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“Yeah, sorry, I’m just not really into you anymore.” Sanghyun said as he shrugged his shoulders before running off to meet his boys.

You expected it, of course, you had felt Sanghyun losing interest in you but you kept denying your gut feeling. He had asked you to be his girlfriend after all. Nobody asked you ever, so the fact that said he liked you and gave you all of his attention was a drastic change from any other boy you had liked, you said yes.

It had started out great, he understood that he couldn’t come between you and your best friend. And that nobody could ever make you stop hanging out. And he never seemed to get jealous about it either. He called you to talk before you went to sleep but after gaming, of course. He picked you up at your house and drove the both of you to school. You shared one of your general education classes together and sat next to each other, until he went off to engineering and you went on to the theatre for dance.

He waited for you after your rehearsals and took you home, or took you to dinner and then took you home. It had all become pretty routine for you in the last 6 months. Until he stopped waiting for you after rehearsals. And he stopped calling you before you went to bed. And he stopped picking you up to go to school together.

He said it was because he had so much extra work to do, he was learning how to fix his computer and was behind everyone else in his class. And you believed him, your older brother had taken engineering and he had spent days at school at a time. But you just had that nagging feeling he was cheating on you, your intuition told you, but you denied.

Until the rumors started, Sanghyun was spending a lot of time with Yona. The pretty redhead in the class you shared together, she was cute and hadn’t said much to you all year other than exchanging hellos. He still sat next to you in class but you could see him texting every now and then when he thought you weren’t looking.

You sighed to yourself, of course he lost interest, who were you anyway? No one special, dance was your passion and you liked playing video games with friends in your free time. You put it in effort with some makeup but with how often you had rehearsals, it was easier to wear leggings or sweats than to dress up something cute to classes.

You adjusted the strap on your shoulder and found yourself already arriving to the theater’s back door. You steeled your nerve before heading inside, you didn’t need any of them to be telling you ‘I told you so.’ Several of them had warned you against Sanghyun when he first asked you, saying he was a playboy and that you were just his flavor of the month. The only one who didn’t say anything was him.

“Hello, Your Highness.” He jokingly bowed before you and then threw his arm over your shoulder. He was never gonna let that down when you had been casted as Sleeping Beauty and he had gotten Prince Charming in high school, he started calling you that and had been ever since.

“Hey best friend.” You replied in with as much normal happiness as you could muster but that wouldn’t fool him. It never did. You continued walking towards the dressing rooms so you could put your things down and start warming up.

“Hey hey, none of that. What’s wrong? Something happen with Sanghyun?” He asked you, putting both hands on your shoulders and making you lkkk at him.

“I don’t really wanna talk about it here, Johnny. Can we talk about it after?” You said, your eyes drifting off to the side and at the spot on the floor that looked like old gum. His finger tightened just slightly on your shoulders before he pulled away and let you put your things down. You walked back out of the dressing room and he immediately took your hand, “Fine, tell me on our way home then.”

You kept your mouth shut, and merely nodded. That’s how it used to be, before Sanghyun. Johnny had always walked you home and walked you to school, ever since you were little. He lived just down the road and a block away, and you had met on the playground at the park when you were 6. He stopped a boy from pulling your hair and since then, your parents encouraged your play dates.

You went through rehearsal on auto-pilot but you could feel the gazes of the others. They had probably heard the news already, that or Sanghyun was already dating Yona right after he broke up with you. The whispers didn’t help either, the gossipers were going. Maybe she didn’t put out, maybe she was cheating on him first, maybe maybe maybe.

You soldiered on through rehearsal, Johnny was your partner as usual and kept sneaking glances at you to make sure you were okay. You would always try to give him a small smile of reassurance. But he wouldn’t buy it. Granted, you weren’t too sad per se, you had seen it coming. What really killed you was the idea of no one else ever liking you the same way again.

Nobody approached you ever, you had to do it, you had asked a crush about it once, and he told you he couldn’t because Johnny was your best friend. It took you by surprise at first but nothing would come between you and Johnny. All the girls who asked him out always asked in a way that told him if he dated them, he’d have to ditch you, and he always told them no. And there were a lot of girls asking.

So there was no way you could even think about someone asking you to drop Johnny. Not after everything you guys had been through, failing grades, failed auditions, great plays, pet deaths and not to mention, all of the bullies he kept away from you. No way in hell, he was your best friend, it was a package deal or nothing.

Rehearsal ended and immediately everyone began talking, it had been silence except music and counts but since then the theater rose up in a cacophony of sounds and distorted voices as everyone spoke.

“Are you going to the party tonight?” Jaemi asked you. There was a party every Friday night at one of the fraternities, this week it was Sigma Pi’s turn, the engineering frat. How ironic.

Before you could open your mouth and tell her no, Johnny came over, slinging his arm in his usual spot on your shoulders. “Yes, yes she is. Actually we both are.” He said, smiling at Jaemi.

Jaemi gave you a smile that felt forced, of course it did, she was Yona’s best friend. “Great. I guess I’ll see you guys there then.” She walked away right after.

You turned to Johnny, “I don’t wanna go to the party tonight, it’s Sigma Pi’s party.” You frowned at him. You wanted to do your best to avoid him and Yona at all costs, it would just be another blow to your ego that no one would like you again.

“And that’s why we’re going. Because Sanghyun is going to be there, and you are going to look like the hot little shit I know you can be, and he’s going to regret ever hurting you.” Johnny smirked, as you felt his anger in his words. He hadn’t complained about Sanghyun before but he was probably just mad that Sanghyun had hurt your feelings.

You groaned, knowing that there was no way to fight him on this, once Johnny made up his mind, it was settled. You were doing whatever he decided on, it’s how you both auditioned for Sleeping Beauty to begin with. And it worked out perfectly fine. Your bag in hand, the two of you made your way back to your house. He walked you all the way to the door before stopping you, “Wear that top with the straps that buckle and that pair of high waisted shorts that make your ass pop. Oh and that black heel you always wear out. You know which one.” He told you.

“Yeah, yeah, Charming. I got it, the usual slay outfit for when you wanna chase girls away or we have to kiss ass so the fraternity buys fundraiser tickets.” You nodded, before pushing him away so he could go home and get ready too, the party was gonna be bustling in about an hour and even then you guys were gonna be fashionably late.

