket out of my legs, I headed towards our bathroom and splashed some water to keep myself from overthinking.

I'll just check that he hasn't leave, I persuaded myself. Tip-toeing to the guest room, I opened the door slightly, just enough for me to peek in. And there he was on the bed, sleeping soundly. Before I knew it, I found myself creeping up next to him and settled on the bed.

It woke him up as he murmured, "Y/N? What are you doing?"

"I had a nightmare and you weren't around." I mumbled back. His expression softened at the mention of my purpose. He instinctively wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him.

"What was it about?" He carefully asked. We have always believe that talking about nightmares will prevent them from happening for real.

"You left me, for good. You said you don't love me anymore. I ran after you, but the door just couldn't open. I -" I choked as I felt my tears rising again. He shushed me to stop, burying my face into his chest as he patted the back of my head.

"I'm here alright, no one's leaving." He reassured me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have -"

"It was my fault, you meant well but I took it the wrong way." He cut me off as I was about to apologize for starting the fight.

"I hate arguing with you."

"Me too."

I could hear him smiling through his words as we ended our argument.

"I'll come home earlier later, ok?" And I nodded, smiling with my eyes closed, tightening my grip around his body as I melted into his warmth.

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First Time // Seo Eunkwang

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: First Time

Characters: Eunkwang

Summary: There’s a meaning behind every meeting.

Author’s Note: My first biggest and longest project whew. So here’s the inspiration lists: concept of the first time is by a Chinese song, literally called <First Time> by singer Michael Wong, a few lines from this is inspired by the MV and the song <Here, After, Us> by Chinese band, Mayday, and of course my partner in crime Fiq! Lastly, enjoy <3

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The first time I saw her.

I was dragged to an outing with a few friends, rather reluctantly because there will be people that I do not know and I would rather stay in my dorm to rest on an off day without practice. I just hate the feeling of meeting and getting to know new people all over again. But upon entering the cafe, I thanked fate that I came. For I met a fallen angel that left me in awe with every breath that she took. The way she sashayed as she led us to an empty table in the cafe that we had set as our gathering venue; the way she laughed clearly at the jokes made; the way her eyes sparked against the sunlight; the way her pony tail swing as she walked. I did not manage to gather the courage to approach her as I hid among the other boys throughout the whole outing.

Not wanting to let another chance slipped, I promised myself to be brave when I see her again.

The first time I talked to her.

It must be fate.

The face that greeted me when I stepped into the store was the one I so wanted to see again. She smiled back at me, a sense of familiarity surrounded us as she showed me to my table. Thankfully, I had beaten my laziness into submission today and had decided to take a walk around on my off day.

“You’re Eunkwang, right?” she asked as I studied the menu. I nodded, secretly screaming and congratulating myself  that she remembered. She must have felt that I remembered who she is as well.

“What do you recommend here?”

“I would say the matcha latte is good. It warms you in this cold autumn

But little did she know, all I needed was her to keep me warm in this weather.

I went with what she recommended. While waiting for the drink, my fingers fidgeted as I thought of a plan to talk to her officially.

I have to. I need to.

“Here’s your latte,” her sweet voice interrupted my thoughts.

In a panic, I raised my hand only to accidentally knock over the hot liquid she had in her hands. I yelped when my legs came in contact with the hot temperature. Her subsequent flustering just made everything felt alright. She hurriedly took out tissues to wipe it off, though not helping but I felt myself froze against her touch.

“I’m so sorry. Please let me pay for the washing,” she offered, which I gently rejected.

“I’m so sorry, what can I do to make up to you?” she muttered mostly to herself as she continued to clean up the mess.

“Going out with me once may help.”

The first time I went out with her.

For the tenth time, I checked my outfit in front of the mirror. I did not want to look awful next to her. She would be looking her best, as beautiful as she already is. Deciding to not complicate my outfit, I went with a simple shirt and a pair of jeans, pulling a denim jacket over. Checking myself out for the last time, I inhaled deeply but it did nothing to slow down my fast heart beat.

I glanced around as I looked for traces of her. I decided to meet her here in this cafe as I had heard good reviews but had not had the chance to try it. While I was checking my plans for the day once again, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

“Hello,” she did a small wave with her hand after our eyes met.

“Hello,” I replied, letting out a breath I did not know I was holding until I saw her.

When I said she would be looking her best, she really was. A simple yellow dress that stopped mid-thigh with a coat over to protect herself from the cold, she had her hair down this time, spilling over her shoulders.

“I’m sorry if you waited for long,” she apologised, adjusting the hem of her dress as her smile brightened up the gloomy day.

“No I didn’t, let’s get inside.”

I pulled the door open, allowing her to enter first. It took us some time to get a table as it was a busy weekend at the cafe.

“What would you like?” I asked, reading the menu from our table.

“Just a latte will do,” she replied while digging for her wallet.

“This one’s on me,” I smiled a small one before heading towards the counter.

I added two slices of cheesecake into the order. Hoping it was a flavour she liked, with the full tray, I walked back towards our table, drawing her attention away from her phone.

“How did you know I like cheesecake?” She exclaimed excitedly, her eyes glittered with happiness. I sighed in relief, glad that everything was going on well. Removing everything from the tray, I took the seat opposite her as she took the first bite of the cheesecake.

“This is good,” she hummed as she dug in for another bite. Not wanting to spoil the mood, I sat there quietly, admiring her happy side. I soon realized she had cream stuck at the side of her lips.

“There’s something there,” I said, slowly raising my hand to clean it off.

But she did not seem to notice my intention, picking up a piece of tissue to wipe her lips clean. She smiled, being thankful that she was told about it. Awkward that I was not in time to help, I cleared my throat before picking up the fork to dig in.

“Where to now?” She asked after exiting the makeup shop she requested to stop by.

I pulled my phone out for the nth time, though knowing she was annoyed that I had been on my phone too often throughout the whole time with her. But I did not dare to tell her that my plans were all listed out in it. It was supposed to be movie time. I glanced around for the cinema, remembering it was somewhere around.

“You had everything planned out,” I heard her voice right next to my ear, scaring me in the broad daylight. In a hurry, I slide my phone back into my back pocket.

“Wh - what.. N - no…” I avoided all eye contact, embarrassed that she found out. The side of the lips lifted up to meet her cheeks. She let out a soft chuckle, stepping into my field of vision before tucking the fallen strain of hair behind her ears.

“It’s fine, I like how you took the time you spent with me seriously. So, what’s the next item on your list?”

The first time I confessed to her.

I walked past her cafe a few minutes before she clocked off. We chatted often through text, and she told me she was finishing work in the evening. Deciding to finally get it off my chest, I waited outside her workplace, hoping to walk her home at least.

“See you tomorrow!” I heard her chirpy voice called out. I straightened my back, stepping out from the small corner I found right outside the cafe. She was on her phone before she realized someone was there.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she squealed in surprise, her smile lighting up the otherwise the dark night.

“I was just walking by and I just happen to see you leaving. Are you catching the train home?” She nodded at my question.

“Let’s go together then,” I gestured, allowing her to make the move first.

The walk to the train station was a cold but enjoyable one. As autumn was fading into winter, the cold wind blew at us without mercy. We hurriedly brisk-walked to the station, seeking shelter from the weather.

“Finally, it’s a day off tomorrow,” she started after we boarded the train. I awkwardly patted on her back as a form of comfort.

“Service line is never easy,” I commented. She nodded in agreement.

“I’m thinking of getting a desk job soon.” she added.

“It’ll have better working hours, you really should.” She smiled in return as I agreed with her.

The short train ride was filled with mindless conversation as we talked about our respective days and activities. When we reached her stop, I did not respond to her goodbyes and instead, followed her out.

“This isn’t your stop, right?” she questioned, after realizing that I alighted with her.

“It’s dark, I should walk you home.”

She tried to reject but due to my stubborness, I refused to budge which resulted in her giving in eventually. Her place was relatively near to the subway station. She shivered as another gust of wind blew at us. In a flash, I pulled my coat down and placed it over her shoulder.

“You’ll be cold,” she barely said as she continued to shiver.

“I’ll be fine,” I reassured her.

No one breathed a word, for it was too cold to speak. But at the corner of our minds, we knew that we would be talking over text till someone fell asleep again. We finally reached her apartment. She pulled my coat away from her to return it to me.

“Thanks for walking me back. Hurry back home, alright? The temperature is dropping.” Concern filled her voice.

“Are you chasing me away now?” I joked, lightening the mood a little.

“I would never, but you have to go before it gets colder than this.” She gave me a last smile before she turned around to key in her passcode for her door.

“Actually, I have something I need to tell you.” I said as soon as her door was pushed open. She turned around, a questioning expression plastered on her face.

“I really like you. Will you give me a chance?”

The first time I held her hands.

Winter was finally here to stay, the temperature continued to drop drastically. With our thick coats, we walked down the street towards the movie theatre. It was the weekend and the company gave me a time off. Thankfully, with her new desk job, her working hours now clashed with mine, allowing us more time to meet during our non-working days.

The walk was not long but it was tiring due to the cold wind. At the corner of my eye, I saw her blowing hot air into her palms to keep them warm, before rubbing them against each other to create more heat from the friction. Before I could register my own actions, I reached out for one of her hand, held it in mine before inserting them into my own coat pocket. I could feel my cheeks burning, my ears turning red. But she did not seem to mind as she kept it there. Her hand was soft like her personality, smooth due to the hand cream she applied often, but cold like the weather.

