#chen scenario

He truthfully didn’t believe he was holding a woman like her. Who was he to have that privilege? Despite how good care he took about his hygiene, he couldn't help but feel filthy in comparison. her smooth skin that felt untouched and heavenly and the way it contrasted with his. It truly was a jump in hierarchy and he was very well aware of it.

He was nothing but a delivery boy. His life was the opposite of being born with a golden spoon in his mouth… and her… he felt he was polluting fine glass that if handled harsher she’d break between his arms.

He got intoxicated with how she felt towards him. Her willingness and the way she squirmed to avoid her moans getting louder.

“You’re truly a princess.” He rolled his hips further. “Can I have the pleasure to hear your voice in my ear at least?” He asked as he pressed his chest against her. “Please.”

But they were tears he got against his cheek as he pushed further. He panicked, wanting to remove himself thinking he had hurt her.

“No, please come closer.” She pulled him back, this time forcing him to kiss her. “Don’t leave me.”

He kissed her tenderly as he remained inside, feeling how her legs locked around his waist.

“What and who dared hurt you, princess? I could be your knight.”

She smiled momentarily remembering that it was not possible. “You can’t be anything other than this. We are worlds apart.” She confessed.

It hurt him instead, hearing her being so honest, but he couldn’t find it in his care to have dignity as he kept thrusting.

“At your service anytime.” He tried to remove himself feeling he was getting close.

“No!” She stopped him. “I want to feel everything inside. Even if it’s once.”

“On our first time like this?” He queried, puzzled. “Are you on birth control?”

“Nothing will happen from one time. What are the odds, Jongade?”

“Oooh.” He trembled. “Call me by my name again! Louder!”

And she did, all while caressing his cheek as he spasmed. “Jongdae. My sweet and kind Jongdae.”

She felt his sweaty torso over hers as he decided to attach his lips to her neck in languid open mouth kisses as he rode his high. “I’m still worried. What if you get pregnant?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

~~~

It was almost as if she was the predator in this situation. Every time her parents reminded her about her future fiancee's visit, she’d leave everything behind driving till she arrived at her favourite fish restaurant in the very crowded Yeongdeungpo market. Was it worth the drive every time? Maybe not, but she was head over heels for the delivery boy. The same one the ajumma scolded every time for being late. Was it the way he removed the helmet upon arrival? Or his high pitched whine when she punched him playfully? She didn’t know. All she knew was that her head felt heavy and today was the day she was going to take this man to her bed.

“Miss, I think that’s enough drinking for today.” The ajumma advised, pulling the bottle of Soju from her hand. “Do you have anyone to take you home?”

The boy looked from his phone to where she was seated as he leaned on the wall. He too wanted to go home already.

“I have my car parked close to here, can your delivery boy drive me home, please?” She spoke drunkenly, although she was the most sober.

“Yah! Jongdae-yah! Do you know how to drive a car?”

Jongdae? Was that his name? Jong-Dae-Jong-Dae-Jong-Dae… She could imagine herself screaming that name all night.

“Yes!” He confirmed, placing his phone inside his pocket as his lips drew a beautiful kitten smile.

She took her car keys out of her purse and offered it to him. “Thanks.” She tried to stand, faking dizziness. She just couldn’t wait to touch his beautiful looking skin.

“Are you alright, miss?” He asked as he rushed to pull her from her arm.

God almighty. His eyelashes up close. She was completely and madly in love with the delivery boy of the fish restaurant. Suddenly regretting that she had eaten or drinked, because she wanted to shove her tongue inside his teasing lips that curled naturally at the edges without even smiling.

“I am, just please hold me tighter.”

“Take care of her, Dae-yah! She’s our precious customer.”

“Yes, don’t worry, ajumma.” He assured with a deeper voice she didn’t know he had. “Where are you parked?” He asked, looking straight into her soul.

She decided to answer him once the air hit her face. “Right around the corner.” She leaned closer to him.

“Oh… wow… the Porsche?” He asked, getting hiccups.

“Yes.”

“I’m wearing flip-flops. Not sure I should drive a car like this with flip-flops for your own safety.”

“Nonsense. These cars almost drive themselves.” She spoke sounding way too sober, confusing the poor guy.

He helped her inside the car as she grabbed on to his wrist before he closed the door. “The seatbelt please.” He leaned closer to buckle it for her.

When he went to sit in the driver’s seat and she saw a wide smile. His profile was absolutely stunning.

“This car is amazing.” Jongdae commented.

“You’re amazing. It actually suits you.”

He blushed, looking at her confused. “Me? I’m just a cockroach in this society.” He sighed.

“I think I’m the cockroach here.” She affirmed, surprising him. “Did you know that I come here just to see you? I felt you needed to know, otherwise it would feel like I’m stalking you. Now you have all the right to leave and I’ll take it as a rejection of my confession and I won’t ever show my face here again.”

Jongdae’s mouth fell agape. “M-me?”

“Yes you.” She added. “It might be superficial but you’re everything I like in a man. You’re so beautiful, Jongdae.”

He hid his mouth with his hand looking ahead. She could see his hands trembling. “If I agree, won’t you feel that it’s because of your money?”

“I don’t care either. You have something I want and I have something you may want. After all, I’m worthless without money, I know.”

“No!” He took her hand unexpectedly. “I don’t mean it like that. Don’t say that about yourself either. I don’t even know your name, but you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks, Jongdae.” She smiled. “My name is ___ and I’d love it if you drove me to the hotel so I can brush my teeth because I really want to kiss those teasing lips of yours.”

Jongdae shied away again. He had to clear his throat, removing his baseball cap to flip his hair. “I see.”

“Boy, don’t do these things. Are you trying to kill me?” She held her chest. “My heart.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Just drive away.”

He couldn’t concentrate, nor was he used to driving cars like this as he advised. He was trying hard to look cool as she kept looking at him shamelessly.

“I’m quite nervous.” He confessed. “I’m sweaty and look dreadful, and I don’t know-”

“You look like the most delicious man in the world.” She blurted out interrupting him. “I genuinely would choose you over any man in the world right now.”

He laughed, leaning his head on the steering wheel waiting for the traffic lights to turn green. “I can’t take it.”

“Are you a little subbie? Will you be playing catch the little squirrel when we go to the hotel?”

She saw his Adam’s apple bub up and down nervously. He didn’t reply, just concentrated on getting to the hotel. He frowned all through the drive not speaking a single word after that. She truly had activated the opposite of what she asked him.

He looked endearing and sexy like that.

Jongdae parked the car and helped her out without looking at her. He let her deal with whatever needed to be dealt with at the reception, following her when she got the keycard. As she entered the elevator and after pressing the button to the room’s floor and the doors closing he finally faced her.

“What did you call me earlier? A subbie?”

“Well… are you?” She challenged.

She didn’t expect his eyebrows to knit further and his hand to leisurely find her neck as he pushed her against the mirrored wall. “I’m no subbie, ___.” He whispered before tilting his head to the side, finally tasting those lips that drove her to what was happening right now.

Madness…

“Jongdae.” She pushed him lightly to look at his eyes. “The doors are open.”

“Lead the way then.” He motioned with his head.

She walked now fully aware that Jongdae knew she wasn't drunk. She swiped the keycard feeling how he grabbed her back by her waist to force her kiss him again.

“I need to brush my teeth.” She reasoned.

“Where has your confidence gone? You came all the way to fetch me and now you’re acting like this.” Jongdae crocked an eyebrow confidently gaining all the territory.

“I guess I envisioned you being cute and cuddly and maybe me being the big bad wolf. I just didn’t expect you to be like this, I need time to adjust.”

“Is that so?” Jongdae pulled her against him with force. “Then you’re you sober?”

“Yes I am.”

“You little minx.” He commented. “Do you want to look pretty for me? Is that it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not in my best shape either, so I don’t really care.”

“You’re perfect, Jongdae.”

“You’re perfect too. Just lead the way to the bed.” He licked his lips suggestively.

She almost ran as he followed her. Jongdae caught her in time to kiss her again before escaping to the ensuite bathroom, all while he pulled his pants down encouraging her to peel herself from clothing, managing to remove her top.

“Condom?” Jongdae asked before looking at her well prepared bra.

“Do you trust me? I’m clean, I swear, and I trust you.” She strangely suggested.

Never had he ever requested such a thing. He’s never had unprotected sex with his ex girlfriends ever.

“You’ll be the death of me.” Jongdae picked her up, throwing her on the bed.

He wasn’t greedy. He was everything she wanted and more. The way Jongdae entwined his fingers with her pressing his palms on her. A simple action that seemed to make things 100 times better.

“At your service anytime.” He tried to remove himself from inside her as he felt he was close.

“No!” She stopped him. “I want to feel everything inside. Even if it’s once.”

“On our first time like this?” He queried, puzzled. “Are you on birth control?”

“Nothing will happen from one time. What are the odds, Jongade?”

“Oooh.” He trembled. “Call me by my name again! Louder!”

And she did, all while caressing his cheek as he spasmed. “Jongdae. My sweet and kind Jongdae.”

She felt his sweaty torso over hers as he decided to attach his lips to her neck in languid open mouth kisses as he rode his high. “I’m still worried. What if you get pregnant?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen.”