“See you soon, Your Highness.” Johnny waved as soon as you were inside the house and ran off. You sighed to yourself, putting your things down. It didn’t sound like mom and dad were home yet, so you hopped in the shower and started to get dressed. Your hair was long enough to braid and blow dry so it fell in waves down your back while you did your usual makeup and pulled the outfit on as instructed.

It always took you by surprise when you saw yourself in clothes like this, dance kept you in shape but you never really got to see it with the leggings and oversized shirts. But now, it was obvious, you could clean up real nice. You filled a small purse with the essentials and swiped a red lip stain on when the doorbell rang. You pulled the strappy heels on and answered without looking knowing it was Johnny.

He wore the biggest smile on his face as he appraised you, “Yes, you. Beautiful and hot as always.” He said, complimenting you as he always said you so rightly deserved. He cleaned up nice himself, button down with a lot of his chest exposed due to lack of buttons on, dark denim jeans and his knockoff timberlands that he didn’t care if alcohol spilled on. Messy bedhead hair that he always had, and his random assortment of rings on his fingers just for show.

“You look good too.” You told him, knowing he deserved a compliment just as much. “Did you break off another button on that shirt?” You asked, noticing the fraying threads.

Johnny smiled sheepishly, before nodding his head, “I threw it in the dryer because I forgot about it and then it ate another button.” He took your hand, before leading you to his car, the Sigma Pi house was on the other side of campus and nowhere near close enough where you could walk in those heels.

“I keep telling you, you can’t dry this shirt. You’ll have to get another one if you ever need to audition in a suit.” You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him but he knew you weren’t too upset with the smile on your face. He opened the door for you and helped you into the car before going around the other side himself. The drive was short as no one else was on the road and he sped there.

There was one last street parking a little way over in front of the house and he quickly paralleled and came over to help you. With your heels, you were still nowhere near as tall as he was. But still, it helped when he offered you his arm. You walked in with your head held high, determined to not let anyone get you down.

Someone offered the two of you unopened beer bottles and you graciously took it. Johnny had an opener on his keys and helped you with yours. You clinked once before the both of you took a sip. It had been a minute since you drank, because you had that audition, but the cold beer felt so good, warming you from the inside out. “Now, where is that jerk.” Johnny said, taking another gulp of his beer, it was already more than half down the bottle.

He walked the two of you around the living room and towards the kitchen where random bits of food was bound to be. Everyone was looking at you, as you made your way through the frat house. It felt so weird to have so many eyes on you, you could feel the gazes and from you could tell it was mostly shock. You kept your eyes down, for the most part until you saw him. He was already cozying up to Yona in the loveseat, with her on his lap and a beer in the other hand. You caught his eye before quickly looking away before he could give any sort of look.

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” You murmur softly, but Johnny was close enough that he could hear you. He looked around until he saw Sanghyun and Yona together. You saw his jaw clench before he turned to you with that mischievous smile. He only did that when he was about to do something that you might not be on board with.

“I have a better idea.” He said, before crowding you up against the fridge. The cold stainless steel gave you goosebumps and you could feel your body react to the cold. His arm rested on the wall just above your head, and he leaned in so close, you could feel his breath tickle your neck. You were positive your eyes were bulging out of their sockets and your chest tightened as you held your breath.

“What’re you doing?” You asked him in a tight voice. His breath continued to tickle your skin as he lingered by your neck, his other hand came down to rest on your hip, pulling you close.

You swore you felt his smirk against your skin without him actually touching you. Johnny never did this, even when he was pushing girls away, the only thing he’d ever do was put his arm around you and pull you close. Or he’d let you drink out of his drink, to show that you two were together to deter girls away. Before he could answer, a throat cleared beside you guys.

“What are you doing with my girlfriend?” Sanghyun asked as you realized that he was the one who cleared his throat, your eyes immediately darted over to the loveseat and Yona was now sitting there alone as she watched Sanghyun.

Johnny kept his arm above you but merely moved away from your neck so he could look at Sanghyun as he answered, “Don’t you mean your EX girlfriend, since you broke up with her just before her dance rehearsal?” He said loud and clear for other people in the room to hear.

Of course, in that moment the DJ shut the music off and the audible gasp from everyone could be heard around the room. Sanghyun narrowed his eyes at Johnny before speaking, “I’m not too sure what you mean. Y/N is my girlfriend.” He said, stepping closer to the two of you.

Your mind raced as you couldn’t quite understand why he was doing this, Sanghyun literally just had Yona sitting in his lap. And he broke up with you, like actually said it was over and walked away. Did he think that just because you didn’t tell anyone, that he could just take it back?

Johnny scoffed, not moving away in the slightest, in fact he moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours just slightly but not uncomfortably. It felt as if he was making sure Sanghyun couldn’t try and forcefully pull you away. “That’s funny, pretty sure Y/N is my girlfriend.” Johnny retorted and this time you audibly gasped. You stood there frozen, shock, realization, disbelief flooded your system. Was he lying? Was he making shit up to make Sanghyun jealous? Was he serious?

Sanghyun stepped closer, “Excuse me?” He raised his voice at Johnny. “Did you say girlfriend?”

“What do you not understand about what just I said. Y/N is my girlfriend, you broke up with her this afternoon and I realized it was now or never.”

You gaped, mouth open, mouth closed, mouth open. You couldn’t find the words, what did this mean? Did Johnny like you? Has he always liked you? When did it start? Why didn’t he ask you before ? Granted, you were dating Sanghyun so why would he say anything.

“I knew it, you’ve been cheating on me with him haven’t you? That’s why you didn’t even cry over me, because you were already dating him! I knew it!” Sanghyun said before quickly walking away.

You finally let out the breath you had been holding right after, and Johnny looked to you before smirking. “Did you mean it?” You asked him in a quiet voice, you looked down to avoid his eyes in case he said no.

His hand on your hip moved as he picked up your chin with his two fingers to look at him. “Of course I did.” He said and you continued to gape at him. “I should’ve told you a long time ago, but I just didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. I’ve always liked you Y/N. Always.”

You closed your mouth quickly due to the shock but came to the same realization. You had liked Johnny, you always did, in the back of your mind, but also refused to acknowledge it. You guys were together since elementary, there was no way you were gonna fuck that up. But it did always make you happy when he walked you to school, you always wanted him to walk you home. Even when girls confessed to him after the bell rang in high school, you always waited for him and the two of you would get ice cream after.

You hated seeing him flirt with the sorority girls for them to buy fundraiser tickets but you knew it had to be done. You also hated seeing girls want him for themselves, you used to chalk it up to not wanting to lose your best friend but it was more than that. You didn’t want them to have him because you wanted him for yourself. He was your biggest supporter as well as the one who helped bring you back up when you were down. It was Johnny after all, the Prince Charming to your Sleeping Beauty.