Slowly, I intertwined my fingers with hers in the small compartment. And just like this, we made our way towards our destination, the both of us trying to hide our smiles.

The first time I hugged her.

I decided to spend time with her after her work. Grateful that practice ended earlier, I waited outside her company building. Finally seeing her figure making its way out of her workplace, her smile greeted me, surprised at my presence.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought of walking you home.”

She was lucky to get a job in this company where it was just a walking distance from her place. She went on filling me in about her day, about how her colleagues took care of her as a newbie. I felt relieved and happy that she was taken care of when I could not be with her.

The ringing of a bicycle bell brought me back to reality. In a hurry, I pulled her towards me as the bicycle sped past through the space created by my quick reflex. Glancing towards the back, I made sure there was no other cyclist riding past us. I felt her awkwardly pushing herself away from me and the idea of what had just happened finally hit me.

“I’m sorry I -”

“It’s ok, thanks for saving me.”

We finished the short walk in silence, the feeling of her close to me clouded my mind. How her petite body fit into mine perfectly, how our height difference was enough for her to lean her head onto my chest.

“Thanks for the walk.” She smiled a small one, the awkwardness still in the air.

As she started to push the door open, I inhaled deeply, mustering the courage needed. Grabbing onto her arm, I pull her towards me, wrapping my arms around her. I felt her tensed against my chest, probably still in a slight shock from the earlier event as well. Slowly, she raised her arms upwards, hugging me back. I rested my head on top of hers as I felt her melting into my embrace. I took in the scent of her perfume, feeling myself getting drunk on it.

We stayed like this for as long as we could remember. Reluctantly, I pulled back, allowing her to enter her apartment to rest for the night. Before she closed the door, she gave me a last glance with a smile.

“Good night.”

The first time I shared a kiss with her.

Christmas vibe filled the air, christmas trees were everywhere and christmas carols could be heard wherever we went. It was our first Christmas together. We decided to just catch a dinner together due to the extreme weather. Walking past a huge christmas tree in front of a shopping mall, she stopped in her track to admire the beautiful scene. I stood next to her as we sighed.

All was well until I heard her sneeze. Turning around to face her, her nose was red. Realizing she did not have a scarf around her bare neck, I hurriedly pulled mine off and wrapped it around her.

“Why didn’t you dress more? It’s cold, you should take care of yourself. Remember to wrap yourself more in this weather,” I unknowingly started to nag at her, worried that she might catch a cold.

But she did not breathe a word, the whole time she was just eyeing my every action as I tied it around her neck. After securing the scarf with a knot, my eyes lifted up to meet hers. A smile on her lips, her eyes were speaking for her; thankfulness, happiness, and something else.

My eyes darted towards her rosy lips before meeting her dark orbs once again. Catching the atmosphere, I leaned down slowly. I was careful to pick up any signs from her, but she did not seem to budge. Taking it as an approval, my lips brushed past hers gently. I felt myself holding my breath as I leaned back a little to stare into her eyes. They were searching for something in mine. Plucking enough courage to go on, my lips landed softly on hers. My arms snaked around her waist, pushing her nearer to me, closing all the gaps between us. We pulled back, in need of oxygen. My gaze bored into her eyes, not regretting any moment from earlier.

“I’m not apologizing, because I’ve been wanting to do it.”

The first time I shared the same dream with her.

As soon as I received that reply from her, I rushed down to her place, asking for permission to leave practice early. I knocked on her door repeatedly, desperate for her to open it right away. I heard a faint “coming” from inside before the door opened. A pale-looking her came into sight.

“Are you alright?” The first thing I asked after she opened the door wider to let me in.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in practice?” she countered weakly.

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s get you back to bed.”

I scooped her up with both of my arms, rushing to her bedroom. Surprised at my sudden action, she hung her arms loosely around my neck, slipping into unconsciousness in my arms.

I placed the back of my palm on her forehead, realizing she was burning. Fetching a small bowl filled with tepid water and a handkerchief, I dipped it into the bowl and dabbed her forehead and exposed skin softly, hoping to bring her body temperature down. She stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly as I was wiping down her arms.

“Sleep,” I said gently.

“Thank you.” I made out among all her mumbling.

“Get well soon, alright?” I brushed her loose strands of hair out of her face.

I stood up with the bowl in my hands. As I was turning around towards the door, I heard her mumbling again.

“Will you be here when I wake up tomorrow?”

With a small smile, I placed the bowl back onto the table and cupped her hand. “I’ll be here till the end.”

“Even after I grow old?”

“Even when we’re both old.”

The first time I was lied to by her.

It had been a few hours since her last reply. It had never happened before, the longest she took was just an hour or two. Even if she was busy, she would tell me so and said she would reply me later. But it was now the late evening but there was no news from her at all. Picking up my phone, I dialed her number, impatiently waiting for the line to go through. It did after a few more rings than necessary, as compared to usual.

“Hello?” Her voice was breathy, as if she had been panting before picking up the call.

“Where are you?”

There was a pause before she spoke again, making me frowned in confusion. “I’m on the way home.”

Before I could reply, I heard someone in the background calling for her. “Hey, what’s taking you so long…. Come on back in…..”

I heard her sigh.

“I’ll text you when I’m home, alright? Bye!” she said in a clipped tone before hanging up.

But not a single text was received that night.

The first time I was stood up by her.

I tapped my fingers against the table as minutes ticked by. Glancing at the door from time to time, I wondered if she was stuck in traffic or if something had happened to her while on the way. Fishing my phone out,  I checked for the fifth time that there was not any texts from her at all. Wild thoughts flashed through my mind, causing me to shake my head to get rid of them. Deciding to just give her a call, she finally picked up after a few rings.

“Hello,” I started.

However, before I could even ask her where she was, she interrupted me. “I’ll call you back, I’m busy.” And she hung up.

I didn't even get to breath another word.

The first time I argued with her

Estimating the time she had clocked off from work, I dialed her number. I missed her, as much as I was suspicious of her, I still missed her.  We had not seen each other for days, our dates kept getting postponed because of our respective schedules and she always sounded tired when she called. After a few rings, Her tired voice greeted me.

“Hello.” “Are you home?” I asked, concern lacing my voice

“Yeah, I just got home.”

“From work?” I cursed myself inwardly for revealing my suspicions. I was supposed to tread carefully around this subject and especially not when she just reached home.

“Where else?”

I cringed at her cold voice. She was not like this, she used to be all chirpy and cheerful. It felt like I was now talking to a stranger I used to know.

“Where were you last night?” I hate that I sounded accusatory and over-bearing. I heard her sigh over the phone before she replied, as if she was bored of talking to me.

“I had to work overtime.”

“You could’ve at least send a text.”

Silence filled the air before I heard her groan in frustration. “I forgot about it, I’m so sorry.” “And you said you’ll send a text when you’re home. I was worried.”

“I’m sorry alright, I was out drinking with clients,” she explained harshly, extinguishing any warmth that had been in her voice.

I stayed silent for a while as I took in the implications of her lie. Why did she keep it to herself? What was she afraid of? Did she have something to hide from me? What else had she lied about?

“You could’ve just tell me. I have nothing against it,” I muttered.

“I didn’t want you to get worried.”

Why did that even sound like a lie to my ears? “I would if you hadn’t tell me too, just tell me what’s wrong with that?”

She clicked her tongue, her irritation loud and clear over the phone. “Darn it, I didn’t come home after a long day to argue with you!”

“Were you busy at work, or with someone else?” I asked after a pause, my voice rising at the end as I failed to hold by my worry and temper.

“Look, I don’t get why you’re suspecting me now. If you don’t believe me then so be it!”

The line went dead soon after. I threw my phone onto my bed, pissed that an argument occurred instead of a lovely call I had in mind.

I did not even manage to say “I miss you”.

The first time I broke up with her.

She called me early on a Sunday morning, wanting to meet me in the cafe where we had our first date. Dressed to my best, I was excited to see her. Despite the arguments and the short replies from her, I continued to yearn to see her whenever possible. My eyes sorted for her as soon as I entered the cafe. She had her head hanging as she was at a table waiting for me.

“Hey, did you wait for long? Should I get you something?” I asked excitedly as soon as I reached her.

“Don’t, it’s fine. I just need to tell you something and I’ll leave,” she said in a stern voice which scared me. I slowly took my seat opposite her.

“What is it?” I asked, even though a part of me did not want her to reply.

“Let’s… let’s end it here.”

I felt as if time had stopped everything around me as I stared at her, her head still hanging. She gripped the handkerchief in her hands, twisting and turning it as she continued to avert her eyes away from mine. Her shoulders were hunched forward; the figure of a helpless woman.

“What? Why?” I found myself whispering, still in disbelief.

“It’s just that… It’s suffocating. I can’t take it…”

She lifted her head to meet my eyes for the first time. She looked pale, tired, exhausted. But a cold determination had set in them, a hint that she had made this decision and would not change it under any circumstances.

“What did I do wrong?”

She sighed and gave me a weak smile. “Nothing, you deserve someone better. I can’t be that woman for you.”

She did not even wait for my reply. She stood up,  giving me a last bow while sniffing her nose before leaving. If I wasn’t lying to myself, at the corner of my eye, I saw her wiping tears off her eyes.

