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You sit on the couch of your apartment watching TV. Your body exhausted from the long day you had at work. Your boyfriend, Yuhno, is in the shower.

Your favorite korean show is on and you chuckle every now and again at the hosts. Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door creek open, and the bathroom light turns off.

“Babe..” Yuhno calls from your shared bedroom. “Where’s my T-Shirt?”

You raise one eyebrow at the question and turn around, then you quickly let out a scream and hide under the blankets. Even after living with him for a month you still feel shocked seeing him without a shirt.

“YUHNO, YOU DONT HAVE A SHIRT ON!”

You hear the questioning tone in Yuhno’s voice as he says, “I have pants on.”

You don’t say anything, just stay hidden under the blanket, your face on fire.

“You're hiding under the blanket because you're blushing, right?” Yuhno teases as he slides down next to you on the couch and wraps his arms around you.

You peak your eyes out from the blanket. Yuhno’s blue hair is wet. Drops slide down his neck and bare chest. Your eyes follow one drop as it slides down between his chest muscles.

Yuhno smirks and quickly gives you a kiss on the lips, while he’s still inches away from you he whispers, “You hid my shirt, didn’t you?”

You blush harder and try to push him away from you, “I did not! It is not my fault you always lose your clothes.”

Chan

“Just leave me alone.” I groan angrily as I go to my boyfriends and I’s bedroom and fall onto the bed. Tears threatening to fall down my cheeks.

“Not until we sort this out.” He whines, referring to my bad day and lack of communication with him unless it was to snap at him. He flops onto the bed beside me and starts rubbing slow circles on my back.

“I don’t want to talk.” I tell him as I bury my head further in the bed sheets.

Chan stops rubbing my back and moves his hands to wrap around my waist, holding me close to him while his head rests between my shoulder blades.

“Then don’t. But let me hold you until you feel better, love.” He whispers.

Somehow, that simple phrase breaks my icy exterior, causing me to break down into sobs. Chan holds me while I cry, never saying anything, just offering comfort through his presence.

Seyoon

“Did I upset you?” Seyoon asks on our drive home from a dinner party.

I don’t answer, I keep my eyes on my phone in my lap. I knew if I said something it would only make things worse because I was upset.

“Why are you not talking to me?” He asks as he tries to take my hand but gets it pulled away.

Seyoon gives out an irritated sigh and keeps driving. Silence stretching between us the whole way home. When Seyoon parks in our driveway, I get out and go into our house without saying a word.

Seyoon closes the door behind me as he tries again, “Was it because of what I said earlier?” Referring to a snarky remark he made at me in front of everyone. Embarrassing me.

To be fair, I knew he was tired. And I knew he didn’t want to go to the dinner party and I forced him to go. It was partly my fault that he was in a sour mood, but I was too stubborn to admit that.

I take my shoes off at the front door and start walking to our bedroom to change when Seyoon’s arms wrap around me, holding me in a tight hug.

“I’m really sorry.” He whispers, his voice cracking. Making me falter.

I let out a sigh and take his hands in mine that were around my waist as I lean into his chest.

“I’m sorry too.” I whisper. Making him kiss my temple and hold me tighter.

Byeongkwan

I lay on the couch snuffling quietly, trying not to draw attention to myself. I had an old scrapbook out in front of me, seeing photos of my parents who lived half way across the world from me made me get more emotional than I thought.

I hear Byeongkwan come into the living room, making me quickly wipe the tears from my eyes. Hoping he wouldn’t notice. It doesn’t work.

“Are you crying?” He asks me, coming closer to where I sat.

“No.” I say quickly, my voice far too shaky to be believable. I meet his eyes and see worry in them, making me somehow lose it again.

Byeongkwan quickly moves the scrapbook from beside me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. I cry into his shoulder as he plays with my hair.

“Do you miss home?” He asks me softly.

I nod my head, too upset to even voice my answer. Byeongkwan holds me closer to him.