You laughed and shook your head, smiling wide, “You know I think I’ve always liked you too, just didn’t want to lose my best friend.” You told him and you watched as he gave you his biggest smile.

“Good, I’m gonna do what I should’ve done so long ago.” He told you, before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. The whole world spun, your mind blanked as sparks flew, the room could’ve been on fire for all you knew. He pulled away but not before swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. “Let’s get outta here?” He asked you, pushing off the wall and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Yes please.” You said, already seeing the room devolve down into a massive orgy dance party that it usually did. He led the way out the door before you guys climbed into his car, he still held the door open for you to get in.

When he got into the driver’s seat, he put his hand on your thigh before starting the car and rested it back on your thigh. The touch was welcome and surprisingly a comfort, just as much as it was a tease. “Oh by the way.” He said casually, “I am the reason no guy’s asked you out. Anytime they ask me for advice on how to ask you out, I quickly shut them down and tell them you’re with me.”

“What? But what about Sanghyun?”

“He never came to me for advice and he kinda just put you on the spot one day after your class together, didn’t he? I didn’t even get a chance to ask you before you could answer.” Johnny said, “but it doesn’t matter now, you’re mine now Sleeping Beauty. And I’m not letting you go.”

He rolled over in the grass again, he was bored out of his mind. He had willed a Change and ended up running through the forest to try and distract himself.

It didn’t work.

All he could think about was you, he was constantly plagued with thoughts of you. He didn’t know what happened, all of a sudden you were so important to him, all that mattered, if he didn’t see you, then his day went horribly.

He flailed in frustration, looking up at the clouds. The sun was high in the sky, just barely coming down, it must have been only a little past noon. He knew you had classes until late in the afternoon and he didn’t want to be a bother.

Especially since you had only met all of three times. Which was another reason why he was so frustrated that you had become this beacon of sunshine for him. He was only happy when you were happy, only when he could see your smile, and that was already frustrating.

He didn’t know what you thought of him, if you were bothered by his presence, whether or not you questioned his consistent absences in your history lecture class. He wasn’t even registered, he just popped into the class because his friend Dino wanted him to take notes.

Dino was the youngest of his Pack and was still adjusting to the Change and couldn’t control when he turned. Hoshi had tried on numerous occasions to teach him but it was really something Dino needed to learn for himself.

As leader, all Hoshi could offer was helping him pass his classes.

The first time he had stepped foot into the history class, he hadn’t expected to find anyone interesting. He wanted to sit, take notes, record the lecture and get out. He hadn’t expected to meet you, much less have you offer your help with the material.

You had assumed he was just transferring in as it was still early in the semester and students often did that. But Hoshi had been out of school for too long due to his own Change and never went back. But now he had a reason to want to.

He groaned again, just thinking about the way you smelled like strawberries whenever you flipped your hair over your shoulder. It was pure torture to sit next to you when all he could think about was the idea of kissing you.

You seem bothered. A deep voice hovered in his mind and he looked up to see a familiar face.

Hoshi grinned a little and rolled over to stand up. Taecyeon hyung, long time no see. He replied back, bowing his head as well.

The other wolf approached lithely, taking careful steps before laying on his belly in front of him, What’s wrong? You never tell anyone anything, but your pack’s been worried, so I came to see you.

Hoshi rolled his eyes and sighed, There’s a girl. He could hear Taecyeon chuckling in the mental connection. Every single Pack Leader was connected, as well as every member of one Pack, but Hoshi knew that Jun or Minghao had gone and sought out Taecyeon. They had made the hour-long trek to seek a meeting with him to ask him to visit Hoshi and see what was wrong. It made Hoshi feel even more guilty for making them worry.

Of course there is. You’re getting to that age anyway. Taecyeon said and Hoshi tilted his head at him curiously. Taecyeon just laughed, Haven’t you heard the stories, young one? Soulmates?

The moment Taecyeon said the word, Hoshi rolled his eyes, That’s legend, everyone says it’s not real.

Taecyeon scoffed and glared at him, And you believe them? It’s very much real, Hoshi. Especially since you are obviously experiencing it right now.

How do you know? Hoshi asked accusingly, but quickly bowed his head in apology. He didn’t mean to get snappy, but there was no way this was the truth, no way you were his Soulmate. He didn’t believe in it, everyone said it was a fairy tale and that he shouldn’t even think about the possibility of it happening to him.

It was Taecyeon’s turn to roll his eyes, She’s all you think about, she makes you happy, if you don’t get to see her, you’re irritable. You think about kissing her so much you think it’s unhealthy. Her happiness is your happiness, sound familiar? He asked teasingly.

Hoshi groaned and looked away, And if it is? I’ve only seen her three times.

You’re such a worrywart, she probably feels the same, at least that’s what my Mate said when I found her. Taecyeon said, grinning. He stood up and hummed. Just go talk to her, Hoshi. You can’t fail until you try. He said before walking off.

Hoshi watched until Taecyeon disappeared before gritting his teeth in determination. He was going to do it. Taecyeon tried to keep his personal relationships out of their talks and that was the second time his Mate ever came up, something he didn’t share so easily.

If Taecyeon believed in it because it happened to him, then so would he. He rushed off to his secret stash of clothes that he left in a cabin nearby for times like these.

~

You sighed softly to yourself as you shook off yet another daydream. It was happening a lot lately, more often than you liked since it distracted you in class. You were a good student for the most part, but it was getting harder to focus when you zoned out daily just to think about a certain someone.

Usually, it took more than just a few meetings for you to crush hard like this. But there was just something about him. Of course, he was cute, but he seemed really genuine too. You noticed him when he first walked into class looking about as sure as a two-year-old. He took a seat close to you in the row and you tried to keep calm when you moved to sit beside him.

The first thing you noticed was his smile, a real smile scrunched his eyes up in that cute way and haunted your thoughts daily. You quickly introduced yourself and in turn, you learned his name was Hoshi.

You offered to help him with the material and he quickly took you up on it. He had been in class two more times after that. You weren’t really sure why he missed class so often if he was a transfer student but you didn’t feel comfortable enough to ask. It was too personal, a question meant for between friends which you weren’t sure if you were.