I did not know exactly what happened after that. Everything was a blur. I did not know how I left the cafe or how I made my way to the bus stop. I was only aware that I made the decision to take the long bus ride back to my dorm. It was only when I felt the tell-tale signs of tears pouring from my eyes that I knew deep in my soul that she was gone.

And I did not even get to say a proper goodbye.  

The first time I led my life without her.

It was Christmas once again. Time sure passed fast when you became busier. Having the need to spend some time alone before we got busy with our debut preparation, I found myself wandering around the busy city. Couples were linking arms while walking down the streets, families were having Christmas dinners. I stopped in my tracks when I realized where I ended up walking aimlessly to..

This was where we were last year. It had been months ever since I started a life without her. I looked up at the huge Christmas tree; it was prettier than the one we saw last year. Memories started flooding in without consent, I smiled bitterly at the happy moments we once had together. I realised then that to forget her, I had thrown myself into work and forced myself to be busy so that I would not even think about her. Now, the memories came to me with a single-minded vengeance. We were blissfully happy, we were blessed, we had a future planned with each other in it.

But everything came to an end easily, an end that both of us did not forsee. Why do people fall in love if their love would not last in the future?

But now, I just hope that she was leading a happier life with someone else that deserved her.

And forget that I was still all alone, just as she left me.

I just hope you will find happiness after us That’s all I want

[killingmebtob]

Last Rain // Yook Sungjae

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen & Fiq

Title: Last Rain

Characters: Sungjae

Summary: One last rain, one eternal regret

Author’s Note: Stream When It Rains in Melon and Youtube!!

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“Ah, I’m out of bread,” I mumbled to myself absentmindedly as I checked the kitchen.

I rummaged for other alternative breakfast choices but I discovered that I had run out of practically everything available. I did not even have any milk or eggs to cook a decent omelette. When was the last time I did a grocery run? Judging from the state of my kitchen, it could have been at least a month ago. Sighing, I decided to take a quick run to the store nearby. Glancing up at the sky, I noticed that dark clouds were starting to cover the sun. Before leaving, I hurriedly went to grab an umbrella, in any case of rain.

I was not exactly aware about what I shopped for. In my dazed and numbed state, I took what I thought were necessities off the shelves; food that would get me through the next few days. Baby steps, I told myself. At least, I was able to go to the store without any troubles. Paying for the groceries I had grabbed, I headed out with a whole bag of it. As soon as I stepped out of the store, I felt the fresh stream of raindrops dripping onto my face. I raised my head to study the sky. The heavy dark clouds had started pouring, wetting everything on Earth. I opened my umbrella after a few moments of difficulty as I had to carry the groceries with one hand. Finally successfully sheltering myself from the rain, I glanced up to the dark sky.

It was raining that day too.

I started to walk down the street back to my apartment, my heavy steps dragging behind me. It felt like a routine that I had given up on; a part of my life’s schedule that I had tossed aside.  Passing by the florist, the smell of her favourite flower suddenly surrounded me. I stopped still, standing in front of the store as I drowned myself in this familiar scent. For a moment, I entertained the notion, the feeling that she was here with me again. Was I deluded for thinking so? If this was the only way I could think of her, was it so wrong? Without hesitation, I chose and picked up a bunch of it.  Wordlessly, I fished out the correct change to the florist and placed it together with my groceries.

Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself getting into my car at my apartment’s parking lot before driving off to see her. The scent filled the small space of the vehicle, just like how it had been when she purchased a bunch of that particular flowers whenever I picked her up from her grocery run. In the pouring rain, I parked my car in a random lot that I found and made my way towards her. With a stalk of flower from the bunch I bought, I stood in front of her. She was just like how she was when she left, as pretty as usual. While I was growing older than her, year by year. Closing my eyes, I started to recall that moment when I was giddy with happiness after she said yes.

“Let’s do it,” she said. “I’m not going to take the pills anymore.”

Those few words had changed my life. I remembered grabbing onto her hands, laughing at the choice she had made with me in mind. I was so drunk on her decision that I never considered the implications behind it. But I should have known that she was risking her life for my happiness. For me. I laughed bitterly at the memory, that was the beginning of our end, the calm before the storm. The noble idiot made her choice, thinking it was the best for her love. But I would give anything to go back to that day and stopped her.

“You like children, we should try to have one of our own.”

I scoffed as I recalled her words. I clenched my hand into a fist as the memories came back in torrential waves. Little did I know, there was a lot more behind the smile that she had given. I blinked once, realising that the rain had dripped off from my umbrella and onto my face. However, I could no longer make out if it was the rain or my tears anymore.  

“Why did you do that, you fool?”

Distinctively, I remembered how my world crumbled after she was rushed to the emergency ward one night. It had started innocently enough, we had been watching television when all of a sudden, she complained of pains in her abdomen before she lost consciousness and passed out.

“Mr. Yook, have you ever been informed of your girlfriend’s condition before? Because of the abnormalities of her uterus, she was actually informed that she had a slim chance of bearing a child for doing so would put her life in danger.”

That news stormed my heart and my life. I begged the doctor to save her, pleaded to him to give her another chance, and if possible, to give the unborn child a chance too. But I had to make a choice, and without a second thought, I chose her. She was my life; we shared every breath that we took. Without her, I was nothing. Without her, I would cease to exist because she was so deeply ingrained in me. Who would have expected her to choose the child instead?

“There were several complications after the miscarriage. She’s bleeding too much internally, there’s nothing more we can do.”

The last five words were enough to bring my world to an end.  I cried, I broke down, I whined like a kid. But nothing could have helped, not even God. That day when she left with the rain, my soul left along with her. And I did not even manage to say our last goodbye.

She should have been more stubborn to insist her point of view. She should not have given in to me, she should have told me. She should have trusted me enough, she should have continued the pills. She should not have met me.

But all the could haves and should haves of the world would never bring her back.

Don’t leave like the rain, please.

[killingmebtob]

Seven Thursdays // Im Hyunsik

Author: @killingmebtob // Fiq

Title: Seven Thursdays

Characters: Im Hyunsik x Reader

Summary: Seven Thursdays, Seven Coincidences

Author’s Note: Part 2 of Seven Thursdays.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Perhaps my continued fascination with the park is that it is a good place to observe humanity’s interesting antics. It is one of the few moments where their uninhibited emotions are clear on their faces as they enjoy themselves.

“Maybe I can use that little boy for a character model,” I mumble to myself while scribbling in my notebook.

Satisfied with what I had written, I look up only to see Mr. Stranger approaching my vicinity. He is certainly a good model, my thoughts creep up before I dismiss them.

“Hello again,” he greets as he stands before the bench.

“Hey, and no this seat isn’t taken,” I respond while moving my things away to make room for him. I close my notebook and place it by my side.

Chuckling, he takes off his bag before sitting carefully at his usual space.

“I’ve come prepared today,” I remark, indicating to the hand warmer on my lap.

He gives a small laugh in his low voice and I grin along with him. There is really something about this stranger that lights up the atmosphere around him. He leans back and breathes in deeply as if he is soaking up the atmosphere around him.

“You’re not reading today?” he suddenly asks, breaking the momentary silence.

“Yeah, not today. I’m collecting materials instead.”

“Materials?” His eyes narrow, confused about the term.

I grin while gesturing to the people around us.

“Yeah, materials. Everyone here is a potential subject.”

He nods, finally understanding what I am referring to. He crosses his arms behind his head as he observes his surroundings.

“You’re a writer.”

It is not a question and I just incline my head in return. With a heavy sigh, he tilts his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes. I glance at his calm face, a question lingering at the tip of my tongue.

“Are you a writer too?” I blurt.

With his eyes still close, he smirks and mumbles, “Somewhat, I guess.”

All of a sudden, his phone rings. He sits up, excuses himself as he leaves to take the call. I take the moment to register our conversation, rolling my eyes at his last cryptic response. He comes back soon, an apologetic look on his face.

“I have to go now,” he starts as he takes the bag that he had left on the bench.

I nod in response as I wave him off. As he adjusts the bag on his shoulders, he appears to remember something and starts to dig in his coat pocket. He takes a pair of gloves out before turning to me.

“See you around,” he says clearly as he offers the gloves to me. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

I accept them hesitantly, confusion and questions clear on my face.

“Don’t catch a cold. Thursdays will be boring without you,” he answers, grinning with a mischievous glint in his eyes before walking away.

Leaving me sitting on the bench holding the pair of gloves in my hand and a million questions running through my head.

It takes three Thursdays to talk.

 Thursday, 26 October 2017

On Thursday, I find myself staring at a familiar handsome stranger writing on the bench. This marks our fourth meeting and I still don’t know anything about him, I think dryly. As if he senses my approach, he looks up from his work and his face break into the warmest of smiles as he notices me. He shifts his bag to make space. Wordlessly, I walk up and take my place next to him. Somehow, this is beginning to feel like a routine.

“Thanks for the gloves last week,” I start as I hand them to him.

“No worries, I’m glad you look well,” he responds before returning back to his writing.

Despite it being our fourth meeting, there is something comfortable about meeting him here to the extent that I have started to look forward to Thursdays. A calm silence settles between us as we each turn to our own individual task. Once in a while, I steal a glance at him from the corner of my eye. He does not write much but he plays with his pen a lot by tapping it against the armrest in a constant rhythm. Sometimes he murmurs under his breath and gets ready to write, only to shake his head and continues tapping. I smile to myself, acknowledging that I do enjoy this weird company that we share.

“So, I tried to look you up…” he remarks all of a sudden, pulling me away from my reverie.