~~~

“What do you mean pregnant!? From who!?”

“I don’t know.” She simply looked at her parents trying to look confident.

“You’re not that kind of girl! What’s gotten into you?” Your father cried, holding his head down.

“So I guess you can tell everyone that I’m not suited to get married. You can send me overseas, but I’m not getting rid of my baby.”

“You are getting rid of that baby and marrying whomever I tell you to marry.” Your father threatened. “This won’t stop the wedding plans.”

“Absolutely not!” She yelled in disgust.

She ran out of the house crying her eyes out. She wasn't pregnant… unfortunately for her, she thought. She also hasn't seen Jongdae since that day as she felt ashamed, fearing he’d never want to see a woman like her again after spending one night of shameless sex. On the other side of the story, Jongdae had no means to contact her. The morning after she had left him sleeping. It was the most difficult thing she’s ever had to do in her life as he looked angelical with his eyes closed placidly sleeping, but she didn’t waste the chance to trace his lips with her fingers like she always dreamt.

“Come sleep next to me.” Jongdae asked her with the huskiest of voices, grabbing her wrist still very much with his eyes closed.

“I will, just let me go to the toilet.”

She had sneaked out thinking that this man would be revolted by her as soon as he realised what he had done.

That was over 4 whole weeks without him, but today was the day, her skin itched to see him again. Not that she didn't spy on Jongdae all this time like a weirdo, but this time she needed him. She needed to hear nice things coming out from his unique lips. Even if he hated her… she had to have Jongdae again before fleeing the country.

"Deliver it to the next door love motel? I don't want to go there." Jongdae whined.

"They paid extra for delivery. Just drop it at the room's door and be gone, Jongdae. Don't be such a baby." The ajumma scolded.

He took the bag of fish stew dragging his feet as if he had been sentenced to death. Just the mere idea of having couples loving each other behind each door he passed, pissed him off.

Was everything she did that night just an act to get inside his pants and disappear? Did he mean nothing to her?

He knocked on the door. "Food delivery! I'll just leave it at the door as it's been paid for over the phone. Thank you customer. Enjoy your meal." He bowed at the closed door not expecting it to open and her being behind it sporting nothing but a tulle gown that exposed every single curve.

"Thanks, Jongdae."

He frowned, biting on hisnlower lip. "So you enjoy torturing the worthless delivery boy, right? Is that why you booked a room so close and ordered food from us?"

She pulled his arm getting him inside. "I booked the room so you can hold me like last time, Jongdae. I missed you."

It was against all his principles. He really was meaning to push her away if it weren't for the fact that she had placed his hand over her breast.

"Not like last time." He pulled her to his chest aggressively electing a gasp. "I won’t let you play me even if you’re rich and shit."

She didn't expect him to pull her gown upwards finding her middle. His fingers were being inserted as he didn't break eye contact.

"Jongdae." She melted away.

"I might be poor, but I have dignity, and I'm not going to be toyed with." He kept his pace, removing his fingers when she tightened around him.

"Why?" She cried, pressing her back against the wall.

"I'm the one who gets to enjoy himself today." Jongdae announced, pushing her head downwards. "Suck!"

"I will, but cum inside of me later on. I like your warm seed invading me."

"Look at you all pathetic and needy for my dick." Jongdae unbuckled his pants, fishing his member out of his boxers. "Open wide." He demanded as he shoved his erection inside her mouth.