But god, he was cute. He probably didn’t even realize it but you had heard him humming to himself on several occasions. You also watched him make numerous facial expressions to himself during class. You were curious about what was going through his mind, especially since it seemed like he was having a conversation with himself. But that seemed personal too, not something for a mere acquaintance to know such as yourself.

You sighed as he crossed your mind again. He had bit his pencil numerous times last class, out of anxiety or what you didn’t know, but the only thing you knew for sure was it was a major distraction. You memorized the way his lips curled up and the way his face lit up when he understood a concept.

You thought about being in his arms far too often to be considered healthy, and you definitely did not want to come off as weird since he obviously didn’t notice that you were attracted to him.

You sighed to yourself again as lecture finally ended for the day and you were free to go home and be a potato for the weekend. You had already gotten most of your work done for the next week and you were left all alone in the house with your parents away on yet another business trip.

It had taken you a while to pack your bag but you all but ran out of the lecture hall to see the sun. The warmth on your skin was refreshing after being trapped in air conditioned rooms all day and you basked in it a while longer before you started walking home.

You made the turn down from the end of campus and froze as you looked across the street. There he stood, in an oversized black shirt, flannel around his waist and his hair all messy as if he ran his hand through it a few times, not that you paid attention to him when he did that in class. He noticed you staring and started scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

The light changed and you quickly crossed the street, managing to not fall flat on your face. When you made it across, he shifted to twist the silver ring he always wore on his pinky finger. You wanted to know if it was important to him, but were too shy to ask.

“Hi.” You said softly, internally wincing at how nervous your voice sounded. Why was he here? Why wasn’t he in class? How was he so close to your house.. by purely coincidence?

“Hi..” He replied back. “Sorry, I was just in the neighborhood and I’ve been walking around just trying to clear my head and I don’t mean to be a bother but are you busy? Can we talk?” He blurted out quickly, and you held back a laugh. He seemed just as nervous as you were.

As soon as Namjoon left, Seungcheol turned to you, "Oh my god, you're okay, you're safe. He didn't hurt you right?" He asked, his hands running up and down your arms as he looked you over. He couldn't smell any blood, so he knew nothing was bleeding. But he wouldn't be able to sense if Namjoon grabbed you too firmly or if he pushed you a little.

He slowed a little when you started nodding your head, you moved to wrap your arms around his torso and buried your face in his chest. He easily moved to stroking your hair calmingly and rubbing your back. "You're safe, baby. I got you." He murmured as your body's instant reaction to the crash of adrenaline was to cry.

You surprised even yourself as you started bawling, Seungcheol held you through it all, giving you time to catch your breath. You were an ugly crier, honestly, your eyes got all puffy and your face all red. When you pulled away, he smiled at you and wiped away your tears.

You hiccuped once and tried to catch your breath enough to ask the question that had been bothering you, "You're not mad at me?"  You hiccuped again at the end of your question, looking away. You were honestly afraid of the answer, what if he was mad but he felt so bad for you so he wasn't going to say anything?

The surprise on his face gave you a bit of relief, "No, of course not, baby! Why would I be?" He asked, hands on your shoulders. He took slow deliberate breaths, unnecessary, but he was trying to calm you into rhythmic breathing to get rid of the hiccups.

"I kept that secret from you, I've known almost my life about it. And you should've heard it from me and not Namjoon." You told him, pulling away from him. You were so disgusted with yourself, Namjoon of all people, told him instead of you. You should've done it, it was your responsibility and he trusted you.

Seungcheol wrapped his arms around you tighter as he felt you pull away, "Baby, I would never be mad at you for something like that. You shouldn't tell just anyone something like that and I understand why you didn't want to tell me." He told you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You frowned, but nodded. He was forgiving you, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. "What did he mean by the way?" You asked just as Seungcheol took your hand to lead you out of the alley. You had taken a few steps when he stopped.

"Hmm?"

He turned to you and you pressed on, "Namjoon. What did he mean by I'm not Marked?" You asked, making Seungcheol sigh.

He opened his mouth once but said nothing, he shook his head and reached out to brush his fingertips over your cheek. He curled your hair behind your ear, his fingers lazily dragging down to your neck. It tickled, but it also felt nice. You willed yourself to not say anything as he opened his mouth to speak again.

"He meant that I haven't drank from you yet, that I haven't made you mine, that you are still a free human who belongs to no one." He said, his hand curling around the back of neck. You didn't dare breathe, watching him take in a deep shaky breath.

"You smell wonderful as always." He said, his eyes glazing over in red. "It shouldn't even matter whether you're Marked or not, you're mine. You always have been and always will." He muttered, you stood there, frozen as he dragged his nose along your jawline. His breath tickled your skin but you couldn't move.

What did that mean? It sounded so much heavier than your four-year relationship, something you didn't know. You both kept so many secrets, but this felt different, you needed to know.

He pulled away from you just as you got your brain to function normally again, "Come on, baby. Let's go home." He said, smiling at you. He took your hand and started leading the way again but you noticed his smile hadn't reached his eyes. It was a sad sort of smile, one you didn't see very often when he looked at you.

But you let him lead you back to the apartment in silence, the one you shared in the co-op. Few vampires were out and about but none of them dared to bother the two of you. He kept you as close to him as possible, while he kept an eye out for any possible ambush.

But nothing. You reached the apartment in peace and he let the both of you in and went straight to your bedroom and grabbed you clothes. That nagging feeling in the back of your mind still bothering you, leaving you in a haze of confusion.

You had to figure it out, what was it? He knew something that you didn't, but what?

You turned the hot water on and stood there, alone with your thoughts of what just happened. Seungcheol had said you were his, always had been. He said that he knew everything about you. He was surprised when Namjoon told him about the compulsion.

But was that what he was surprised about? You replayed it over and over again in your head, their conversation, him on your neck after. You thoroughly showered and sighed, unless it was true.

You had assumed he was lying when he said he knew everything about you, but what if he wasn't? He had already known about the compulsion, that's why he wasn't upset? He made it sound like it was okay that you didn't trust him, which wasn't true.

You trusted him with everything, your life, your blood, everything. And he knew that, there was no way he believed you didn't trust him. You groaned loudly, throwing your face under the water in anger.

He had known, there was no other explanation, he knew about the compulsion immunity before you had even told him anything. He knew.

In an instant, you shut off the water and quickly changed into clothes, rushing out of the bathroom where he was on the phone, his back to you.

"Yes, sir. She's safe." He said in a low voice. "I would never let anything happen to her."

You took a step forward and he visibly jumped the sound of your arrival. He turned, clearing his throat, hanging up the phone quickly.