“You’re okay, baby.” Byeongkwan whispers into my ear as the sobs subside and I slowly start opening up to him.

Jun

I wince as I try to move around, hoping it would help the pain. I had had a migraine all day. The worst I had ever experienced. The pain never lessening enough for me to get relief. By now my head felt like it was about to explode.

Jun comes into our bedroom to see me standing by the dresser shaking with tears in my eyes.

“Why are you up?” He asks gently as he rushes over to me and takes my arm.

“I can’t get comfortable.” I tell him, my voice shaky and my vision blurring.

Jun wraps his arms around me as he scoops me up and places me back on the bed, covering me with a blanket.

“You need to rest.” He whispers to me, wiping away strands of hair that had fallen into my eyes.

I let out a sob and press my hands to my temples, “It hurts to bad, Juhnee.” My voice barely above a whisper.

Jun’s eyes fill with tears as he crawls into bed beside me and let’s me bury my head in his chest as he holds me tightly.

“I promise you’ll feel better soon.” He whispers as he continues to hold me tightly. Somehow, I manage to fall asleep with my head still buried in his chest.

Donghun

We were at a party, it was way bigger than I expected it to be. My nerves already shot from the long day I had had at work. I hadn’t said anything though when Donghun mentioned wanting to come to this party. I just agreed and got dressed. Even though I could feel myself coming apart at the seams.

The music booms loudly, too loudly, people talk and yell over the music. Overwhelming me, making the drink that was in my hands shake with my ever shaking hands. My skin feels hot and the walls feel like they’re going to collapse on me, making me run my fingers through my hair nervously and roam through the room trying to find a ‘safe place’

Donghun finds me in the crowd and walks over, his smile wide. “Are you having fun?” He asks.

I look up at him and his smile quickly turns to a frown as he sees the panicked tears in my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, quickly taking my drink from my hands to hold them in his.

“I need to leave.” I tell him, my voice shaking.

Donghun watches me for a moment before taking my hand and leading me through the crowds of people, down the houses hallway until he finds an unused room and pulls me inside.

The room is a closet to be exact. A small closet. It’s hanged up clothing hitting me in the face as soon as we step inside, making the space even smaller.

“No...no...no no no.” I whimper, “It’s too small in here, I don’t want to be in here. I want to go home, Donghun.” I cry, my voice getting higher and my chest tighter.

Donghun quickly wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest. I fight him slightly because of the confined area.

“Hey.” He whispers in my ear, catching my attention.

“You’re okay, Princess.” He soothes, running a hand through my hair. “Just take it easy.”

I eventually calm down, mimicking the deep breaths Donghun was taking as my head rested on his chest, his grip around me keeping me close to him.

It's a Saturday night and all of A.C.E sits around a table packed with food to celebrate their recent album release. All of them having worked hard to ensure the production of the songs and the dances were perfect.

I sit beside my boyfriend, Junhee, as all the members talk at once teasing each other and talking about funny moments they had behind the scenes of production. I laugh at them all until my stomach hurts and my cheeks are red. Barely touching the food on my plate because I was afraid I would choke on it from laughing so hard.

After one particular hard fit on laughter I catch Jun looking at me out of the corner of my eye. Prompting me to turn and meet his eyes. His dark eyes swirl with emotion and a soft smile tugs at his lips.

"What are you thinking?" I ask him through giggles. The boys continuing their playful banter.

Jun glances around the table to see if anyone was paying attention before swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and leaning closer to me to whisper in my ear.

“I like your laugh."

I feel my eyes widen, a blush creeping from my neck up to my cheeks. Painting them a vibrant shade of red.

"You do?" I ask nervously. No one had ever commented on my laugh before.

Jun smiles at me, his nose brushing mine teasingly. He leaves a quick kiss on my lips before pulling away and whispering, "I really do."

"She can't stand being around me." Byeongkwan says from the kitchen doorway, a smirk lining his lips. "And she's not exactly pleasant to be around either."