No, he wasn't gentle. She guessed he was truly hurt and felt used last time so he was punishing her rightfully. He also didn't listen and just milked himself on her face, liking the view.

"Are you just going to leave now?" She queried as she removed with the back of her hand the mess he made on her face.

"Not even nearly done with you." Jongdae threatened, unaware of how happy that made her. "Look at yourself as I fuck you." He sat on the bed bringing her to sit on his still hard member as he pressed his chest on her back. "Rub your clit while I fuck you and beg for me to cum inside you."

She did, obediently so. It was a different level of hot watching herself sitting on him. The sound that his balls made drove her crazy when they slapped over her skin. Not being able to not grant her wish, he released inside of her, pleasing her without really meaning to. She loved how as soon as he did he brought her to his lap slapping her butcheeks, demanding her to look at him as he did.

"I'm sorry. I thought you'd never want to see me again."

"Who gave you the right to decide for me?" Slap.

"I was shy." She defended herself.

Slap. "You? Shy? You literally threw yourself on me and took what you wanted and left." Slap.

"You want me, Jongdae?" She tried.

"I'll think about it as I don't like bad girls." Slap.

"I'll be obedient. Daedae." She cooed.

"Fuck my life." He brought her to hug his middle placing her legs at each side of his body. "Kiss me well and good and I'll see if I can forgive you."

~~~

"Don't you even dare leave me like last time." He spoke over her face as soon as she opened her eyes.

"I wasn't going to." She covered her face with the sheet. “Don’t look at me like that.” She pleaded when she saw how very naked he still was, resting his head on his hand as he looked at her intensely.

“Come here.” He pulled the sheet out of the way. “I think you owe me a very overdue introduction of yourself and hear who I am as well. Don’t you think?”

Jongdae was engraving himself in you and there was no way out of not falling madly in love with him.

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A/N: I missed writing about my bias wrecker. I love him dearly and I’ve decided not to leave him out anymore even if the ethics police comes at me.

L ⇴ LABOUR

Jongdae was incredibly supportive of you during your labour, making sure that he never left your side. His hand was yours whenever you needed to hold onto it, and if you needed to scream at him and tell him that you hated him for getting you pregnant, then he’d let you too. He knew more than anything that you needed him to help you get through labour, even if sometimes it was a bit unpleasant for him too.

M ⇴ MORNING SICKNESS

Although Jongdaw wasn’t massive on being around sick, he knew that he needed to ignore how he felt about people being sick and focus on being there for you instead. It was by far one of his least favourite moments in pregnancy, but when he felt bad about it, he’d always remind himself once again of the outcome.

N ⇴ NURSERY

He wanted to prove to you how strong he was when it came to your nursery, Jongdae built every last thing so that he could look back over it proudly, and also secretly brag to others that his baby’s room was built by him only.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Jongdae was obsessed with your excitement, knowing how much you were looking forward to being a mum kept him excited about being a dad and everything new that the two of you would experience as well.

P ⇴ POST BIRTH

After you gave birth, Jongdae was incredibly protective of the two of you for the first few days. As with whilst you had your bump, he barely let you do anything, doing even the simplest of tasks that you needed doing so that you could recover and not put your body under too much strain until you were feeling better again.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Jongdae doesn’t tend to ask you how you’re doing too often, instead he’ll pick up on how you’re acting and decide from that whether he needs to step in and support you or if you’re really doing alright.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

You’ll often find Jongdae sat in the rocking chair that you have in your nursery staring into space. He loves escaping into the room and keeping himself composed whenever he can feel himself becoming nervous or scared. He’ll always invite you to join him when you find him too, giving up the chair for you to sit down in.

S ⇴ SCANS

As with the beat of your baby’s heart, whenever Jongdae sees a copy of your scan, he can’t help but get a little emotional. His mind doesn’t always correlate that your baby really is just inside of your bump, and so the scan photos are much more of a ‘pinch me’ moment for him, reminding him just how real everything is.

T ⇴ TEST

Jongdae refused to throw away your test once you’d taken it, keeping it in the bathroom so that he could always take a look at it and remind himself that you really were pregnant until your bump began to show.

U ⇴ ULTRASOUND

He made sure that he was at every single one of your appointments, as well as taking the time after them to take you out for food and look after you.

V ⇴ VISITS

Neither of you were big on having too many visitors whilst you settled in at home, both of you were keen on keeping things lowkey and intimate between you and the closest members of your families for a little while.

W ⇴ WAITING

Jongdae likes to think that he’s pretty patient when it comes to your pregnancy, but as soon as something big happens, he’s beyond excited and impatient.

X ⇴ XXXX

He always tries to be affectionate as he can whenever you’re not feeling good, and that usually comes in the form of a kiss. Rather than cuddle you and overcrowd you, a simple kiss from Jongdae will remind you that he’s there.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, Jongdae didn’t want to experience any of this with anyone else.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He’d often fall asleep holding onto your bump to try and take some of the weight and make things a little bit easier for you. Even just for a short while, it would often be enough to at least give you time to fall into a dream.

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E X O  S C E N A R I O S

all that matters || angst

home ♡ || china line ft. parents; angst

qui gagné? || casino au ft. xiuchenkai; general, slightly suggestive

O P T I O N A L  B I A S

melodic memories || non-idol au; angst

sentimental || non-idol au; angst

X I U M I N Scenarios

reminiscence || mama au; angst

seraphic ♡ || blind!xiumin x reader; fluff

snowflake || fluff!

Drabbles

“science motherfucker”

“i am not cute goddamn it I am intimidating”

“i absolutely despise the heat”

“let’s try that again. maybe without sneezing this time.”

“oh, there’s that creep. quick, hold my hand and he might not come here.”

truth  [ werewolf!xiumin ]

“i thought you trusted me...”  [ mafia au?? rivals?? idk ]

S U H O Scenarios

childhood ♡ || merman!suho x reader; romance, angst

dream girl || highschool au; fluff, slight crack?

perfection || university au; angst, general

Series

soulmate au :: [1] [2] Everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate.

Drabbles

forehead kiss + “i missed you” kiss

“call me when you get home”

“i don’t care”  [ policeman!suho ]

“you don’t know how it’s like to love someone who sees you as a friend...”

“goddamn it, why are you so sweet”