"You knew." You said simply, looking directly at him. "You knew about the immunity, that's why you weren't surprised when Namjoon told you."

He started shaking his head in denial and glared at him, "Don't lie to me, Seungcheol." You said sternly. "Who were you on the phone with?"

He crossed the room, holding his arms out to try and wrap you up, you moved out of the way just enough to reject him. "Baby, I can explain."

"So you don't deny it then." You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt too exposed, he had always known more about you than you of him and that hurt more than anything.

Seungcheol sighed, standing right in front of you, looking down at your feet. "I knew about it, yes, but there's a lot of things you don't know, and now isn't the best time to tell you but you should probably find out before anything else happens." He said softly.

You frowned, looking at him as he hung his head low. "What is that supposed to mean." You said, biting back the anger in your voice. He knew this whole time and said nothing? This whole time since that day you met at the carnival?

"Your immunity is because of your bloodline, and I am your Consort."

50. “I think you look beautiful.”

You ran through the gates, the warning bell ringing just as you got onto campus, you slept through your alarm and now had 2 minutes to make it to class before your teacher got there.

You groaned inwardly, thinking about the two flights of stairs you had to climb to make it to your classroom, 2B, but took a deep breath and ran it anyway.

When you slammed the door open, your classmates all looked at you before telling you to hurry up and sit. Everyone had been there before, just barely on time because of assignments the previous night taking too long.

You noticed Jinyoung roll his eyes, smiling at you, "Took you long enough." He joked, facing the front.

You managed to get all your things in order before your teacher walked into the room. She smiled at everyone, setting her handbag on the table and taking out a few notebooks. "Good morning, class."

"Good morning, Ms. Wang." You said loudly with your classmates. It was then you noticed there was an empty spot in the front of the room. Where was Sana?

She was always on time, more punctual than you even when you knew she worked late hours at her part time job. Not that you spoke to her all that much, she mostly hung out with her friends and you sat in the back row of class with yours.

But any face missing was noticeable with your class only having 12 other kids. Ms. Wang frowned, looking at the same empty seat, "Hmm.. Does anyone know what happened to Sana today?" She asked aloud.

"She's not feeling well and went to the nurse's office before school started." Jihyo answered. "She wasn't sure if she was going to be sent home or not so she took her stuff with her."

Ms. Wang nodded, "Ahh I see, very well. Let's start class then, shall we?" She said, turning around and starting to write the assignment guidelines on the chalkboard.

You took out your notebook and began to copy it when the door slid open again. Everyone turned to the noise and saw Sana standing there with her eyes down, patting her cheeks.

"Ahh, Sana. Are you feeling okay?" Ms. Wang asked as Sana nodded and walked to her seat.

"Yes, Ms. Sunmi said I just needed to drink more water." Sana answered, taking her books out and Jihyo poked her with a wide grin on her face.

It was then you noticed it, Sana kept touching her face and trying to hide it but you could tell. She had gotten a haircut, bangs and she didn't seem to feel entirely comfortable about them. She kept trying to brush it to the side and hide it away but Jihyo and Mina just kept teasing her and giggling.

"Stop." She whispered loudly at them, she caught your eye for a moment and she hid her face again.

"Girls." Ms. Wang said sternly and you faced the front again as they muttered their apologies. She continued writing before turning around and explaining the directions of the assignment.

You tapped your foot rhythmically, trying to figure out what you were going to do, it was the first time she was introducing this concept and you had no idea where to start. A crumpled ball landed on your desk in your daze, causing you to jump and look over, seeing Jackson mouthing to you, to open it.

You rolled your eyes but obeyed and read the note.

Are you gonna tell her yet or what?

You crumpled it back up, not answering, and he groaned quietly, rolling his own eyes. He always wanted to get involved in your feelings, but you knew he meant well. You had been keeping your distance and crush to yourself for a long time now.

Sana was pretty and you knew she did have a lot of admirers, especially from other schools. On Valentine's Day, she had at least 6 roses from boys who didn't even go here.

It helped hide the fact that you had sent her an anonymous pink rose at least, yours being the only pink one among a sea of red. Jackson scooted his back and dropped another ball of paper.

This time, Ms. Wang turned around with a frown as she looked over at you. She sighed, shaking her head, "______ and Sana, you guys need to go outside and hold your hands up. You two keep disrupting class." She said, pointing to the door.

Sana's jaw dropped before she nudged Mina angrily and walked out, still messing with her new fringe. You stuck your hands in your pockets as you quietly followed. As soon as Ms. Wang closed the door, you held your arms up with Sana.

She stood across from you in the hallway, still messing with the bangs.

"Why do you keep doing that?" You asked, curiosity getting the better of you and your filter. It didn't take as much courage as you thought to speak to her, but it might have to do with the fact that you were already alone.

Sana sighed, frowning, "I don't like my bangs, I think they make me look like a child, I had to cut them because I lost a bet." She said, still messing with them. She blew her hair up in a huff.

You walked over as she picked at the strands again and grabbed her wrists gently, holding them up away from her face. "Stop that, I think you look beautiful."

You watched as she flushed red and looked down, avoiding your gaze. She felt so small beneath you, she just reached your shoulder.

"Thanks." She mumbled, still not looking at you.

You kept dreaming about the time you had met and how it was so surreal to have come this far. You didn’t expect for the prince to like you, much less pick you after the ball. You had spent hours just talking late into the night and he offered you a spare room in the castle as it was too late to send you home.

You at first refused as not to impose but he had insisted as the sun was almost peeking out by the time the both of you realized you should’ve been going home. His mother, the Queen, gave you some spare clothes that she had and let you change out of your dress.

He had walked you to the room, walking slow as you both were physically exhausted but wanted to keep talking. He asked you about everything, the small things like favorite color, favorite flower. As well as the important things, what you wanted in the future, what you wanted to do, what you aspired to be.

He shared the same with you and you realized that the both of you had a similar vision of the future of the kingdom. You wanted equality and he just wanted everyone to have the same opportunities. It was the simplest thing he could achieve in a short period of time, but it meant getting through a bunch of stubborn old-fashioned men.

You hovered just in front of the door, picking at your dress and looking down. “Good night, ______.” Joshua said quietly and you looked up to see him smiling, his eyes almost closed from how tired he was.

“Good night, Prince Joshua.” You replied, your eyes just as tired as his but you wanted to remember everything. You could barely function but were holding up better than he was.