I frown at his revelation as I try to recall the instance that we introduce ourselves.

“I didn’t tell you my name,” I counter.

He laughs softly as he points to the notebook on my lap. On the notebook, my name is spelled out clearly in cursive, a grim reminder of that one attempt where I had considered calligraphy as a job switch.

“That’s a little sneaky and creepy actually,” I respond.

Like a defense mechanism, I turn the notebook face down. He laughs louder now and apologises.

“I wanted to ask you last week, but work pulled me away. I’m sorry,” he says, the ghost of a grin flittered across his face.

I tried to maintain my frown but I crack a smile at his embarrassed expression.

“Good thing I’m in a good mood today,” I smirk, turning away from him to focus on the people before me.

“Oh, why so?”

Someone is chatty today. I keep my notebook in my bag before replying to his question.

“My editor gave me the green light to start on a new novel.”

His smile widens as he offers his hand to me. “Congratulations! So what is it going to be about? Another thriller?”

“Nope, I choose to experiment on melodrama instead, with a mix of science fiction,” I reply, secretly amazed that he knows my recent works, even if it had been an online name search.

He considers my response, nodding as if in agreement with my choice of direction.

“So who and what are you? You already know who I am and I think your introduction is way overdue,” I ask, turning to face him fully.

He turns as well, placing his arm on the headrest, a serious look on his face as he contemplates my question.

“Well, I’m a composer and lyricist. But I’m not as big as you.”

I raise an eyebrow at the obvious downplay of his abilities.

“So what have you composed?” I ask, a weak attempt at making him reveal himself.

“Few things here and there,” he replies in a tone that implies he does not want to continue.

Shrugging, I look away from him. Secretive fellow.

Silence blankets us for a moment as I catch a scene in front of me. With a burst of inspiration, I am about to take my notebook when he interrupts me.

“You’re not curious about my name?”

I cock my head at the question, my eyes glued to the family that I picked out.

“I’m just assuming you don’t want me to know,” I state, ignoring his chuckle at that answer.

“So what are you writing now?”

“Hmm… character profiles. The park is a good resource for that,” I answer distractedly as I fix my gaze on the way a mother picks her child up after falling.

“So am I a part of that resource too?”

Pause.

I stop writing, my hand lingering in the air as I consider the implication behind his question. Deciding not to think too much about it, I turn to him to meet his eye and shrug.

“Maybe.”

A moment of uncomfortable silence stretches between us as we both hold each other’s gaze. I remain transfixed, not daring myself to look away from him. At the same time, there is a weird and indescribable look on his face, as if he is holding back from saying something. Fortunately, his alarm beeps and shatters the awkwardness that had settled between us. He looks away first and reaches for his phone. Sighing, he keeps his phone away and starts gathering his things.

“See you,” I say weakly, still uneasy with what had transpired. He nods in reply and turns to walk away. However, he stops and faces me.

“I’m Im Hyunsik by the way, to answer your other question.”

It takes four Thursdays to get to know one another.

[killingmebtob]

Rose // Yook Sungjae

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: Rose

Characters: Sungjae and Reader

Summary: But I got you this rose, and I need to know, will you let it die or let it grow.

Author’s Note: Inspired by Shawn Mendes’ <Rose>, listen to it while reading this^^

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Your name: submit What is this?

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A rose for his heart, a token of his love

He practices his wish, his confession on his lips;

Standing before her, he asks shakily,

"A rose to represent my love,

Will you let it grow or will it fall?”

He stood in front of me at my doorstep. He was drenched from head to toe, a sign that he had ran in the rain. He did not meet my eyes. Shuffling on his feet, he hesitated before he offered a stalk of rose in his hands.

~*~

A few weeks ago

“Hey big bear!”

I heard the annoying voice calling out for me from behind. I groaned and rolled my eyes before turning around. There was only one person in this world that used that nickname on me; and it was the one and only brat in my life and the bane of my existence.

“What?” I hissed through my teeth, folding my arms in front of my chest as I eyed him running towards my direction.

“Shall we grab lunch together? You don’t have lectures until two hours later right?”

I nodded my head at his questions, agreeing to both as I was about to spend my lunch alone anyway.

“How’re your finals preparation? You looked like you hadn’t slept for years.” He nudged me by his elbow as I gave out a yawn, stretching my arms in the process.

“Geez, thanks for the honesty. I’ve been burning the midnight oil to cramp everything in my head,” I explained, waving a dismissive hand while the other rubbed my sleepy eyes.

“Are you killing yourself for the finals? You should get your sleep pattern right!” he nagged, earning an eye roll from me.

“What about you? You looked too refreshed for finals period.”

“I’m meeting a few of my friends to study after lecture later,” he explained.

“You study? That’s a first,” I mused teasingly.

“Hey, what do you -”

“Oppa!”

He was cut off by a high pitched voice.

A junior from Sungjae’s department ran towards us, immediately linking her arm around his. I eyed that connection, raising an eyebrow at him as he gave her a knowing smile.

“Oppa, there are a few questions I need to ask you for my assessment. You have no lectures now right?”

She tugged on his arm as he awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his head while throwing me pitiful glances. She seemed to finally realized they were not alone, meeting my eyes for the first time ever since she interrupted us.

“Are you his girlfriend?” Sungjae’s shoulders flinched at the question, hurriedly pulling his arm out of hers as he stuttered his explanation.

“No, I’ll get going now.” I did a simple wave before turning around, leaving the both of them in their own world.

“Again,” I found myself muttering, recalling the other similar moments.

~*~

The glass slammed against the hard table, another gulp of alcohol sipped into the stomach. Just a while ago, I bumped into Hyunsik while on the way back. He informed that something was bothering him so he had invited me to a drinking session. Worried, I agreed. I held onto his hand to stop him from downing another glass.

“Are you ok?”

Concern laced my voice as I realized how red his cheeks were. He nodded groggily, trying to pull his hand out of my touch.

I met Hyunsik in my department’s orientation. He was a senior from my department and I was a lost little duckling before he approached me and offered help. Since then, he had been assisting me throughout my college years and I am never more grateful than now. But seeing him so troubled, it pains me to know what happened.

“Y/N, you’re soooo…… pretty…..” I heard him mutter as he tried to gulp another glass. I pulled the full glass out of his hand, called out for the bill and with his arm around my shoulder, I struggled to escort him out of the bar.

Finally flagging a cab down, I threw him onto the backseat before joining him at the side. He had already lost consciousness, muttering incoherent words throughout the journey back home. Grateful to the driver, he helped the heavy body of Hyunsik to the lift before leaving. I thanked him before continuing my struggle back to his apartment.

Throwing his body onto the bed, I took a seat at the edge, letting out a sigh of relief. He sure was heavy. Pulling his shoes out, I adjusted his body before exiting to dig for some hangover medicine. After placing the pills at his side table, I took a last glance before turning around to leave. But a hand reached out for my wrist, pulling me back. I turned to face him, realizing he was sitting up while his grip was firm on my hand. He pulled me closer to him as I eyed his every action. His arms wrapping around my waist as he buried his head into my stomach.

“I like you so much…. Why can’t you see….”

He mumbled against my clothes. I shook him at his shoulder but he did not respond. Trying to untangle him from my body, I unwrapped his arms before tucking him back to bed. I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding.

What was that….

~*~

“Gosh, my mom has been breathing down my neck,” Sungjae complained as soon as I saw him.

Shaking my head with a smile, I asked, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything! All of a sudden, she started complaining about me not having a girlfriend like some friend’s son.” I stifled a laugh at the reason. He nudged me with his elbow, getting me to cut it out.

“Remember that once when she wanted us to actually date?” I reminisced that moment while laughing. He groaned in frustration, catching him rolling his eyes.

“Hey it was funny!” I exclaimed, wanting him to laugh with me.

���No it wasn’t.” “Yes it was.” “No it wasn’t.

“Yes it was!

“No it -”

“Y/N.” Another voice interrupted our childish argument. Our eyes darted towards the direction of the voice, realizing it was Hyunsik standing in front of us.

“Hyunsik,” I greeted, feeling the awkwardness thickening the air, especially how I started to avoid him after that night. If his confession was true, I did not want to hurt him.

“I want to thank you for helping me home that night, I hope I wasn’t a drunk mess.” He started, pushing his hand into his pocket as he spoke. I let out an awkward laugh, dismissing it off with a wave.

“No no, it was nothing. I hope you’re feeling better now.”

“I am, is it alright if I treat you to a meal? As my gratitude.”

“It’s fine, really. You don’t have to.”

“I insist. You have nothing on right now, right?”

“Well…” I trailed off, instinct got me to glance at Sungjae who was here throughout the whole push-and-pull conversation.

“She’s free, take her!” Sungjae pushed me lightly towards him before bidding us goodbye.

~*~

My hot bowl of ramen warmed my cold body in the winter. No one breathed a word as we carried on with our lunch, the tension in the air was so thick. The cafeteria was quieter now that lunch hour was over, most students were having their lectures right now. Gathering another spoon of noodles, I hummed while munching on it. Realizing there was a pair of eyes staring at me, I looked up at him and gave him a tight smile.

“I actually have something to say.” He started, a stern expression flashed cross his face.

“What is it?” I asked, scooping a spoonful of hot broth.

“I like you, Y/N. And I’m asking for a chance from you.”

My actions halt in the air as I processed the words he said. I felt my stomach flipped as he continued staring, not backing out as I did not respond to his sudden confession. I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.