“sweetie, I appreciate the thought, but I meant a 50c package of reeses, I didn’t need the whole candy aisle”

“why are you in a tree”

“what are you talking about? i am very mature” + “it-it’s nothing, but my favourite character just died...”

L A Y Scenarios

cold hands || fluff!!

for you || fluuuff

Drabbles

awkward kiss

jealous kiss

“can I have this dance?”

“you are so important to me”

late night drives

“you smell nice. did you know that?”

“you smell nice. did you know that?”  (this one’s different lol)

never again  [ vampire!lay ]

to rest in peace  [ ghost!lay ]

“no, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you” + “you don’t know how it’s like to love someone who sees you as a friend...”

B A E K H Y U N

Blurbs

[ why i chose you ]

Scenarios

fragments || non idol au; angst

friends || fluff, slight angst

mistakes || highschool au; general

i’m here || college au; angst

Series

soulmate au :: [1] [2] [3] [4]  ONGOING A mark appears where your soulmate touches you.

Drabbles

“do you need water? a snack? maybe a hot bath?”

“your brother just left with a 24-pack of bud ready to party, and we’re sitting in front of the TV with Netflix and fancy cheese”

“you look...”

poolside fun!  [ lifeguard!baekhyun ]

“i’ll beat you at this game one day”

“you smell nice. did you know that?”

“stop leaving sticky notes everywhere”

“don’t be stupid, i’m not leaving you”

“i’m not what you think i am”  [ werewolf!baekhyun ]

C H E N

Blurbs

[ the choice of a spirit  ]

Scenarios

affection || non-idol au; fluffery fluff

better late than never ♡ || normal verse!au; angst, bit of fluff

cheerleader || highschool au; fluff

hold me tight, don’t let me go || biker au; romance

light bulbs || neighbour au; fluff, slight crack

nevermore || non-idol au; angst

voicemail ♡ ♡ || highschool au; a n g s t

Series

soulmate au :: [1] [2] [3] Where people age until age 18, and then stop aging until they meet their soulmate so they can age together.

Drabbles

kiss in the rain

kiss on the forehead

“i almost lost you” kiss 

“wow”

“go back to sleep”

“what? are you jealous or something?”

“i don’t know whether to kiss you or punch you”

“i’m very busy right now and you’re distracting me”

“i am not cute goddammit I am intimidating”

sneaking out

late night walks on the beach

“who said you could take a cold shower, especially without me?”

picnics in the car!

“...why are you in a tree”

“shut up i’m tanning”

“your hands are warm”

“...is that... is that my shirt”

be sorry for your sins  [ mama au ]

“babe... we have a whole hour by ourselves...”

“wait a minute, are you being nice to me? but it isn’t my birthday”

“you may be the love of my life, but there is no way in hell am I wearing that”

“this is all your fault, genius”

false guesses  [ mafia au ]  ♡

“no trust me, I am the dev- shut up, I am not adorable”

C H A N Y E O L Scenarios

adorable || college au; fluff

cute^2 || non-idol au; fluff

it’s okay || angst

they don’t know || highschool au; angst, fluff

what is love || non-idol au; angst

Drabbles

angry kiss

“sorry I made you wait”

“here, take my jacket”

“you don’t know how it’s like to love someone who sees you as a friend...” + “do you know how hard i’m trying not to kiss you right now?”

“i just got out from babysitting and I am having my tubes tied immediately”

“see, this is why we’re together. no one else could handle our terrible puns”

“do we need lessons on how ziploc bags work?”

sneaking out + concert night

summer shopping spree

“no stop being cute right now i’m trying to be productive”

“one more pun and you’re sleeping on the couch tonight”

“this isn’t exactly the best place for a makeout session, but i’m open to anything”

“could you stop being so damn stubborn and let me help you?” + “I swear; if you die, i’ll kill you”  [ mafia au ]

“what are you talking about? i am very mature”

“you may be the love of my life, but there is no way in hell am I wearing that”

“you and I came wearing matching/couple costumes and now everyone thinks we’re dating?? but shit, you’re cute, can I have your number?”

K Y U N G S O O Scenarios

best friend || highschool au; angst

home || pure f l u f f

proper farewell ♡ || fluff, angst

sweet kisses || fluff

unfair || highschool au; romance, fluff

Series

soulmate au :: [1] [2] [3] You don’t remember anything from your past life, but your soulmate does.

Drabbles

kiss on the forehead

“you can never have too many fans”

“why the fuck is it so hot outside” + “who said you could have a cold shower, especially without me?”

ice cream dates + late night drives

“...why are you in a tree”  [ dad!ksoo uwu ]

ice cream dates

“don’t be stupid, i’m not leaving you”

masquerade party

“run away. now”  [ vampire!ksoo ]

K A I

Blurbs

[ a bliss with every breath. ]

Scenarios

oh, right || fluffery fluff  f l u f f

serenade no.1 ♡ || kingdom au; fluff

sleepy ♡ || f l u f f 

sweatshirt || college au; fluff, slight slight angst

thank you || fluff, romance

you did it || non-idol au; fluff, angst angst

Drabbles

jealous kiss

“sorry i’m late”

“can you hold me?”

“everything hurts and i’m dying, but i’m not pregnant this month so that’s nice”

“who said you could take a cold shower, especially without me?”

“...is that... is that my shirt”

not like him  [ vampire!kai]

“no, I didn’t fall in love with you just to lose you”

S E H U N

Blurbs / Timestamps

[ 9:54 pm ]

Scenarios

confession overdue ♡ || non-idol au; fluff, angst

night out (on memory lane) || highschool au; romance

polaroid || college au; romance, angst

spontaneous || highschool au; romance

why || non-idol au; a n g s t

Drabbles

kiss on the neck

“wait a minute, are you drunk?”

“science motherfucker”

“remind me why i’m dating you again. please”

“you may want to hide the alcohol because I may die from how much and how badly I want to drink right now”

“i am not cute goddammit I am intimidating”

“see, this is why we’re together. no one else could handle our terrible puns” 

“shut up i’m tanning”

“...i’ll sleep on the couch with you”

“i love you more than you love me”

Then he tilts his head back again. You laugh and feed him a piece of cotton candy, feeling his lips close warmly over the tip of your retreating fingers.

“So sweet,” he says, grimacing a little before catching your smile. He automatically smiles back. You kiss his cheek.

“Aww. My little sugar rush.”

**

You sit on the bench after the cotton candy is all gone, swinging your legs back and forth. His warmth brushes your side. You start humming, random notes strung together until you find a little progression you like. Jongdae, next to you, puts words to it. It’s silly and nonsensical, something about a lonely dinosaur growing pansies to sell at the market so he can buy a new friend.

When you stop humming, he grabs your hand and pulls you up. His words gently diminish into a soft thrum of noise and he tugs you, walking backwards. 

“What?” you ask. Has it always been this impossible to stop smiling around him? 

He shrugs. “Just wanna keep looking at you.” 

You groan, horrifically pleased. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I’m cheesy, huh?” His eyesbrows quirk upwards. 

“Yeah.”

“Cheesy?!” He bends and wraps his arms low around you, then picks you up and sweeps you in a circle. “Cheesy!”

“Jongdae!” you scream and laugh all at once, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

He stops spinning and holds you there for a moment, looking up at you. “Cheesy, huh,” he repeats, his voice soft and fond. 