I spin around to glare at Byeongkwan, who narrows his eyes at me in return and sticks his tongue out.

"You two," Jun sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Me and Chan will be back in ten, twenty minutes, tops. We just have to go get the pizza's for dinner and then we'll be back. Surely you two can stand to be in the same room alone for that long."

"Why can't you take me with you? Or him?" I whine, taking his arm to try and stop him from leaving.

"There isn't room, sweetheart." Jun explains. Which I knew to be false. There was plenty of room in that car.

Jun had been trying to get me and Byeongkwan to get along ever since we met. We just never hit it off and always got on each others nerves. A 'friendly' relationship had never been established.

"We'll be back soon." Jun says as he quickly opens the door and leaves.

"You're stuck with me now, baby." Byeongkwan says with a devilish smirk. Making me feel angry.

I turn to face him, keeping my face nonchalant. "How about you stay on the opposite side of the room from me and I won't have to murder you."

Byeongkwan rolls his eyes at my snarky comment and mumbles something under his breath before retreating into the kitchen. To do what, I didn't care.

I go over to the large sofa and plop down on it, turning the TV on to keep my mind on something else and distract me. I had just started to feel like being stuck with Byeongkwan wouldn't be so bad after all when a large object suddenly blocks my view of the screen.

"What are you doing?" I ask with a frustrated sigh.

"I want to pick something to watch." Byeongkwan argues, taking a step toward me to take the remote from my hand.

"I don't think so." I scoff. Holding the remote away from his outstretched hand. "If I have to be stuck here with you, I want to pick what we watch until Jun comes back."

Byeongkwan's eyes narrow, the hand outstretched going into a tight fist. "Give me the remote."

"Or what?" I snap. "I don't know if you remember, but I don't care about what you want. And the last I checked, you didn't care either. So how about you save yourself some energy and sit down and shut up."

Byeongkwan lets his tongue slide along the inside of his cheek. A trait he had when he was truly, honestly peeved about something I had said.

"I don't have time for your games, babe." He says in a low, cool voice. "Give me the remote or I'm breaking your arm."

"I am not giving you this remote, Byeongkwan." I growl. Feeling heat rise from my stomach up to my chest. "So just forget it."

Byeongkwan snaps and grabs my feet and quickly pulls me off the couch hard. Making me land on my butt with a thud. I let out a yelp before kicking Byeongkwan on the shin, making him grunt in pain.

I almost am on my feet when he grabs my ankle and pulls my feet out from under me. Wind leaving my lungs in a gush when I land on my back. But the remote control stays gripped tightly in my hand.

My brain barely has time to tell my other limbs to move before Byeongkwan straddles my hips and tries to pull the remote from my fingers.

"Get off of me!" I yell, trying to squirm my way out from underneath him.

"Then give me the remote." Byeongkwan growls, pinning both my wrists against the carpet.

I squirm and pull against his hands and weight on me but it does no good. His weight on me only gets heavier and my arms only grow tired from fighting him so hard.

Byeongkwan manages to get the remote out of my clutches and tosses the remote aside. It lands on the kitchen floor with a clatter.

"What did you do that for?" I ask, my face red from fighting him.

Byeongkwan stares down at me, his gaze less piercing than it had been moments ago. Making me pause my struggle against him.

He lets out a heavy sigh and looks away from my eyes. His eyes trailing down the length of my body beneath him.

"Would falling in love with me be so terrible?" Byeongkwan asks quietly.

If words could have stabbed like a knife, his would have. They shocked me completely. I froze and simply stared up at him, not sure how to process these new feelings.

"I...I don't understand." I stutter.

"Maybe I need to help you understand." Byeongkwan whispers as he leans down closer to my face, his breath fanning across my cheeks.

"I thought we hated each other." I point out. My voice weak with his face being so close to mine. My head spinning and my heart ramming against my chest and constricting my breath.

"I don't know if I ever really hated you." Byeongkwan whispers, his nose running down mine.