“I’m not asking for a reply right now, I’ll wait.” He flashed a toothy grin before resuming his meal.

~*~

I opened another can of beer as another gust of wind blew past us. It really was cold by the river at night but I had enough layers on me to protect myself from the winter breeze. Sungjae continued sipping on the opened can he had in his hand as I downed my next can.

“This finals is killing me,” I muttered before filling my mouth with the alcohol.

“Definitely, my body clock is so screwed up.” Sungjae agreed, causing me to laugh. “How was the meal with your senior?” he continued.

“It’s alright.” I shrugged, missing out the important detail of the meal.

“I didn’t know you two are close.”

“Well, it’s not like I have to tell you everything, do I?” I shot back, waiting for his defence but nothing came.

“I was kidding,” I pushed him slightly on his arm with a smile. His shoulder dropped in relief, realizing I was just teasing him.

“Did he do anything while drunk?”

I gulped another mouth of beer before wiping the leaked liquid from the side of my lips using my sleeve. I felt myself blush as that moment of confession flashed past.

“Did he?” He nudged me with his elbow. I didn’t reply, so he continued teasing.

“He confessed.”

And no reply came after.

~*~

“Coming.” I shouted as the insistent ringing on my doorbell continued. Opening the door, Sungjae was standing outside my apartment.

“Hi!” He waved happily at me as I wondered his purpose of visit.

“What is it?”

“Are you going out now?” He studied my outfit; a simple dark blue dress that stopped mid-thigh, my shoulders bare. I left my door open as I headed back into my room to slide a bracelet to go along with the dress.

“There’s a dinner with my department people. Hyunsik invited me” I explained, touching up my lipstick the last time before I leave.

“With him?” He invited himself in the apartment, now leaning against my room’s door frame. “I don’t like it.” “What?” “I don’t like you meeting him.”

I rolled my eyes at his childish sentence before heading towards my bed to pick up my bag.

“Why not?”

“It feels like he has some other ulterior motives.”

I sighed, standing in front of him.

“Don’t insult him like that, you don’t even know him. Look, I don’t get why you are acting up. Even if I really end up with him, I would appreciate you to just be happy for me. Why are you acting like this?” I felt my voice increasing as our argument was heating up.

“Like what?”

“Like, this! Demanding and controlling!”

“I’m just worried!” “There’s nothing to be worried about! I don’t know why you’re here today but I have no mood to continue talking to you so get out.”

He threw me a last glance before turning around, heading towards the main door of my apartment.

~*~ His hair dripped wet, covering his face as he could not meet my eyes. It had been a week or two since the argument, and we had not been talking since. I treasured him as a friend, but not when he was acting that way.

“Sungjae, what -”

“Y/N, please listen to me.” He cut me off, startling me with his serious voice. “I’m sorry I acted that way, I shouldn’t have and I didn’t had the right to. But -”

“Y/N? Who is it at the door?” Hyunsik shouted from behind before joining us at the door. Sungjae’s face fell when he realized I was not alone.

“It’s just Sungjae.” I explained, glancing up to give him a smile as he greeted Sungjae.

“I didn’t know you had company…” Sungjae continued after Hyunsik left us to grab a cup of water.

“We’re waiting for the rain to subside before heading to a farewell for the graduating seniors. Do you want to come in and get yourself dried?” I offered, worried that he might catch a cold.

“It’s.. It’s ok. I’ll get going. This is for you. Have fun.” He ended, handing me the rose hurriedly with a whisper. Slowly, he headed towards the lift lobby, leaving a puddle of water in front of my doorstep and a confused expression on my face.

And I never knew what were the words he had intended to say.

Rose in his hand, she waves him off

For he is a step too late, a breath too slow;

For she has closed his door to her heart,

And without hearing the words from his lips,

She chooses to let the rose wither and fall

[killingmebtob]

Birthday Without You // Yook Sungjae

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: Birthday Without You

Character: Sungjae and Reader

Summary: A birthday without Sungjae is not complete.

Author’s Note: I cri can I have a Sungjae when I’m overseas for my studies too TT

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Your name: submit What is this?

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“What are your plans for Friday?” I heard my boyfriend question as I placed the phone on the table before packing my messy table. I shrugged to myself, knowing what he meant by that.

“I may just hang out with some friends then spend the rest of the day in my room.” I replied. It’s a good thing that my birthday falls on a day where there isn’t any lessons on my timetable. But being six thousand over miles from my boyfriend, I can’t help but hate the idea of not being with him during my special day.

“If only you’re here,” I sighed, picking the phone up to resume my video call with him.

“I would book a flight to you, if only I hadn’t had anything on that day.” He pouted, blinking his eyes fast. I rolled my eyes, stifling a laugh as he tried to act cute to cheer me up.

“I’ll see you soon, ok?” He continued. I nodded, smiling at the number of days left to a performances scheduled here in the States for them.

“Sungjae! We’ve got to go!” I heard Eunkwang’s voice from the background before he came into view.

“Oh, hey Y/N! How are you?” He waved to the camera and I waved back.

“I’m alright, just the amount of reports to submit is choking me.” I replied with a smile.

“How’s America? I’m so excited for our trip!”

“It’s good, but really hot. Bring more tank tops!” I reminded, Eunkwang nodded and bid me goodbye before urging Sungjae to hurry join them.

“I’ll call you when we’re back then,” I nodded, getting ready to turn in for the night.

“Have a fun day.”

“Have a good night.”

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Friday came in a flash, before realizing it. A few of my friends back home and my new friends texted me to their wishings, and my parents called at midnight according to the time at home to celebrate with me through the cameras. As I smiled with them, I didn’t even realize how homesick I was before I started to tear after hanging up the call with them.

After getting up to get ready for the day, I headed out to meet my college friends who insisted to celebrate with me over lunch. They decided to meet in my favourite restaurant nearby, and argued to treat me instead. Adding on, they even surprised me with a cake.

“Thank you guys, I really enjoyed it.” I said before everyone parted ways.

As the sun rays shone brightly onto the pavement, I had a skip in every step as I hummed quietly on the way back to my dorm. It’s my birthday after all, I should be enjoying myself. As I was nearing the building of my hostel, a girl in the park that was right outside the entrance eyed me before coming up to me.

“I believe this is for you,” she passed me a piece of paper before turning away. I arched an eyebrow as I unfolded the paper.

Rooftop

It simply wrote, just one word. Frowning, I couldn’t recognise the handwriting at all. Slowly making my way into the building, the security guard gave me a smile, which was unusual.

“Ms Y/N right? You have a parcel.” He said before bending down to fish something out.

A bouquet of roses.

“Are you sure they’re for me?” I questioned, doubting my own eyes and ears.

“Yes they are, happy birthday.” He said with a smile.

“Thank you,” I replied before leaving for the lift lobby. Pressing the up button, I eyed the lift monitor as it descended to the ground floor. Realizing there was a card among the red flowers, I pulled it out.

I missed you too much that it made me irrational

My eyebrows knitted together once again, not able to comprehend the sentence. The bell of the lift went off and the door opened. I stepped in and went ahead to press the rooftop level. As the lift headed up, I felt my heart beat increased, in excitement and in happiness.

The door opened when it reached the top floor and I headed towards the door that led to outside. Pushing the door open, the sight greeted me made me gasped in surprise.

A huge teddy bear was seated in the middle on a chair, with a big card on it. The whole rooftop was filled with roses with all colors, for that’s my favourite flower. A pathway made by red roses led to the bear and I made my way towards it, hugging the bouquet nearer to myself. I picked up the card and read the words.

Not even six thousand miles can keep me away from you.

“Happy birthday,” I felt a familiar voice say behind me. Turning around, my lips lifted and I found myself running towards him.

I hugged him so tight, making up for the time we were apart. It has been almost a year since we last met. He wrapped his long arms around my petite body, resting his chin on my shoulder as I buried my face into his chest, feeling my tears welling up in my eyes.

He eventually pulled back to look at me. Using his thumb to wipe off the fallen tears of joy, he whispered, “I missed you so much.”

“That it made you irrational?” I continued, smiling behind my tears.

He shrugged, his arms still around my waist. “Well, I was thinking about you and next thing I know, I was booking a flight to fly myself to you.”

“But the performance is a week later.”

“I decided to fly earlier,” he replied, tapping on my nose lightly.

I smiled so widely I thought my cheeks were about to burst. He took the time to study me, taking in my appearance. “You lost weight.”

I frowned, “isn’t that a good thing?”

“I like you with more fats for me to pinch.”

I pulled myself away from him, folding my arms around the bouquet. “So you were saying I was fat?”

“I was kidding, you’re perfect no matter how you are, and I love it.” He stepped forward to close the gap between us, and pulling me into his embrace once again.

“Welcome home.” He whispered into my ear.

[killingmebtob]

Summer With You // Yook Sungjae

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: Summer With You

Character: Sungjae and Reader

Summary: Spending the summer with Sungjae defines perfect.

Author’s Note: It’s summer and come back period!

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"Why do you even want to visit the beach in this weather?" I complained for at least the hundredth time as my lifeless body was dragged by my boyfriend. Summer is here to stay and everything is burning up. Even my skin, just by being under the sun for that short while.

He tugged me harder, urging me to catch up with him. I groaned, but seeing how he happy he seemed, my lips lifted up as well. Shaking my head, I quickened my footsteps. Wrapping my arm around his and with my camera hanging around my neck, we strolled towards the sunny beach.