“Yes,” you say. “Very cheesy.” Then you kiss him on the nose. He closes his eyes when you do, eyes crinkled and lips curled. Pleased. He opens them after a moment, watches you for a heartbeat more, then lets you slide slowly back to earth.

He tilts your head up and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I didn’t know the carnival had a new attraction,” you murmur. 

He grins roguishly.

“I am a pretty good ride, aren’t I. Handsome, too.”

“And humble to boot,” you add dryly.

The two of you continue walking, making your way off the pier and back onto the beach. You coax Jongdae into a race, but the two of you are still holding hands. The pair of you tumble onto the sand in a domino effect when Jongdae trips over his own feet. The two of you lay there, laughing and panting, for a long moment as you catch your breath. Your hands find each other again, and your fingers interlace. 

It’s blissful, this moment so achingly perfect that you miss it already. Far out in the distance, illuminated boats seem to drift on an inky night. 

Jongdae shifts beside you, then kneels over you. The brightness of him sweeps over you, eclipsing the moon. You glow there beneath him, the memory of this moment, this night, reflecting between the two of you. 

“Still alive over here?” he asks. He squeezes your hand.

“Yes.” You pull in a breath of air, full of the ocean, sunblock, and the lingering sweetness of cotton candy. You squeeze his hand back. “Still alive.” 

He finds it almost comical. The reactions he gets from his victims of the previous evening whenever they see him in the hallway. Many are embarrassed, for how could they be having dirty thoughts and dreams about their kind, unsuspecting neighbour? That is, if he lets them remember.

He usually only lets a few remember their dreams from the previous night, mainly for his own entertainment purposes. Seeing them shy away from him, or avoid his gaze when he sends them a smile in the hallway simply feeds his amusement.

Never has he returned to a victim more than once, for he hasn’t felt the need to. Many of his victims are delusional anyways, thinking that this one night of passion within their subconscious means something more. 

Some even go so far as to confess their love or adoration during these times, only serving to annoy him. All he wants to do is feed, not hear about the feelings of his food. Most of the time, he can block it out, but more often than not, it’s too hard to ignore. It’s starting to really get on his nerves.

As a demon, Jongdae has never known, or felt, love. He doesn’t even know if it’s possible for him to love, but he hasn’t ever wanted to know, or tried, for that matter. He always found it trivial, in a sense. Something humans use as a distraction from their everyday lives. 

The news of a new tenant moving in next door peaks his interest. There hasn’t been a new resident in his building for at least six months, and his options are starting to run dry. He’s ready for a fresh face, a fresh start. A fresh meal.

He has to admit, living out an ordinary life in amongst his victims is a fairly wise choice, not to mention easy. Every week or so, he can choose a new victim who is willing to let him into their mind. All he has to do is just put a passing thought through their mind about him, and see if he in turn peaks their interest. If that’s the case, he’s in for a good meal that night, as long as the subject is willing.

The day you move in next door, he does his best to make a good first impression on you. The smile you give him when he offers to help you bring in some of the boxes for you causes a subtle smirk to pull at his lips. This is a good start, and hopefully, by the end of the week he’ll be able to have you all to himself.

By the time he’s finished helping you bring in all your boxes, he watches you plop yourself into one of your chairs in the corner of your living room. He almost misses the way you tilt your head back and roll your neck from all the boxes scattered around blocking his view, but he catches it, and something within him jolts. He finds it odd.

Opening your eyes once more, you notice him already staring at you, seemingly zoned out.

“Oh, sorry, normally I would ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, but I literally have no food,” you say, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips as you grip the arms of the chair in your hands nervously.

“It’s alright,” he smiles back at you. “I get it. If you want I can order a pizza?”

“That’s really nice of you,” you pull yourself up and back onto your feet, “but no thanks. I get that I just moved in and everything, and you seem like a nice guy, but I don’t want you getting the wrong impression.”

Shit. Can you tell what he is? There’s been a few witches and spiritual people he’s come across that could tell what he was almost immediately, so maybe you’re one of them. His heart nearly skips a beat in his chest in worry. Was he too forward with his intent?

“I-“ He feels like a fish out of water, for he doesn’t know what to say.

“Last time I just moved in to a new place, I had three different neighbours all hit on me within the first week, one of them even helped me move in like you did,” you say. “And now you’re giving me the wide-eyed look… fuck, you’re probably just a nice guy- look, I’m sorry, I’m probably just talking myself into a hole here. Why don’t we just start over?”

“Okay,” he trails off slightly, watching as you breathe a small sigh of relief. He thinks it’s cute how flustered you get.

“Anyways, I’m (Y/n), your new neighbour. Thank you for helping me bring some stuff in,” you smile at him once more, and he blinks once before smiling back at you.

“It’s no problem,” he replies. “If you ever need anything, I’m right next door, so don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thanks,” you say, leading him to the door before bidding him a good evening, before proceeding to close the door in his face.

He lets out a small sigh in disappointment. He was hoping to get to know you a bit better, but it looks like you have a higher guard than he originally thought you did. He could tell his staring made you a bit uncomfortable once he thought about it, hence your reaction. Looks like you’ll be a bit of a tougher prey to catch, which will make his reward all the more sweeter when he does get to indulge himself in you.

For the next week, you continue to plague his thoughts, filling much of his mind with fantasies about you and what it’ll be like once he’s finally able to have you to himself. Though, he finds it strange, considering he’s never thought this intensely about his next victim. So much so, that the next time he invades someone’s subconscious, he imagines that it’s you he’s with, and not Bethany from twelve-c.

Every time he sees you in the hallway, he makes an attempt to talk to you, wanting to bury himself into your subconscious just as you’ve infected his. He asks questions, mainly to get to know you better, but also to gouge a sense of what you like and don’t like. So far, you’re an anomaly of which he cannot figure out.

Looks like his regular approach isn’t going to work in his favour.

  It takes him another full week with him talking to you in passing until you genuinely invite him over for dinner one evening. You tell him not to think too much into it, but he can’t help it. Maybe you’re finally opening up to him.