"Then why all the arguing?"

"Why all these questions, baby?"

My breath hitches from the use of the name, making him smirk as he continues to trace my face with his nose. He had used it before just to annoy me and make me mad. But now it felt different and more enduring. Soothing even.

Not being able to answer his question, I push myself up and press my lips against his. Making him immediately respond and push against my lips to make my head rest back against the carpet.

He lets go of my arms that were held above my head, letting me wrap them around his neck to pull him closer to me to deepen the kiss. His own hands moving to let one go to the back of my head and the other on my hip.

Byeongkwan lets out a groan against my mouth as my tongue slides along his, his hands tightening around me.

His lips pull away from mine slowly as he begins kissing down my jaw to my neck. His teeth sinking into my skin making me push against him and lean my head back to give him access.

My vison starts to blur as our breathing gets heavier and the touches go beneath our shirts before the sound of keys jiggling the lock to the front door break us apart.

When Jun enters, me and Byeongkwan sit on opposite ends of the couch watching TV. Though, I doubt Jun missed what had gone on with the TV remote being on the kitchen floor and the dark spot that had started to form beneath my jaw and Byeongkwan's swollen lips.

I try to keep my breathing from shaking as Byeongkwan's final words echo in my ear, making my whole body heat up with excitement.

Tears soak your pillow as you think back on the day you had just had. You had woken up and everything seemed fine at first. But as the day progressed it only got worse, leaving you emotionally drained and exhausted.

You roll over onto your back and hold a pillow tight to your chest, letting warm tears run down your cheeks and onto the pillowcase.

Suddenly, a soft knock is heard from behind your bedroom door;

“Y/n? You okay?” A soft voice asks.

You don’t answer. You rub the tears away from your eyes with the back of your hand and shrug shrug. At a loss for words. Yuhno opens the door all the way and comes into your room.

His eyes fill with tears as he sees you this way. You had only recently started dating Yuhno, but you were both already close friends before ever dating.

You look up at him briefly before letting another sob wrack your body, Yuhno quickly comes to your side and wraps you in his strong arms. His warmth and smell comfort you more than you can put into words.

“Shhh...” he whispers softly, “It’s ok... I’m here.” He whispers, over and over. He continues rubbing your back and whispering to you until eventually you fall asleep in his arms.

............

The next morning, soft light shines through the curtains. You feel better this morning but your eyes are definitely swollen.

You start to sit up to leave but an arm wraps around your waist. Yuhno pulls you back down and whispers sleepily into your shoulder,

“You don’t have to leave so soon...don’t go.” He pleads, his voice soft.

You look down at him and smile. Truly great full to him for spending the time he did last night with you. You decide to lay back down beside him, your arms wrapping around his neck. A soft smile crosses his lips before he leans in and kisses your nose, happy you surrendered so quickly.

“Thank you, Yuhno.” You whisper into his chest.

He rubs your back and smiles before whispering, “You’re welcome. Anything for you. Just don’t go yet.”

There is a lie that every parent tells their child, we hear it when we get scared at night. We are reminded of it over and over again. 'Monsters don't exist' Monsters aren't under your bed, they aren't in the closet, they aren't trying to get in your window. The doors are locked, the window is sealed shut, everything is fine.

The only thing I was worried about when I was little was who my match was; Every child is born with a soul mark, it's the tell of where your soulmate will touch you for the very first time. But when you are touched by your soulmate, the birthmark will turn a bright shade of pink and purple before withering away. Your soulmate having been found.

My birthmark encases my right wrist, a common place for people to have their soul mark. I often forgot about my mark until I looked down and saw my one marked wrist. But every now and again a flutter would slice through my stomach at the thought that one day, that mark would be gone. And I would have found my other half.

When I was 15, my childish dreams changed forever. A science plant exploded suddenly. An experiment gone wrong. There was an orange smoke that rose from the ashes of the building, its angry smoke rushing toward our city. I still remember seeing it outside my bedroom window a second before my mother rushed in with my father and hurried us down to our basement. My father boarding up the windows and doors to block the smoke out. Screaming could be heard outside, ones of fear and agony for those who didn't get inside in time.