"It'll be fun, babe. And refreshing." He smiled down at me as I rested my head against his shoulder. Frankly speaking, now that both of us are busy with work, so long we're together side by side, it doesn't matter where we are.

"Alright, I'll just snap a few too." I held up my camera and checked. Lifting it up, I snapped a quick one of the beach. The weather today is definitely an ideal one to relax by the beach.

In just a pair of slippers and shorts, he released my arm and ran towards the ocean, soaking his feet into the cold water. He shrieked at the sudden drop of temperature he was experiencing, making me laugh at his adorable reaction. I lifted my camera once again and caught a photo of his back facing me, his feet in the water as he glanced down at them.

I strolled towards him, joining him by soaking my feet into the cold water as well. He seemed to find something among the sand, as he squatted down to pick something up.

"Seashells!" He exclaimed as he picked one up, admiring it against the sun before showing it to me. I nodded my head with an amused smile.

He continued to look for a few more. Deciding to capture this moment, I aimed my lenses at him. And just at that moment, he turned around to face me, smiling. My finger was quick enough to press the shutter, saving that beautiful moment when he looked into my camera.

"Wait, did you just - Delete it! It must be ugly!" His smile fell, raising to his height to snatch my camera from me.

"It's not, Sungjae. It's now my favourite photo of you." I protected my camera from his reach, not allowing him to touch it at all.

"Let me see!" He continued whining, I shook my head, turning away from him to distance myself, for the safety of my camera.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around me, lifting me up into the air, taking me by surprise. "Sungjae! What are you - Ah!" I squealed as he spun me around in circles.

After a few turns, he let me down. "Never walk on me ever!" He chided me playfully.

"And what if I did again?" I arched an eyebrow, challenging him.

"Then I'll do things you can never imagine." He leaned forward, his face a few inches away from me. I then felt his hand on my waist, before I could brush them away, he started tickling, knowing my weak spots well.

��Ok, I won’t!” I gasped out as he continued his attack. He slowed down and held his hand by my waist, pulling me nearer to him.

He suddenly swung the camera strap out of my neck and ran away with it. “Sungjae, come back!”

[killingmebtob]

[[☾]]  When Was It? (Part 2) // Jung Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Nyx

Title: When Was It? (Part 2)

Characters: Ilhoon and Reader

Summary: You end up red handed and punished by Ilhoon.

Warning: Smut, teasing, cursing, fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk

Part 1

Your name: submit What is this?

“That’s today... Right?” Your voice almost going silent trying to ask.

He smirked and found his way on top of you, his hand beside your head and his other grabbed the headrest of the bed.

“Right you are.” He slowly whispered as he stared into your eyes, luring you in.

In a breath, his lips already crashed onto yours, kissing you softly. His other hand letting go of the head rest and started to hold your cheek.

You didn't even think twice about letting him do this to you. You inhaled deeply as each kiss ended and started anew. You'd arch your back making your breasts touch his chest.

His body crashed closer on top of you, his kisses felt with more need now. He opened his eyes and looked at you, his kisses trailed down to your jaw to your neck.

“(Y/N)...” Ilhoon whispered, you looked at him and raised your brows, trying to ask what.

He licked your neck and kissed it gently, “Do you want it gentle?”

Then he sucked the skin on your neck and bit it, making you moan out in both pain and pleasure. “Or do you want it rough?” He said still looking at you straight in the eyes.

You somehow got lost in his eyes making him lose his patience, he suddenly groped your breast, making you toss your head to the right. “Answer me, (Y/N)” he said in a low voice.

He didn't stop licking your neck and caressing your breasts while he waited for an answer. “Rough, Ilhoon.” You answered, more of a whisper.

“What was that, (Y/N)?” He asked, teasing you. He sat right up and tossed his t-shirt away. You took the chance to take your clothes away too. You were left with your undergarments, while he still had his boxers on.

You sat up and faced Ilhoon.

“I said...” You started, going near his chest tattoo, leaving small bites after planting little wet kisses. “I want it rough, Mr. Jung.” you finished with a smirk on your face.

Earning a sexy smile from him, you got pushed on the bed. “Rough it is.” Ilhoon obeyed.

He started to kiss you once more, but this time his tongue was fighting for dominance against yours. You felt his hand creep down your ass, caressing it. Only making your core wetter than it already is.

His kisses went down to your chest, his free hand roamed and found it's way to your bra clasp, removing it with just one hand.

In a second, you had nothing on top, just a man kissing the cheek of your breast and a finger fiddling your nipple.

He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it.

He bit your breast cheek, leaving a mark on it, making you moan. “Ilhoon, I need you.” You begged. “Not yet, baby girl.” He teased.

You took his other hand and led its way down on top of your underwear. You guided his finger on top of your clothed entrance and moved it.

“Ugh!” You moaned, feeling his fingers against your wetness. “You're too naughty, aren't you?” He said with a smirk.

He sat up and made his way down there. “Do you need me this much?” He teased once more, slowly poking through your clothed entrance. “Fuck!” You grunted as you tossed your head again. “Do you crave my touch this badly?” He said doing circular motions down there. You moved your hips against his touch, needing more.

“Oh (Y/N), you're so wet for me.” He continued teasing. You had enough of the teasing, you took his hand away and tried to remove your underwear instead, but he stopped you and laid you back down. “Nuh-uh. I'll take the lead.” He said with a smirk.

You laid down with no choice, you covered your eyes out of frustration. Ilhoon started to part your legs wider, showing him how you've been dripping wet, reaching your thighs.

He looked amused and proud at the same time. He moved your underwear aside and touched your clit. He massaged you there, making your eyes shut close again.

“Hmm...” You moaned quietly, holding the bed sheets in a fist. His finger worked its way down to your entrance, he touched your outer lips making your hips move on its own, wanting more.

Thankfully, he slid one of his fingers inside you, making you call out his name. “Ilhoon..” you moaned.

“What was that?” He asked, slowly moving his finger inside of you. “Ilhoon...” you repeated through your heavy breathing.

“What?” He asked. You moaned in answer, having a hard time trying to gather the words to say. He slowly picked up his pace, “Am I doing a good job?” He asked through his smile. “Hmm-mm.” you moaned in agreement.

He suddenly slowed down, “Fuck!” you cursed as you moved your hips on his finger.

“Please.” you begged, looking in his eyes. “Please what, (Y/N)?” Ilhoon said, on top of you again.

“Finger fuck me.” You asked.

His slid another finger and started to pump inside you. The only thing you hear in the room was his heavy breathing, your short quiet moans, and his palm slamming on your wetness.

“Ilhoon!” You said as if it was a cue for him to go faster.

He stared at the way you were being pleasured, “You look so fucking sexy right now, (Y/N)” He said, pumping his fingers in harder.

“F-fuck. I'm cumming.” You informed him as you arched your back.

Ilhoon suddenly took out his fingers making you moan loudly out of annoyance. “Not yet, (Y/N).” he said. You glared at him as you watched him move away.

He laid down beside you and put his hands behind his head.

Just with that, you knew what to do. You got on top of him and started to kiss him. You made sure your breasts brushed against his chest. Making you feel his twitching member inside his boxers.

You smirked as you felt how hard he already was.

Your kisses traveled down his toned abs, down to the garter of his boxers.

“What do you want me to do?” You teased back, pulling the garter of his boxers and letting it go, making it slam on his hips.

“You know too well what I want you to do.” Ilhoon smirked, not wanting to ask for what he wants.

You put your hand on top of his member and started palming it. “Hmm? I have no idea Mr. Jung.” you acted innocent as you played his clothed member.

His eyes rolled back and head tilted, “Shit, (Y/N)” he groaned.

“Do you need this?” You asked as you slid your hand from his thighs and touched his hard shaft.

Just the contact of your hand and his cock made him groan your name and bite his lower lip, trying not to make another sound.

You pulled his boxers down and your head made its way near the tip of his cock. “Or is it this?” you asked as you licked the tip sideways, making his hips jerk.

You kissed the tip and held the trunk of his cock, moving your hand slowly up and down. His pale pink tip complimented his really fair complexion. This man is way too perfect.

You started to take the length into your mouth and sucked it while looking directly at Ilhoon. He was staring at your eyes as you continued bobbing your head up and down.

His hand grabbed your head and guided your pace. He wanted it fast. You played with his balls as his eyes rolled back once more.

His hips started jerking against your movement, you knew he was close. You took his member out of your mouth and kissed the tip.

“Fuck!” He cursed out of frustration, making you laugh.

“Oh no, you're not allowed to laugh.” He said pushing you, facing the bed.

He took your hands on your back and held them together tightly. He started to spread your legs wider, making you feel a sense of nervousness.

You felt his breath on your shoulder, “(Y/N), call my name.” He said, his voice so low making you obey in an instant.

“Baby boy.” You teased and smirked.

In a breath, that smirk was replaced by a gasp. He pushed his cock inside you so hard making you moan against the bed.

“Call my name, (Y/N).” He asked once more, slowly thrusting into you.

“I-ilhoon...” You said trying your best to suppress the moans. He started to slam his cock into you hard, making you run out of breath.

He grabbed your wrists tightly as he pushed his cock back and forth into you with a quick pace.

You started feeling wetter, much more than before, you could hear the wet slams that were going on with every entrance Ilhoon makes.