He took your hand and lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it, “Sweet dreams.” He said sweetly and you felt your face flush.

You quietly mumbled, “Sweet dreams,” and rushed into the room to avoid further embarrassment. You swore you remember him chuckling as you hid away.

You groaned, stretching your arms over your head and you noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. You peeked one eye open and confirmed your thoughts, your husband was already up again. He had been doing that a lot lately, he had many meetings, discussing the plans he wanted to implement into the town.

You always told him that he could wake you up so you could eat breakfast together but he always insisted on letting you sleep in especially after the both of you had late nights together. It was his job as King to take care of these matters, though he valued your input heavily.

He was starting to have the school accept female students from the age of 5 and having them learn the same curriculum as the boys, however, certain members of Parliament were being stubborn and refusing to play ball.

You both had played nice, entertaining them every so often for dinner at the castle and discussing what they wanted in exchange for signing off but they were greedy old men that didn’t like Joshua’s way of thinking and wanted him to change to match their standards.

You groaned thinking about it, you just remembered that he had a scheduled meeting with all of Parliament this morning. He had been worried about it, as the majority was guaranteed if the three members the two of you managed to turn voted his way. You had tried to take his mind off it, but the both of you kept getting distracted with the what ifs.

It didn’t take long for you to get dressed, opting for a pale pink dress and brushing your hair out before braiding in the back. You set your crown on, knowing that it was the only way you’d get any respect from Parliament and headed out into the hallway.

It had taken you a while to figure out your way around the castle but when you did, you managed to find some hiding places if you didn’t want to deal with old-fashioned servants that wouldn’t let you lift a finger.

Two turns down, you saw that most of Parliament had left and Joshua had stayed behind to discuss with Parliament Chief Yunho. You figured that meant all had gone well and he was closer to letting girls stay in school for as long as boys did.

He looked to be in serious discussion so you hid behind the corner and just watched. Yunho was always encouraging of Joshua’s ideas and gave advice on how to convert those against him.

Joshua was listening intently and you just watched him nod in understanding as Yunho kept talking, you felt a smile creep up on your lips as you stared. He looked so handsome then and you couldn’t help but feel like you were intruding. It was unmistakable, he was the King and was determined to help his people as leader.

It was one of things that made you fall in love with him.

He turned to look up and you couldn’t hide quick enough, he smiled at you and Yunho looked in your direction, curious over the interruption. Joshua called you over and you kept your head down as you walked over.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you, your conversation seems important.” You said apologetically. It wasn’t your place to intrude even if Joshua valued your opinion.

Joshua shook his head and took your hand, bringing you closer to him, he gave it a squeeze and smiled, “It doesn’t bother me, you’re my wife.” He said and Yunho just nodding, smiling approvingly.

You were still unsure, as they had yet to continue their conversation since your arrival, but Joshua started walking, taking you along with your hands intertwined. “Anyway, starting next month, we can begin?” Joshua asked Yunho.

Yunho nodded, “Sounds about right, Parliament voted in favor of your plan, now the real problem begins.” He said and Joshua sighed.

You looked at the both of them curiously, the hard part was over, wasn’t it? Parliament had been the biggest obstacle of allowing females to participate in schools, you knew from the start.

Joshua noticed your expression and ruffled your bangs playfully to your disdain. “Just because you eagerly wanted to go to school doesn’t mean every girl in town thinks the same.” He said teasingly.

Your face scrunched in defiance and you stuck your tongue out at him before coughing quickly as Yunho was still around.

“Do not worry about me, Your Highness.” Yunho assured, “I am the same, I sent my daughters to school before Little Joshua became King.”

“Hey, I thought we agreed you weren’t going to call me that anymore.” Joshua said and you could see the blush on his cheeks as he looked at you and back at the ground.

You giggled, saving that for later, “What if I helped with that aspect though? Encouraging girls to go to school, I mean.” You suggested.

“I’m sure that would be very helpful.” Yunho said, “Wouldn’t you agree, Your Majesty?” He asked Joshua pointedly.

“I’ll think about it.” Joshua mumbled and Yunho just chuckled.

“Okay, well I’ll be off. Have a good day, you two.” He said as he walked out back towards his carriage.

“Thank you for everything.” Joshua called after him before turning back to you, just to see you narrowing your eyes at him.

“You don’t want me to help?” You asked him grumpily. He had always said how much he appreciated you and how he wanted your suggestions and advice and yet here he was limiting you despite everything you had ever discussed about equality?

14. “Can I have this dance?”

Tonight was the night, it had been the talk of the town for ages. The entire kingdom had been preparing since the announcement. Crown Prince Joshua was to have a masquerade ball where he would choose a wife, and every girl in the kingdom was invited.

It was required of him to dance with every maiden that was in attendance, and decide from there who he was to wed. You had sewn your dress with the help of your mother, a nice shade of pink that complimented your skin tone. The gown was a traditional ball gown and had about three layers of fabric draped nicely designed to highlight your waist.

You also made your own mask, knowing the townsfolk could only make so many and you had this complex of not wanting to wear the same thing as another girl. It covered a little over half your face, resting on your cheekbones as the sides flared up into wings as you intended.

It was nerve wracking getting ready honestly, you hadn’t many friends in town as the girls were all stuck up and couldn’t be friends with someone who questioned everything like you did. You wanted to know why girls couldn’t attend school, you wanted to know why you could only be at home and do chores.

You wanted to see the world and read and not have your life decided for you, just because you were a female. There were talks that the Crown Prince was more modern and forward-thinking and that you had a chance at schooling once he ascended the throne. He just needed to find a wife first.

Which made the whole thing even more nerve wracking, if the townspeople didn’t even like you, how could Prince Joshua? You lived in the countryside of the kingdom and hadn’t grown up with any etiquette classes, just what your mom taught you and what you managed to read from books.

“Stop fidgeting.” Your mom scolded you as she helped you tighten the corset on the back of your dress. She was excited for you to go to the ball, she wanted you to do new things and just get out of the house, since you were driving the both of you mad with your wants.

She pulled the ribbons taut and you sucked in a breath. “Too tight?” She asked you.

“No. It’s perfect.” You said, admiring yourself in the mirror. You still couldn’t believe this, you were really doing this, you were gonna meet Prince Joshua tonight. He had to dance with you and maybe he would like you, but you couldn’t have high hopes in case you were disappointed.

After all, there were many other girls in the kingdom who were far richer and more trained in the art of social etiquette.