In the wake of that science experiment, we were left with mutants. People caught in the smoke developed supernatural powers. Some of these people developed a spiked aggression, using their powers for the worst. That is how my father died. He and a group of scientists were working on a cure for the genetic mutations. But some didn't like that. A group of mutants set up a bomb in the basement of the plant, angry that someone wanted to take their power away. Take away their sense of control.

I still remember being home with my mother when we saw the black cloud with angry flames fill the sky. The earth shaking slightly in its wake. Dread and grief filling us, knowing exactly where the explosion came from. On that day, my life, my goals, and how I viewed people with these special powers, changed.

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Alarms ring through the large building, the sound jarring and disorienting. I stand my ground at my station and continue working quickly. I enter a series of commands into my laptop. My fingers shaking violently.

Red lights flash and the sound of people running down the halls fills the small room. I take my lab coat off, the room sweltering. The screen on my laptop shows a loading bar, making me tap my foot impatiently. I was so close to finishing this, it would change how we see mutants. It reversed their DNA to go back to normal, their powers vanishing. The work my father started would finally be complete and I would have a sense of closure.

The lights and alarm cut out, leaving me in blackness except for the screen of my laptop. I suck in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. I was putting my life at risk for the sake of this experiment, but I had come too far to stop now. Eventually, blue lights come on, slightly illuminating the room. When they do, the loading bar on the screen is almost done, my muscles tense. Then the laptop suddenly gets slammed shut, making me jump back.

"Did I interrupt something?" A deep voice asks coldly, his palm firmly on the laptop to keep it shut.

"That's government property." I say firmly, but my voice cracks.

The man smirks at me, seeming amused by my weak attempt at a threat. Like me saying it was something the government owned would make him remove his hand from it and leave in fear.

"Yes, well, you and your government should really stop trying to cure something that doesn't need a cure." He glowers.

"And maybe we wouldn't have to look for a cure if you people weren't destroying families and killing the innocent." I shoot back, anger rising in my chest and filling my veins. My thoughts going to my father.

The man hesitates, his eyes showing a sort of concern and sympathy for my words. I take my chance and make a dive for the laptop, trying to jerk it out from under his strong hand. The man grabs my right wrist, stopping me.

"Do not try it." He snarls, his grip on my wrist horribly tight.

He slowly removes his hand from my wrist, my eyes widening and a gasp escaping my lips when I see my wrist. My soulmate mark shined a bright purple, matching the mark on his hand, then both marks slowly began to fade. Our soulmate marks disappearing. We had found our soulmates.

I stare at the man in front of me, both our eyes wide in disbelief. We were on opposite sides of a war, yet we were meant to be together. Suddenly, everything goes black. At first, I think the lights in the room have gone out. But it's my vision that disappears. I fall to the floor, my legs unable to support me. Panic grips me. I've gone blind.

"Don't worry." The man says soothingly. "I only took your sight away temporarily. Your vision will return in 10 minutes, that's just long enough time for me and my team to escape."

I take several deep breaths, trying to soothe my heart that pounded in my ribs. I spread my fingers out along the cold tile floor, trying to feel for something, anything. That's why I jump when I feel warm hands incase both my hands, making me cower away from the touch. But the grip holds firm.

"I hope we meet again." The man says. His tone sounding like he really meant that. "Maybe then it will be under better circumstances, soulmate."

He squeezes my hands before letting me go, his footsteps fading into the distance. Leaving me to recover my sight slowly, with a swirling heart and mind. I thought he had left, then I hear his voice again.

"By the way, just because I think we should know this for the future, my name is Ravn."

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3 Years Later;

"No, we have to finish this." I demand as I follow my co-worker around the lab. The earth shaking beneath us, making everyone scurry around the room. Anxiety levels high.