He let go of your wrists and made you face him. He kissed you once and went back to his pushing inside you hard. Slamming his member in and out of you, pushing your leg with his free hand while holding the headrest for balance.

He watched you moan against his movements, “Ilhoon, you're so big.” You moaned, you felt your walls tighten around him.

“Fuck.” He said as he felt it too. He slammed harder and quicker as you both were nearing climax.

You hugged him as he continued fucking you, your nails digging onto his back. “Ilhoon, please. Fuck me more.” You moaned breathily in his ear.

“(Y/N)!” He groaned as he hit your spot. “There!” you exclaimed, he continued hitting that spot, pushing your legs wider.

“Ilhoon!” you exclaimed as you came. Ilhoon pulled out and aimed for your tummy.

He plopped down beside you, took a cloth from the bed table and wiped you clean.

He hugged you and tried to recover his breath. “I missed that.” He whispered in your ear, pulling you into a hug.

You didn't answer, “What's wrong?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“I want more.”

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Skinship // Jung Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Sara

Title: Skinship

Character: Ilhoon and Reader

Summary: Ilhoon, you, and skinship

Cool and collected.

Those were often the two adjectives associated to Ilhoon. He often kept a composed face in interviews and shows. However, there were times that he'd show another side of him to the audience. Ilhoon would laugh out loud and joke around with the others. He would team up with the maknae and start teasing their hyungs. Ilhoon would even allow a little bit of skinship that he doesn't normally like.

Everyone around him--the fans, his hyungs, the staff, and all the others--greatly appreciate those rare times he'd openly show his reactions and fun side. They cherish those little moments because no one knows when he'd be that open again.

But you were lucky. Heck, you're probably the luckiest person on Earth because you're the only one who often sees that side of him. You were the only other person in the world aside from his family and the boys of BTOB that he allows himself to be vulnerable.

Thinking back to when you both met, you can't help but smile at the weird circumstance. You never expected an idol like him who is busy with promotions and commitments to be in a place like that--much less alone and with no cameras tailing him.

--

"Ah. You're here," the owner of the orphanage said the moment you entered the establishment. It was a weekly routine for you to volunteer to teach the kids after school every Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.

You smiled back at the kind owner. That was when you noticed that there was someone behind him who looked familiar. You just couldn't figure out who it was at that moment.

"Sorry," you sheepishly laughed. "I had to stay behind in class for a while. Is something the matter?"

The owner waved it off. "It's fine. I know you've been teaching the kids alone for quite some time now. I'm sure you're somehow used to it already. That's why I want you to help out our new volunteer. You'll be working together every Wednesday. He'll only be volunteering on Wednesdays and Saturdays,"

You quickly nodded, glad that someone else took the initiative to help the kids of the orphanage learn basic lessons. "Sure. I'd be glad to help him learn the ropes and a few tricks to get the kids to settle down,"

"Great," the owner beamed. "I'm glad. Well, come here,"

The new volunteer stepped forward and stood beside the owner. You were having a difficult time of associating a name to his face but you knew that you've seen him countless of times before.

"This is Jung Ilhoon,"

At that point, your eyes widened in shock. That was why he looked familiar.

"J-Jung... I-Ilhoon?" You muttered.

"You know him?" The owner asked.

"Yeah... I mean... I've seen him on television before. Sorry, I'm just surprised. I didn't expect that the new volunteer would be from an idol group,"

Ilhoon raised a brow at your statement. "Is there something wrong with that?"

You almost shivered at the tone of his voice. It was only then that you realized that you probably offended him with your statement. "Oh. I didn't mean it that way! It's just... You know... Your schedule's packed most of the time,"

"Hm," he nodded. Honestly, you felt a bit intimidate by him. But then, he suddenly gave you a warm smile. "I've been looking for organizations to help and I thought that during the down time of the group, I'd do some volunteer work,"

"Oh," you nodded. "Well then, I look forward to working with you,"

"Please take care of me then," he grinned.

--

It wasn't long until you became close friends. Even if you weren't part of the entertainment industry, the two of you made sure that your friendship would never die. It's not like you wanted it to die anyway.

After all, you ended up liking the boy. It wasn't just because of how composed he was but because of his passion for the things he pursues, whether it be music or something else. You've seen him work hard in the orphanage. He would even surprise you sometimes by volunteering despite BTOB promotions.

You admired him for it.

A content sigh left your lips as you smiled while reminiscing about the times you two spent together.

"Ya, jagi~ What are you smiling about? Hm?"

You shook your head as you leaned against his shoulder, his arm wrapped around your shoulder. You couldn't help but snuggle up against him as you two sat on the couch of your apartment. "Nothing~" You teased.

He poked your side with his free hand. "Are you sure?" He chuckled.

"Ilhoon!" You protested because you were a ticklish person. "I was just thinking about when we first met. That's all,"

"Ahaha," Ilhoon laughed in amusement. "I knew it. You fell in love with me the first time we met each other, huh?"

"Dream on," you responded as you rolled your eyes.

Ilhoon pulled you closer to him before he started to nuzzle his nose against the crook of your shoulder. You couldn't help the giggles that escaped your lips because of the ticklish feeling of his hair against your skin. "Admit it, jagiya~"

"Ilhoon!" You laughed when you felt his fingers running along your sides in an attempt to tickle you. You were squirming as you tried to get out of his grasp but he was quick to put the arm that was on your shoulder on your waist to prevent your from getting up. "Fine, fine!" You gave up. "You did catch my eye then but that was just because you looked familiar!"

He chuckled. "If you say so,"

"Geez," you huffed when he finally stopped. "The Ilhoon right in front of me is so different from the cool and collected Ilhoon that everyone else knows. I thought you didn't like skinship, huh?"

Ilhoon grinned before kissing your cheek. "If it's you, I'm fine with it,"

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When Was It? //Jung Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Nyx 

Characters: Ilhoon and Reader 

Summary: Ilhoon catches you watching something he asked you not to watch. 

Part 2 (smut)

It was already midnight, Ilhoon was fast asleep beside you. You stare at his face for awhile and realize how much he's changed since debut.

You giggle as you remember how chubby he was back then, your fingers ran softly across his temples down to his cheeks. 

The changes he's had suddenly reminded you of his gwiyomi player phase. You've never watched it since he has banned you from doing so, you've been dating for quite a while now. 

You thought maybe you can at least get a sneak peek of the video. 

You turn your back on him and quietly grab the phone on the side table, making sure you don't make a sound to wake him up. 

You click on a video and started watching him doing aegyo on several variety shows. You covered your mouth to suppress your laughs. He looked so cute in it, but you knew so well why he hated doing it.

You were silently giggling until you heard Ilhoon waking up, you returned the phone on the side table and pretended to be asleep. 

 “Aren't you a good actress?” He said and pulled you closer by the waist. 

Shit. I hope he didn't hear or see the video. 

 “Hmm? Why are you still awake?” You ask in a hoarse-like voice to firmly keep up with the asleep act. 

 “I was asleep but I heard something I told you not to view.” He said as he snuggled next to you more. 

 You closed your eyes and hit your forehead with your hand. You turn around to face Ilhoon, only to see him with closed eyes. Tsk, what a cutie he still is. 

 “But I think you were cute.” You said in a cute way. 

 His brows furrowed and pulled you quickly again to make you stop. 

 “What? One plus one is?” You teasingly said, baby talking. He opened his eyes and stared at you intently. 

“Stop it.” He commanded with a low voice. You scanned his expression, his face was calm, but you can sense his irritation. “But why?” You continued, he grabbed your face and kissed you to make you stop. 

He let go of the kiss and stared right into your eyes, “Will you stop now?” He asked with a smirk. 

You bit your lip, trying to debate inside your mind if you wanted to stop or not. 

“You already didn't follow me when I told you clearly I didn't want you to watch it.” He said with confusion. 

“If you do this again, I swear you'll regret it. You'd have to sit in the house for days just so I can make you forget about it.” He said and closed his eyes again.   

You felt your blood rush up to your cheeks. “Hey, why would you say such a thing at this time of the night.” You said and covered your cheeks in embarrassment. 

He opened his left eye to look at you, “What?” you asked. 

“I missed you.” he answered and snuggled nearer to me. He removed your hands on your face, placed them on his waist, and placed you in his arms. 

“Jagi...” he whispered, “Hmm?” You asked while you pulled him closer. Having him so close to you felt so right.

“When did we last do it?” He asked, which made you push him once again. 

“Aahh! Ilhoon-ah, stop it.” You yelped in shock. He didn't even laugh, he just looked at you with a straight face. 

“I'm just asking.” he said and pulled you back into the hug. “Why would you ask that?” You said and buried your face on his chest. “When?” he asked as if he was commanding you to answer. 

“I don't know either.” You answered to make him stop. He suddenly became quiet, You looked to see if he was asleep. He wasn't. 

He looked as if he was thinking of something, this doesn't feel good. 

“The last time was (date today), right?” he asked as he looked into your eyes. 

“(date today)? Last year?” You asked out of curiosity as well. 

“No.” he answered plainly. 

“(date today)—” You said, but you cut off yourself as soon as I realized something. 

“That's today... Right?” Your voice almost going silent trying to ask.

[killingmebtob]

Kiss // Ilhoon

Author: @killingmebtob // Chi

Title: Kiss

Characters: Ilhoon and Reader

Author’s Note: requested via Twitter

Summary: Getting sick has its perks too!