He can’t wait for it to just be the two of you. Maybe this opportunity will give him a chance to figure out these weird feelings he’s been having about you recently. However, stepping into your apartment reveals two of your friends already sitting in your living room, sipping on drinks of their own.

They introduce themselves as Hyuna and Kaylee, your two closest friends. He can feel Kaylee not so subtly check him out, and usually it wouldn’t bother him since it’s what he’s used to, given his species, but since it’s in your home, your living room, in your presence, it makes him uncomfortable.

Currently, he’s in the middle of a conversation with Hyuna when Kaylee excuses herself to ‘help’ you in the kitchen. He does his best to focus on the conversation at hand, but he can’t help but overhear what Kaylee says to you in the kitchen.

“Your neighbour is kinda cute,” he nearly rolls his eyes at her words.

He hears you chuckle, “woah, slow down there tiger, you just met him.”

“Do you mean to tell me you have your sights set on him?” She quirks a brow, her words peaking his interest further, sitting with bated breath to hear your response.

“Oh no,” you laugh, flicking off the stovetop. “He’s all yours. Just don’t make it awkward like the last time.”

He has to keep his expression from falling as he continues his conversation with Hyuna. You’re not interested in him? At all? Has he done something to turn you away from him? Do you not find him attractive? Has he no effect on you, at all?

Out of the corner of his eyes, he notices Kaylee coming out of the kitchen with a smug grin on her face, and he nearly scowls. If she thinks she’s getting anywhere with him, she’s wrong. You are all that he wants, and the longer he goes without you, the more he craves you.

You end up sitting across from him at the dinner table, and he does his best to brush off all of Kaylee’s advances. He nearly jolts when he feels her brush her foot against his leg, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his lips from curling in disgust.

In the back of his mind, he wonders why he’s not taking this opportunity to use Kaylee to make you jealous. Normally, he’d have no trouble doing so, but something tells him that that wouldn’t work in his favour, and that you’re not the jealous type. He lets out a small breath, one that isn’t noticeable to you or your friends. Hopefully, he can just get through this night, and focus solely on you.

Despite Kaylee’s failed attempts at flirting serving as a distraction, Jongdae still can’t help but feel like the night is over all too soon. He wishes he could just spend some more time with you, alone, and without any distractions.

Figuring he shouldn’t overstay his welcome, he leaves before either of your friends, telling you that he has an appointment in the early hours of the morning tomorrow. 

Thanking you for the meal, he bids you a goodnight. However, what he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him into your embrace.

He stands there for a good few seconds before his mind registers he should hug you back. He takes this opportunity to breathe in your scent deeply, and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head from the euphoric feeling that travels down his spine.

All too soon, you pull away, sending him one final smile as his body almost robotically walks him out your front door and into his own apartment.

His head is still reeling from what has just occurred. His vision blurs at the edges as he finds himself falling face first onto his bed in a daze. The tips of his fingers feel as if they’re buzzing with electricity, his whole body on fire from when he held you in his embrace, but most of all, he can’t get your scent out of his mind. Another shiver runs down his spine as he recalls the way you felt in his arms, your scent filling his senses once more. 

He’s never felt anything like this before, nor experienced anything similar. He knows now, that he can’t let you go so easily. He won’t give up until you’re his, and only his. No one else is deserving of you, especially not after what he’s just experienced with you.

Flipping over onto his back, he stares at his ceiling. He needs to find a way into your life, as something more than just your neighbour. He’s decided that his end goal now isn’t just to have you, but to make you his, in every meaning of the way. 

Over the next few weeks, he does his best to get closer to you in any way he can. From what he can gage, it’s working, and he could not be happier. Kaylee has finally taken the hint that he’s not interested in her, and has since stopped flirting with him whenever she sees him. Yet another reason he can’t help but be filled with joy, for he takes this as a step in a positive direction towards having you to himself.

Despite his advances, he still hasn’t made any major progress with you, still not being able to tell if you like him or not. He even attempts to enter your subconscious almost every night, but you still are reluctant to let him in, so he backs off. 

Each night that passes makes him more desperate for you, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin beneath his touch once more. He wants nothing more than to hear you call out his name in ecstasy, into the darkest hours of the night, fulfilling your deepest fantasies that only he can fulfill. 

One thing that he finds himself doing more often than not is sitting against the wall that separates your apartment from his, just to feel your presence more clearly. Sometimes, if he’s lucky, and he concentrates enough, he can listen in on the conversations you have when one of your friends are over.

Tonight is no exception, hearing you talking with Hyuna through your walls after settling his back against his own in order to hear you better. He can feel his heart thumping against his chest as he hears your voice, your laugh, in response to something she’s told you. He hopes to be the cause of your laugh soon, to see you smile for him, and know that your smile will be only for him.

“So, how’s Hyojong?” You ask, causing Jongdae’s brow to quirk slightly in curiosity.

“He’s great! He took me to the night market the other day and it was so sweet,” Hyuna replies, and the way her eyes begin to twinkle makes your heart warm for her, a smile caressing your lips. “What about you? Any new potential romantic partners in your life?”

The wiggling of her eyebrows suggestively causes you to let out a small giggle, “girl, my love life has been as dry as the Sahara lately.”

“What about your neighbour? He seemed interested in you when he was over for dinner that one time,” she says, and you shrug one of your shoulders, and he can’t help but quirk a brow at her words.

“He’s cute,” Jongdae can’t help but smile at your confession, “but I’m not sure.”

He frowns.

“How come?” Hyuna asks, her brow furrowing slightly as she looks at you.

“I don’t know, it’s just this feeling I get,” comes your reply. “Besides, he’s probably not interested in me.”

“Have more confidence in yourself, anyone would be lucky as fuck to have you!” She says, hitting the side of your arm lightly.

“Tell that to my ex,” you roll your eyes playfully, only causing Jongdae’s brow to furrow even more in discontent.

“Well, just because he couldn’t handle your boldness, in more than one way, doesn’t mean he’s right,” she chimes in.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you grin. “Some men just don’t like a strong willed woman in the bedroom that knows what she wants. Also not my fault he didn’t know what a clitoris is.”