"Well then you finish it then." My co-worker snaps irritably. "We don't want to die here. Unlike you and your obsession with finding this dream cure."

"It's more than that." I plead. Pushing my way through people pushing passed me in panic. The earth giving off another tremble while bright flashes of red light flash outside. Heavy rain pounding against the building like fists.

"You say that and he always comes for you." My co-worker says, whirling around to face me. His eyes raging.

I pause, my brain looking for an excuse. Any excuse. Ravn had come for me and the sought after cure for three years. No matter what I did, no matter how much I tried to hide, he always found me. His devilish smirk always reappearing.

"We're so close though." I say quietly. More of a reminder to myself than to anyone else in the room. Not that they ever listened to me. The population had given up on trying to find a cure a long time ago.

My co-worker sighs, rubbing his temples. "I know this experiment is the only thing of your father you have of him." He says, his tone softened. "But they won't stop chasing you and trying to tear you down. And they are outside as we speak."

I look over my shoulder to the large glass window behind me. Flashes of light and tremors in the earth reminding us that these weren't from natural sources. But from people. People who could control the weather and even create earthquakes to topple a building in seconds. And their leader, my soulmate, just waiting for them to break through our defenses.

"We're evacuating." My co-worker says, pulling my attention back towards him. "Come with us if you want. Otherwise, you can stay and talk to your boyfriend."

I feel a surge of heat course through me, flushing my cheeks a scarlet color. I couldn't find my voice in time to deny that he wasn't my boyfriend before my co-worker hurries off with the rest of my, supposed to be, teammates. At this point in my journey, I was used to working alone and everyone thinking I was crazy for trying to fix something that everyone else had just adjusted to and given up trying to control.

I set my jaw in determination and whirl back to my station, opening my laptop and entering the code. I watched the clock carefully as I worked. The world around me seemed to fall away as I worked, being used to Ravn coming for me to stop me from developing a cure. Our relationship having grown in a strange way. We were soulmates, but we were also enemies.

The lights in the building flicker off, just like they had three years prior when I first met Ravn. My heartbeat picks up but I keep working, knowing I still had a few valuable minutes before he showed up. My laptop gives out a series of beeps, making me step back in surprise. I stare at the screen in shock.

"I did it." I whisper under my breath, a smile spreading across my face. I found the cure to return the mutants back to their normal DNA.

"We really have to stop meeting like this." A familiar deep voice says behind me.

I whirl around and press my back against the counter's edge, trying to hide my laptop screen from his sharp eyes. Ravn stood a few feet away from me, his dark hair dripping wet from the rain. His black trench coat leaving pools of water around his boots.

"You say that, but you seem to enjoy chasing me." I reply, trying to keep my tone even. I slowly reach my hands behind my back to find the USB with the cure downloaded on it, pressing it firmly against my palm for safety.

Ravn's eyes flicker to my hands that were behind my back, his eyes taking on a cautious look. "You just can't give up on that cure, can you?"

"Someone has to keep trying."

Ravn chuckles, stepping closer to me. Making my muscles tense. "Give me the USB, sweetheart." He says dryly, extending his palm towards me.

I stare at him, how could he know?

"I'm not stupid." Ravn says, as if reading my thoughts. "I know you found the cure. Please, give it to me."

"Why is it so bad that you could all go back to your normal lives?" I ask, my voice pleading as I slide my way down the counter as Ravn comes closer.

"Because some of us have nothing to return to." Ravn answers calmly. "You would be taking away the one thing people feel they can control since they inherited their powers."

"You don't use your powers for anything good though." I argue.

"That's not true and you know it." Ravn replies. "We aren't all like that. Even if you gave the cure to some of us there would be others who would refuse to take it and would continue to wreak havoc. You take away the good people with powers you're left with the bad and you won't be able to defeat them."

I pause, that thought never having occurred to me since I took over my fathers work. The population of people with special powers had grown. 40% of the worlds population had citizens with some kind of power these past three years.