Your mom handed you your mask and you gave her a small smile as you slipped it on, looking back at your reflection. It was breathtaking to say the least, you had never dressed up in your life and here you were, looking like what you hoped was a princess from all those fairy tales you had read.

She pushed you out the door and into the horse carriage led by your father. It was nothing big, just the wagon you had being led by your horse. But it was cleaned up and looked presentable enough to arrive in.

“Thank you.” You told her as she kissed the top of your head and wished you good luck. Your father set the horse off and you went on your way. The ride to the palace was long and the sun had set by the time you got there.

The guards helped you down and led you inside where you noticed, the ball had already started. Prince Joshua was already dancing with a girl in a light green dress and you froze when you got to the top of the stairs.

The ballroom was packed, girls waited on the side for their turns, watching awkwardly as he waltzed around the room with the next girl. You took a step backward to leave, maybe they wouldn’t notice you. You could just leave and not have to worry about dealing with the rejection from Prince Joshua.

The sound of the door slamming shut behind you made your heart stop as everyone looked up at the direction of the noise. Suddenly, all eyes were on you and you couldn’t move.

~

It was getting tiring to say the least, but he couldn’t let it show. So far, all these girls had been the same and he couldn’t help but wonder if all the girls were airheads. They all said the same things, how they thought he was handsome and a great leader, but they couldn’t name any achievements he had made.

As if they were just rehearsing from a script. He had gotten to the third girl wearing the same dress in yet another color. It didn’t help that he announced his ball at the last minute but his father had decided that he needed a wife within the year, and there was only a month left.

He spun the girl in his arms around and he stepped away as her green dress almost hit his legs. She flinched when the heavy doors slammed shut and he sighed to himself. His guards had to learn to close those doors slowly, he looked up to see who had entered and he caught himself before his jaw dropped.

She was gorgeous and she looked nervous as hell. He thought that was cute, a lot of the girls here were confident, perhaps even overconfident, that they win his affections. It was endearing to think someone was worried he wouldn’t like her.

The music started again, as everyone started moving once more. He quickly bowed to the girl before him, ending their dance and crossed the room. His next dance was going to be with this girl, no matter what.

~

You lifted up your skirts and proceeded to walk down the stairs carefully. You held your head up high and you met each step with ease. All that walking up and down your hill was good practice. You made it down the stairs and Prince Joshua was there to greet you as he held his hand out for you to take. You took it and he bowed once, and you automatically curtsied as you had learned.

He smiled at you and looked down to hide your smile back at him. He shined brighter than the sun and was the only one in the whole room without a mask. “Can I have this dance?” He asked, as you both still stood there at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yes, of course.” You replied and he led you to the center of the floor and everyone parted to move out of your way. The music started again and he put one hand on your hip and you put one hand on his shoulder before he took the first step.

He stared at you in a way that made you feel so exposed, as if he could see everything about you in your eyes. And that scared you, you were honestly a nobody, your house was on the outskirts of the kingdom on a hill and you had no idea what to do in a formal situation such as this one.

“What’s your name?” He asked, breaking the silence between you and you took a deep breath before answering.

“_______.”

“That’s a pretty name.” He said, “Why are you so nervous?” He spun you around before you could answer and you made sure to gather your skirts at the last minute before it brushed him.

When you came back, he smiled at you expectantly, you bit your lower lip and looked away, “I’m afraid you won’t like me.” You answered honestly.

“Why is that?” He asked, as the music got slightly faster, just enough for him to change pace and cross the room together.

“Because all you want is for us to be equals and I have a long way to go. I don’t think I’m the same level as some of these girls and I’m nowhere near where you are.” You answered, referring to your lack of education and thereof.

You watched his lips curl up into a smirk at that. He took you around the room once more and you heard the song start to slow down. He shifted his hand to your back and your world was upside down as he dipped you, in front of everyone.

“I think you’re perfect.” He whispered, picking you back up. “Wait for me, I pick you, but I have an obligation to fulfill.” He said lowly in your ear, quickly pulling away and bowing politely. He caught your eye and gave you a smile before going off to dance with another girl.

You stood there, speechless for all of two seconds before you sought shelter on the balcony as other girls had their turns for the night. It was a few hours before you heard footsteps come up behind you as you looked at the stars.

“Shall we learn more about each other?”

You sighed to yourself, a little in relief, but more so because you were so exhausted. It was the last week of the semester and you had just finished all of your exams. You had two in the same day and two more the last two days of finals week.

If this semester didn’t kill you, surely your lack of sleep would. But it was Friday night and you were free, at last. It had also been a week since you last saw him. You had made him promise not to bother you during your exams, as he was far too distracting, though you preferred not to tell him that.

Wen Junhui. He popped in on you at the most random times, ever since he had cornered in a dark alley when you were 12, scolding you for walking home alone so late. It hadn’t been your fault, cram school decided to extend your tutoring way past sunset. He made sure you got home safely, walking you there before making you promise to keep his secret. It wasn’t often a vampire gave up a free meal, after all.

Ever since then, he would visit you “to check up on you,” he called it. You figured he was just making sure you didn’t squeal on him. That and he got a kick out of startling you and becoming a nuisance for hours.

He asked you questions constantly, about your schooling, your personal life, your interests. He made you interested in politics even, because he wanted you to know how the city covered up their existence. The government knew exactly what they were and the danger they posed to society, and yet did nothing.

He revealed to you the news stories that were coverups for vampire-related homicides and you were always able to spot the keywords, the older you got. Drug overdose with a very clear injection shot, heart attack on the street, and thinking back on it, they were lame cover-up stories.

You pushed the button at the crosswalk and waited for the light to change, brushing over the top of your hand. You told everyone it was a birthmark but it was really a reminder, of the oath you had taken years ago. In the shape of a star, for as long as you lived, you were not to tell a soul about Jun, or else you would die if you did.

He had the same marking on his right hand, to never trick you into telling someone, or else he would lose his immortality. It was a pact to protect the other, you hadn’t trusted him in the slightest when you first met and now, years had passed and the mark was an afterthought.

You didn’t want to share him with the world, he was your little secret. You wanted to keep him all to yourself, he was your vampire that bothered you at least once a year, it had gotten more frequent recently but you didn’t get a chance to ask why.

He never let you forget how human you were compared to him, his insane amount of strength as well as his desire for your blood. He never failed to remind you of the precautions you had to take around him.