At that, you both laugh, making Jongdae smirk. So your last thing didn’t know how to please you in bed? Not a problem at all for him. He’ll do whatever he can to please you, in any way he can. From the sounds of it, you prefer the more submissive type in the bedroom, a fact which sets his whole body tingling. He hasn’t been with someone dominant in a while, and he can feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine at the thought of you being the one to break that dry-spell.

“Why don’t you give him a chance if he asks you out?” She quirks a brow in your direction once you’ve both calmed down.

“Maybe I should,” you hum, setting his heart racing in his chest, hope budding in his mind of a future with you. “That is, if he asks me out.”

“Just keep your mind open to the idea, and you’ll be surprised at what can happen,” she winks, standing up from your bed and stretching slightly. “Anyways, I should probably get going before it gets too late.”

“Alright,” you nod, standing up as well and walking with her to the front door of your apartment.

After bidding her a goodnight, you decide to get ready for bed, seeing as it is late, and a sudden wave of tiredness has hit you. Your mind keeps replaying your conversation with Hyuna, deciding that you will pursue whatever happens between you and Jongdae, should something arise. You do really like him, and besides, he’s really sweet.

Meanwhile, Jongdae lays on his couch, eyes closed with a large smile on his face. He has a chance with you, and that’s all he could ever wish for. Tonight, he’s going to attempt to enter your subconscious once more, and if he can’t, he vows to himself that he won’t try again until the two of you are actually in a relationship. A fact of which he knows he won’t ever stop until you are bound to him in mind, body, and soul. He’ll have you, even if it’s the last thing he’ll do.

Relaxing himself further into the couch, he does his best to calm himself down, and not get his hopes up too much just in case you block him out for another night. However, he can’t help but to feel giddy, given the new information he’s just learned tonight. Whatever fantasies you have, he’ll fulfill them all.

The next hour that passes as he waits for you to fall asleep feels like an eternity. He wants to make sure that you really are asleep before he attempts anything, but he cannot help but feel giddy, as if every second that passes is time spent that he could be sharing with you.

Finally, he decides it’s time to see if you’ll let him in.

Focussing his energy, he keeps his eyes closed, allowing for his being to gravitate towards your subconscious. Each moment that brings him closer to you sends a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins.

He finds it interesting, entering each person’s subconscious. Sometimes it’s a door, other times it’s a window. Basically, whatever the person’s consciousness deems necessary as an entranceway, that’s what it becomes.

Yours, however, is one of the most beautiful marble archways he’s ever seen, almost as if taunting him with your beauty, even subconsciously. Each time he’s attempted to pass under it, an invisible force has stopped him, meaning your subconscious is closed to him. This time, though, he approaches carefully, almost as if the archway is a wild dear which can be spooked quite easily, and he doesn’t want to risk it running away.

Taking slow, almost hesitant steps, he brings himself closer and closer to your subconscious. Carefully lifting his hand, he tests the waters, seeing if there’s still some sort of invisible barricade up preventing him from passing through. When he feels none, he presses on.

A smile tugs at his lips as he’s able to pass through the archway without struggle, knowing that this will be a night he won’t soon ever forget. He knows that now, things have changed, and he’ll make sure to make you his, no matter the cost.

All is silent for a few moments as he waits for your subconscious to overtake him. He allows for you to take full control, letting you create the scenario that will take place rather than him creating it like usual. His vision fades.

Needless to say he’s quite surprised to find himself bound to your bed once his eyes regain focus, feeling something soft around his wrists which are tied to the posts above his head. Shifting his gaze, a smirk pulls at his lips as he sees the red fabric binding his hands to your headboard.

Hearing the door creak, he looks over to see you walk into the room, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt as far as he can see. He nearly groans at the sight.

“Oh? What this?” You quirk a brow, smirk tugging at your lips. “What a pleasant surprise.”

He watches your form walk over to him, coming to trail a finger down his chest which he’s just noticed is bare. A shiver runs down his spine at your touch, only serving to make your smirk deepen.

“Is this all for me?” Your voice is teasing, making him groan.

“All for you,” he nearly whines, “only you.”

His words hold so much truth within them, but you won’t know. At least, not yet.

He sees you smile in response, your hand halting its movements in order to splay itself across his chest. His skin feels as if it’s on fire wherever you touch him, only serving to make him crave your touch even more, wanting to feel every part of you pressed against him.

“Please, let me touch you,” he begs, eyes conveying the desperation he feels at finally getting to have this moment, only for him to be tied down and unable to feel your skin beneath his own fingertips.

“Patience, baby,” you say, crawling on top of him on the bed. “All in due time.”

With those words, you begin to trail kisses across his chest, trailing your lips up his neck and nipping at the skin of his jawline, eliciting small moans from his throat. Biting down on a particular spot draws a low groan from his lips, him having to close his eyes briefly to avoid you seeing the darkness that swirls deep within his irises.

You take your time, trailing your hands over the expanse of his chest before shifting your body downwards, and allowing your hands to trail up his thighs. He watches you carefully, chest rising and falling with every breath he takes as he feels you hook your fingers in the briefs he’s wearing, pulling them down his legs before tossing them somewhere in the room. He feels his cock twitch as he watches you lick your lips, nails biting into the skin of his thighs.

His breath hitches in his throat as he feels your hand wrap around the base of his cock, throwing his head back as he feels you begin to move your hand along his shaft, watching his every expression carefully. A small fuck escapes his lips once he feels your mouth gently encase the tip of his cock, sucking lightly as your one hand continue to work over the rest.

Ever so slowly, you take him into your mouth, and he can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. Never, in all his fantasies, could he have ever imagined how good this would feel, and knowing that it’s you just makes it even more intense.

You take your time with him, bobbing your head a few times before pulling off of him and running your tongue up his shaft. He can’t help the moans that slip past his lips at the feeling of your mouth caressing him so gently, for it’s better than anything he could have ever imagined.