"The cure." Ravn says again, extending his hand out to me once again.

I stare at his hand, the hand that once held his soulmate mark, just like my wrist once did. Despite all he said, I still held onto the USB tighter and turned and ran from him. I knew how stupid of a move it was, it was pointless when Ravn could strip away human senses. But I still ran, and I almost got to the door when my vision disappeared, immersing me in blackness. Making me fall to my knees, the USB still clutched in my hand.

I feel Ravn's hands encase my waist, picking me up off the tile floor and taking me to the closest counter to let me lean against it. My vision a milky white.

"You know running from me does no good." His voice sounding as if he were a bit hurt by my actions.

"This cure is all I have." I choke out, still clutching the USB in my palm. My hands trembling.

Ravn seems to freeze, his breath fanning across my cheeks that were starting to streak with tears. "This cure is all I've known since my fathers death." I gush, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. My mother having completely shut down since my fathers death. Her attitude cold and isolated from me.

"It's all I have."

Ravn touches my eyes, wiping the tears away but also giving me my vision back. I'm alarmed by how close he stands to me, our eyes locked. His brown eyes hold a sadness to them I had never seen before. A sort of sympathy that had faded from people's eyes long ago when it came to me.

"It's not all you have." He whispers. "It never has been."

I stare up at him, words freezing in my throat. Before I can form a response, his lips press against mine. His hands cupping my face. I suck in a breath in shock, but soon my eyes close and my arms snake around his neck, pulling him closer to me. A sense of completeness washing over me.

Ravn slides his hands down to my ribs, picking my up and setting me on the counter. His body between my legs, his hands going to my thighs as he grips them firmly. I feel my fingers uncurl their grip on the USB, it clatters to the floor. My fingers weaving through Ravn's hair instead. His lips tugging at mine in a sort of desperation, both of us craving each other after being deprived for years.

I stretch out in bed slowly. My limbs tingling as I did so. Sunlight streams in the bedroom in a gentle stream, highlighting the small dust particles floating around the room. I feel a rush of contentment and happiness rush through me. Knowing exactly where I was and knowing it was like home.

"Good morning." A deep voice whispers beside me.

I smile when my eyes lock with a pair of dark eyes, a sweet smile on his face. His hair messy and his chest bare.

"Hi." I say back. Turning onto my side to face him. His arm snakes around my waist, my hand resting on his bicep.

"Can we stay in bed all day today?" Shownu pleads. Hiding his face in my neck, his breath tickling my collarbones.

I sigh gentle and hold him closer to me while also running my fingers through his brown hair.

"I wish we could. But I have work.

Shownu lets out a groan, holding my waist even tighter. I giggle as I kiss his cheek and pull away from him slowly, his hands staying on me as long as they can. He watches me as I slide out of bed and make my way to his dresser that had a assigned drawer just for me in it filled with varies clothes.

I finish getting dressed for work and fixing my messy hair when Shownu slides out of bed and comes to stand behind me. I smile at him as his arms loop around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Call me when you get home?" He asks, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

I smile at him as I turn my head slightly to place a kiss on his lips.

"Or I can just come back here after work."

Shownu smiles and lets out a soft chuckle. His chest vibrating softly against my back.

"Is your seatbelt on?" Junhee asks me for the millionth time as we continue our drive.

"Yes, it's on, sweetie." I chuckle as I hold the belt away from my chest to prove it. "You've asked me that a lot."

"I just want to make sure." He says as he settles back in his seat and takes in a deep breath.

I look over at him and take one hand off the steering wheel to take his hand in mine, his eyes growing wider. "Is that really why you keep asking me?"

Jun's cheeks flush pink as he continues to stare out the window while I drove. His hands were clammy in mine and held a slight shake to them. Confirming my assumptions. Jun and I had decided to make a trip back to my home town to visit my parents after being away from them for more than three years. I had only been dating Jun a year and they had only seen him through face time. So they were eager to meet him. But Jun was still nervous.