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[[☾]] The Class Beadle // Im Hyunsik

Author: @killingmebtob // Chi

Title: The Class Beadle

Characters: Hyunsik and Reader

Summary: You should have passed your project on time

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Smut, swearing, teacher and student sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talking

Your name: submit What is this?

As a class beadle, you have many tasks involved around the class activities and making sure that your classmates are able to pass their projects on time.

Due to your part time job, you were not able to do your project. As a result, you had to do it in a short time but the deadline already passed. Tomorrow, Professor Im Hyunsik will find out that of all the people, it was the class president who forgot did not pass the project.

As you do not want to disappoint him, you snuck inside the University at night.

You have the keys to the Professor's office where the rest of the projects are.

No one was around so entering the room was easy.

As you were about to put your project in the pile of papers, the door opened and Professor Im entered.

"I knew you'd be here (Y/N)." He said as he locked the door behind him.

"P-professor… I-I was just.. uhmm.." you said struggling to find an alibi.

"Shush.." he said putting one finger to his lips. "I know why you're here."

You swallowed hard. You've been caught. Now it's the end of your good grades.

"I'm really sorry, Professor. I promise this will not happen again."

He was quiet as he sat down on his chair behind his huge table.

"Ok." He finally said. "I'll consider your project. I'll let you go ahed and put it in that and pretend like it was already there from the beginning."

"Really? Thank you so much!" You said happily as you put the papers down.

"You are good student, (Y/N). You are my favorite." He said. His voice ringing with something else and you realize that the situation is different. "Come closer." He said.

There is something about him that even if he is smiling, you'll feel power radiating from him.

You approached him. Standing two feet away.

"Closer." He said.

With heard pounding, you obeyed him until your knees are touching his.

You looked down at him as his back is relaxed on the couched. Looking up at you.

He sat up and his face is now close to your breast. You tried to step back but was intimidated by his ringing voice as he said "Don't dare to step back."

With his face just a few inches, you felt shivers in your body.

He inhaled. "You smell so nice."

You should be running away now, but you don't want to. His voice commanding your whole being to obey him.

He grabbed your boobs and massaged them on top of your uniform earning a small gasp from you.

"I've always wanted to do this to you." He said. "I wanted to know how naughty the class president is."

He unbuttones your blouse and took your top off exposing your bra which he also removed.

With both of your naked boobs in front of his face and you feeling his breath on your skin, you started to get horny.

He sucked one nipple and played with the other. Rolling your nipple between his fingers.

You put your arms around the back of his head, slight hugging him and giving him full access.

You moaned in pleasure as his tongue pleasures you.

Professor Im snaked his other hand down your thigh, lifting it and placing your foot beside him on the couch.

With your other foot still on the floor, your legs are slight spread.

You were wearing a skirt as part of the school uniform.

While still sucking your nipples, his hand travelled up your thigh to your wet panties.

He let go of your nipple and looked up at you. "Naughty girl. Getting wet because of the professor."

He removed your panties leaving you with legs still spread and your wet pussy exposed.

Without warning, he inserted two fingers inside you. His thumb teasing your clit.

"Ahhhh.. Professor…" you said breathily.

"Tell me what you want."

"More…."

He added another finger. His hands are big and three fingers are already enough to stretch you.

He fucked you with his skilfull fingers making you lean on his shoulders and moan.

Your walls shivered as you felt your release.

He pulled out his fingers and licked it. "Now you are ready for me."

He stood up and moved the contents of his desk to one side.

He pushed you face down with both of your feet still touching the floor.

You felt the cold desk under your face and body.

You heard him unbuckle his belt and opened his zipper.

He positioned himself in your entrance and slowly inserted his cock inside you.

You felt how big it is and his three fingers are no match for it.

Deeper and deeper but it seems like there is still more of him.

Finally you felt the base of his member.

His full length stealing the breath out of you.

He held your waist tight as he braced himself and started thrusting violently inside you.

Slamming himself harder, hitting your gspot continuosly.

You heard your self moan out load with every thrust. He doesn't seem to mind it.

"Your pussy feels so good, (y/n), ah!" He groaned.

"Ahh… Professor… fuck me harder." You said, getting horny with what's happening.

You never imagined getting fucked in the University, even more, by a good looking professor.

He pulled all of his member out of you only to slam it back inside again earning a half scream from you.

He did this several times roughly.

He held one of your legs and placed your knee on top of the desk. Making you spread even wider as he slams inside you.

This new position hitting another spot in you that felt so great.

One hand that was gripping your waist went to the back of your head as the Professor leaned forward.

He fucked you roughly as he grunted, his speed increasing as he abused your sweet spot.

You felt tension building in your core. "Professor, I'm gonna cum." You said breathless.

He increasedd his phase and you felt your walls tughten around him, covering his cock with your fluid.

A few more thrusts and you felt his cock pulse. He pulled out and released his seed on your back and on your the skirt the your still have on.

Gasping for air, you have only one thing in mind: "How will you remove the stain from it tomorrow?"

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The Thief // Seo Eunkwang

Author: @killingmebtob // Chi

Title: The Thief

Characters: Eunkwang and Reader

Author’s Note: Victorian Era

Summary: Raised like a lady, you were looking for thrill in your life. Never thought it will be granted by a thief.

I am going to die before the end of this ball.

I shifted in my seat as I felt my corset trying to break every bit of bones in my body.

Why must I wear this garbage?!

A lady must always have a fit body to capture the eyes of a gentleman. I heard my mother's voice ringing in my head.

That is just one of the many "A lady must…" lines that she has.

And I hate it.

She always goes on and on about how I should walk, eat, talk, laugh, dress, and even how I should bloody sneeze!

I am not interested in capturing any gentleman's eyes, mother.

I should've told her that. But she'll just go on and on about how I must marry into a good family. That I am fit to be the good wife of a governor or a Duke!

I'll be nothing but a trophy to be shown off by my husband during balls.

I sighed. Looking at the people dancing and interacting all around me is making me lose my mind.

I want excitement. But as someone who's born in a noble family, the only excitement I'll ever have is through the romance books I've smuggled inside my room.

I was too busy trying to figure out what are the ingredients in the wine that I am currently sipping when I heard commotion from the entrance of the hall.

The musicians stopped playing and everyone's eyes are headed to the direction.

"Lady's and Gentlemen," I heard someone say.

I tried to get a good look but I am not tall enough.

"My name is Seo Eunkwang and I came from the East." The voice of the man sais again.

Darn it! I can't see a bloody thing! I looked around and when I am sure that my Mother is not around, I climbed on top of my chair so that I can see what's happening.

And there I saw a man. Walking from the entrance to the middle of the hall. He's accompanied by two other men.

This man, he said his name is Seo Eunkwang. He walked with confidence. His head held high. His smile so wide and bright as he looked at everyone.

"My friends and I came here with just one intention." He said. "And that is to take all of your prized possesions and escape this town unharmed."

Everyone laughed. I didn't. I don't think that he's joking.

"Little man," someone said from the crowd. "Are you a court jester?"

And everyone roared in laughter again.

Seo Eunkwang just smirked. Was he humiliated?

Then he suddenly put two fingers in his mouth and whistled so loud that everyone stopped laughing.

I large group of armed men came inside. Everyone was frightened.

"Aye, call me a court jester, good sir." He said. He pulled his sword from it's sheath. "Now, kindly give this court jester all your treasures."

He said in a deep and intimidating voice.

And then all the men went and took the jewelries of everyone. I was too amazed with everything that's happening that I had'nt thought of a way to escape.

While everyone is occupied, I crouched and tried to find my way out of this hall.

Thank God that I am not a tall woman.

After what seems like a few minutes, I found that I am close to the exit.

Just a few more ste---

"And where is this beautiful flower going?" I heard a voice coming from behind me.

I turned around to be greeted by a man looking down at me. It's Seo Eunkwang. His one hand on his hips as he waited for an explanation from me.

I sprung up and held my fists to him. I've seen this in some books that I've read. Although it's men who does this.

"Don't come near me." I said. "I will punch you and you will get hurt." I tried to sound as scary as I could.

He laughed. A hearty laugh that seems to ring in my head.

He has a perfect set of white teeth.

"Should I be scared now?" He said.

I got ready and just like what I see in books, I tried to land a punch on his face which he dodged making me loose my footing.

I lost balance and was going to fall when two strong arms caught me.

Then I was face to face with the man from the east.

His face a few inches from mine.

I can feel his breathe.

My heart pounding so heart it might just jump out any minute now.

His eyes are shining like stars in the night sky.

"Seize them!" I heard a voice which brought me back to the hall.

I stood up and we both faced the direction of the voice.

Soldiers went rushing inside fighting the thieves.

"Looks like you are coming with me, flower." Seo Eunkwang said. And before I could figure out what he mean by that, he took my hand and pulled me to the entrance of the hall.

With his other hand, he pulled his sword from its sheath and fought the soldiers in front of him.

That haughty smile on his face even when he's fighting.

I'm amazed at how skillful he is in fighting. Doing this all using just one hand.

Then, he suddenly pulled my waist, lifted me and put me on his shoulder.

"Men!" He called out to his friends.

"Put me down you thief!" I said while punching his back.

"Shush.." he said, "We need you to escape, flower."

"What?!" Then he went out and lifted me up and put me on a horse.

He rode the same horse too with me infront of him.

I tried my best to escape but can't.

I tried to punch his chest but I am too weak. Maybe it's because of this damn corset that I am losing my breathe.

I am right. Maybe I will really die before the ball ends.