You made it back to your apartment and turned the key in the lock, hearing it click. You frowned, you hadn’t locked the bottom when you left this morning, so why was it locked now? Pushing the door open just slightly, you recognized the ever-so-familiar silhouette of Jun waited behind it.

“Why, hello there, pretty thing.” He grinned, showing his fangs. He leaned in close to you as you closed the door behind you, you could hear him inhale and it caused goosebumps on your skin. “You smell divine.” He said, his eyes flashed red as he blinked once, making it disappear.

“You waited for me to finish finals. Thank you.” You told him, putting your stuff down on the table. You turned to look at him and he just smirked at you.

“Of course, ______. You asked me to.” He curled a strand of your hair behind your ear and you made the mistake of looking at him directly. You were in his grasp and he knew it, he beckoned you to walk forward and you did so, your body moving without your command.

You were his to do with what he wished. He had always warned you about looking at him when he was hungry, but you were tired and let your guard down.

“Someone’s asking for it.” He teased. Your eyes went wide as he leaned in close again, his nose grazing your cheek. He breathed in your scent once more, and you made a muffled noise, unable to move your lips to enunciate words at all.

He chuckled at that, “Yes?” He asked playfully, “Use your words, darling.” He lightly tapped your lips and you gasped, feeling control being given back to you, if only in your lips.

“Kiss me?” You asked daringly. It was the first time you were serious about the request, you had joked many times as you both knew it was dangerous to play this game. But it had been long enough and you spent far too much time, just thinking about the idea of his lips on yours for you to not be curious.

It only took a second, less than a second, for your whole world to be turned upside down. You had been walking home from cram school and it had gotten late, the sun had already set and you knew you should've caught the bus.

But against your better judgment, you decided to walk home. The moon high in the sky as you stayed out on well-lit sidewalks avoiding darkened alleys and that one park close by your house.

You were nearly home when it happened, out of nowhere, some random creep jumped in front of you, wielding a knife, "Well, aren't you pretty?" He said, his eyes wide but a grin on his face as he licked his lips. You gritted your teeth as he swung the knife wildly towards your stomach.

"Come on, let's go." He said, gesturing at you to walk towards the dead end street with the broken street lamp. You looked down at the knife again before moving, for now he had the upper hand. You could do nothing against him, but you slid your hand into the pocket of your skirt and felt the small aerosol can of mace that you kept for times like these.

Your grip on it tightened as he led you closer towards the dumpster behind the tallest apartment building on that block. He kept the knife dull against your back and you could hear him sniffing your hair, which made your skin crawl.

"Stop, turn around." He instructed and you did so, the wall behind you and you took in your surroundings. You had to time it just right, when his guard was down you could spray him and make a run for it. You might not get very far, but anything was worth a shot.

He disgustingly licked his lips again, gesturing at your skirt, "Take it off, pretty thing." He said and you shook your head in defiance.

He glared at you, raising the knife to your neck, you felt the blade nick your skin slightly, drawing blood. "I won't ask you again." He said sternly.

"I would rather be dead." You replied back, but the moment he was about to put more pressure, he vanished from view. You turned to look and saw someone you didn't quite expect.

"What did I tell you about pulling this shit in my neighborhood, Tyrian?" He asked, kicking the knife away and it made a long clanging noise against the concrete.

He shook out his shoulders, his leather jacket smoothing out and he took another step at the man who cowered before him. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"N-Never in your neighborhood." Tyrian managed to say, crawling on his hands and knees, forehead to the ground in reverence. "I didn't mean to, Mark, I swear. She was just alone and I couldn't help it." He groveled.

You watched as Mark kicked him in the ribs and Tyrian tried to keep quiet, "You disgust me. Leave." He said sternly and Tyrian quickly got on his feet and ran off.

You moved off the wall when he turned on you, "And you, what's Miss Goody Two Shoes doing out on the streets so late?" He said, glaring at you.

You froze in place and he continued glaring at you, as you were unable to get your mouth to move. Your brain raced a million miles a minute, he never went to class, how had he even known who you were?

He sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration, "I thought all you did was go to school and go home, isn't that what Goody Two Shoes do?" He asked you again, this time when he looked at you, his expression softer, less angry.

"I finished cram school late." You said quietly, looking down at the ground, avoiding his gaze, all of a sudden you felt like a child that was being punished.

He scoffed and you looked up to see him shaking his head, "Of course you would go to cram school." He said, and you couldn't tell if that was meant to be an insult or not. But it also seemed like he was scolding himself for not realizing the obvious.

You watched as his expression changed to that of seriousness. "Don't ever walk home alone at night ever again, ______." He told you. "This time you were lucky, I happened to be around, but that won't always be the case." He said.

You immediately nodded, "Yes, Mark, of course." After all, who were you to argue with gang leader of your neighborhood?

"Promise me, _____." He said, looking in your eyes directly and you swore you felt your heart stop.

You nervously took a breath and nodded your head, "I promise." You said, watching him sigh in relief. He just nodded and smiled a little.

"Good, okay. Let's get you home then." Mark said, taking your hand and leading you out of that dead end street. He slowly walked in the direction of your house and you summoned the courage to ask the question that had been bothering you.

"How do you even know who I am?"

He looked at you and merely chuckled, "_____, top of my class, #1 student, aces all the tests and has never had a boyfriend in her life." He stated, as if your entire biography was that simple.

"You don't even go to class." You blurted out, unable to stop yourself. He stopped you in front of your house and you looked at your house and looked back at him, opening your mouth to speak again before he held his hand up.

"This is my neighborhood, _____. I protect everyone in it, so even if Mr. Park likes to make me out as a bad guy because I am a delinquent, I do run a gang and I do get into fights a lot, doesn't mean I don't know what's going on." Mark said, stopping all the questions in your mind in an instant.

You couldn't figure out what to say then, so you decided on, "Thank you for walking me home." You took out your keys from your backpack and he smiled again.

"Of course. Now, go home and get some sleep." He said, "Maybe I'll actually go to class tomorrow."

You nodded and marched right into your house where you were home alone. You sighed softly to yourself and put all your stuff down, reaching into your pocket to take out the mace.

You noticed a folded piece of paper as well, quickly opening it and you stood there in awe.

Here's my number, if you ever need it, just text me.

-Mark

Hi hi~ umm.. so tbh I’ve rewritten this like three times, all different types of Bad Boy!Mark, mostly because I was trying not to be super cliche and make him a gangster but I didn’t really like any of it so then I decided maybe I should just make him a gangster so here we are and yeah... I really hope you like it anon.. as always the inbox is open ^^