"Jun," I say gently, making him look at me. "They are going to love you."

Jun gives me a small smile and brings my hand to his lips before placing a delicate kiss on it. The feeling making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"I hope so sweetheart." He says, trying his hardest to not show his nerves.

We continue driving for another hour, I keep talking to distract Jun from his nerves. Occasionally getting him to laugh or smile. We eventually come to my small home town and I take it slow as we pass through the town. I show him the high school I attended and tell him stories about old classmates. I pass my favorite small ice cream and tell him about the times my father would take me there after I had gotten a good grade to celebrate. I point out the library too, where I spent hours reading my favorite books but also studying for my exams.

We wind down a road for a few miles before my house appears on the horizon. I can feel Jun tense beside me. His breath shaky and his leg bouncing nervously. I pull into the driveway slowly and smile as a feeling of happiness to be home again washes over me. It had been too long, and I had forgotten how much I loved home.

A few minutes later my parents walk out the door smiling widely to greet us. My mother waving at us in excitement. I wave back and unbuckle my seatbelt before turning to Jun. I smile at him as I run a few fingers down his cheek, making him relax into my touch.

"They're going to love you." I tell him again before we both step out of the car to greet my parents.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of helping my mom prepare dinner for us, my dad talking to Jun about what life in the city was like and where Jun grew up and what he did for work. My mom smiled sweetly at Jun often as she handed him a glass of water and patted his shoulder. I smile at Jun often from across the table as he slowly relaxes into the environment and starts to relax.

Jun's cheeks flush red when my mom pulls out the scrapbooks and starts thumbing through them and showing him pictures of me when I was a baby. He patiently listens to all the stories she rambles off and gives me a wink with certain embarrassing stories. Confirming my suspicion that I would never live it down.

Midnight rolls around, the first day of me being home having passed so quickly. I stand at the sink washing the few remaining dishes while Jun dries them and sets them on the counter for me to put away since I know where they go. My parent's having gone to bed already.

"There's one thing I haven't seen since we got here." Jun says as he dries a plate.

"What's that?" I hum in response.

"Your bedroom." He says quietly.

I feel my heart flutter and my stomach turn. I meet Jun's eyes slowly, the tips of his ears red but his dark eyes hazy. I finish washing the dishes and putting them away before taking Jun's hand in mine as leading him up the stairs, down a narrow hallway and entering the room at the end of the hall.

I smile at the familiar smell of my bedroom. The white curtains still hung on my two big windows. The soft yellow bed cover with small flowers still was tucked neatly into my bed. The old fashioned radio I used to blast as a kid still sat on my desk.

I go and sit down on my twin bed and let the flood of memories come back that had been made in my room. The good and the bad. Jun steps inside and looks around slowly, his eyes landing on a trophy on my desk.

"I didn't know you had a trophy." He says, going to hold it in his hands.

"I used to run track in high school." I explain, relishing the memory. "Me and my team won against an opposing team once. It was a lot of fun."

"Is that why you jog so much?" Jun teases, placing the trophy down gently.

"It helps clear my head." I answer, smiling up at him.

Jun stands in the center of my room and continues looking around. There wasn't much left in my room since I had taken most of it with me when I moved. But there were still a few things that made it feel like a bedroom a girl would have.

"So this is where you grew up." Jun says, gesturing at the things surrounding him.

"It is. And you're the first boy that's ever been in my room."

Jun's mouth falls open, but no words escape. His speechlessness making me giggle. A nervous chuckle leaving his chest. I hold my hands out to him, which he takes and kisses the palms of both my hands.

"I'm glad you're here." I whisper, rubbing gentle circles into his hands.

Jun cups my face gently, kissing my nose before whispering, "I'm glad you shared this part of your life with me."

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me to kiss his mouth. His mouth presses against mine gently, not moving for a moment as his hands slide to my ribs. He moves his head to the side to encase my lips fully with his. Making me sigh out against his mouth and a shuttering breath escape his.