His breathing deepens as you continue to build him up like this, pulling away each time before he can reach his climax, of which frustrates him to no end. However, he’s also somewhat grateful for this, for he wants to be able to feel you coming around him as he comes with you for the first time.

By the time you pull away for the third time, he’s a panting mess. His hair sticks to his forehead as his chest heaves with every breath he takes. Though, he wouldn’t have it any other way, for it’s you that’s doing this to him, and not anyone else. He just can’t wait for the day when he can repay the favour.

“Please,” he manages to get out, causing you to look up at him in interest.

“What is it, baby boy?” You quirk a brow, sitting up on your knees as you look over his state of being, smirk pulling at your lips.

“Please let me touch you,” he whines, tugging once more at his restraints in an attempt to reach out to you, though without much luck. “Let me taste you."

“You’re so cute when you beg,” you giggle, and he swears its one of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard. “Alright then, baby, since you’ve been so good.”

Crawling up his body, you position yourself just above his head. It’s at this point that he realizes that you’re not wearing anything beneath that shirt of yours, and he nearly growls out his approval. He can see the way your folds glisten with your juices, only serving to make his mouth water in anticipation for what is soon to come.

As soon as you lower yourself to him, his mouth is on you, licking and sucking at your entrance to gather every single drop you have to offer him. He makes sure to focus his attention on your clit, using his tongue to flick at it as you arch your back above him, fingers tangling in his hair as you begin to grind down onto his face.

He swears he’s never seen a sight more beautiful than you above him like this, using him for your own pleasure. He can’t help but let his eyes bleed black as he watches you move above him, your chest rising and falling as whimpers of his name slip past your lips; a symphony to his ears.

He can feel you getting closer and closer to the edge, so he makes sure to give you everything he’s got, wanting to see you fall apart for him. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he then soon begins to thrust his tongue rhythmically into you, allowing you to control the pace as you continue to grind yourself down on his tongue.

Just before he can feel you reach your peak and drink in the beautiful nectar that is your orgasm, you’re pulling away from him. 

He lets out a whine in disapproval, pout on his lips as he watches your panting figure hovering above him. 

He licks his lips, collecting the lingering taste of your essence onto his tongue. You’re one of the sweetest things he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting, and since it’s you, he can never get enough.

“Fuck, you really know how to use that tongue of yours, don’t you?” You says, breathlessly.

He can only grin widely at you in response, heart soaring at your praise as he watches you adjust yourself so you’re now straddling his waist before aligning your entrance with the tip of his cock.

A low moan escapes his throat as he feels you ever so slowly sink yourself down onto him, enveloping his cock within your warm walls. His head tilts back and he finds himself having to close his eyes once again in order to not alert you to their change in colour.

His arms strain against the fabric of the silk, wanting nothing more that to break free and grip your hips as you begin to move above him, circling your hips as you squeeze him, as if he’s made for you. He’s starting to think that he is, or at least, that you were made for each other. Everything about you is perfect to him, and he couldn’t ask for anyone better.

You start to pick up your pace, moving above him and snapping your hips into his. He loves the feeling of your chest pressed against his as you begin to bite and nip at the sides of his neck once more. All he wants to do is kiss you, break free from his restraints, wrap his arms around you, flip you over, and give you everything you deserve, and so much more. For now, he’s content letting you live out your own fantasy. There’s always next time.

He can tell you’re getting closer to the edge with every movement of your hips, for the breathy moans of his name you let out right beside his ear are one of the greatest things he’s ever heard. He can feel your tight walls beginning to rhythmically clench around him, and he knows he’s not too far behind.

After a few more thrusts, he feels you coming around him, your essence flowing into him as you let out a high pitched moan. It’s the final push he needs to throw himself over the edge, thighs clenching as he releases deep inside you, a low groan of your name slipping past his own lips.

The two of you stay like this for a few minutes, him just basking in the aftereffects of your orgasm. This whole experience has exceeded any possible expectations he could have had, his heart hammering away in his chest as he now feels connected to you in a way he’s never felt before.

Unfortunately, all too soon, he’s ripped away from you and thrown back into his own consciousness laying back down on his couch in his living room. 

Opening his eyes, he allows a blissful smile to overtake his features, feeling the early morning sun shining on his skin. He’s never felt this full after a feeding before, in more than one way.

He knows one thing for sure now, though. You complete him.

Getting up from the couch, he decides to get ready for the day. After a quick shower, he throws on a fresh pair of clothes and decides to go for a morning walk since he’s in such a good mood.

On the way out of the door, he happens to catch you in the hallway. The smile never leaves his face as he watches you take notice of him, but quickly avert your gaze, shyly, in the next moment. He can tell you’re feeling slightly embarrassed seeing him now after the dream you has last night with him. He can’t help but find it cute.

“Good morning,” he says, seeing you finally lift your gaze to meet his own.

“Morning,” you smile back, and he swears he can feel those butterflies in his stomach that people always talk about.

“How are you today?” He decides striking up a casual conversation with you on the way to the elevators can’t be a bad thing.

“I’m alright,” you reply. “You?”

“Never better,” his smile widens as he watches you shyly avoid his gaze once more.

The two of you step onto the elevator in silence, and he notices you looking over at him out of the corner of your eyes. His heart can’t help but swell at the thought, pride filling his chest, knowing that you like what you see.

All too soon, the elevator dings on the ground floor, and you’re stepping out into the lobby. He freezes for a moment, somewhat caught in a daze as he catches your scent in the air once more.

Snapping back to his senses, he manages to catch up to you just before you can exit the building.

“Wait!” He calls out, watching as you turn around to face him.

“Yes?” Your brow quirks.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to have dinner with me sometime?” He asks, hope shining in his eyes as he stares at you.

“I would love to,” comes your reply, and he feels as if all is finally right in the world.

He sees you smile before turning and exiting the building like you had originally intended. He watches your figure move down the street until you disappear around a corner, eyes flashing black briefly in content.