#pockpop

Bang Chan was saying like you guys are a bit cooler now that it’s night but that heat never stops here lol I refused to agree with him then but it did get bearable.

The mess with my section and like people in EVERY row being in the wrong spot was nuts. I’m sure we missed like four songs in there? I just felt bad for the kids who were being like bounced around because they were put in the wrong spot, I hope those people do get compensated for the mess.

Also shoutout to all the people who made and handed out freebies, it was so nice to meet Stays and connect with people and just the kindness i experienced was immaculate. People were truly trying to help each other (at least where i was) and their efforts shouldn’t go unnoticed or unappreciated!

Even when her cousin, Brandy, dragged her to a random Halloween party the looks never stopped.

However, it was when Riley was approached by some random female with her ex close behind that changed everything.

It was the words the girl spoke that caused Riley to snap. Words that she hated hearing.

Now here she stood, cleaning her hand of blood that didn't belong to her.

"I'm fine Brandy, I promise," Riley says out loud, placing her phone on the sink countertop once she answered. Turning off the faucet, she grabbed a few paper towels wiping her hands clean then her face as she pulled herself together.

"Are you sure? I can take you back home if you want. Matter of fact, where are you?" Riley could barely make out Brandy's words over the loud music in the background, even with her being on speakerphone.

"I'm in one of the bathrooms upstairs. Don't worry about me. I'll be back down in a few minutes,"

The party was being held in a house big as hell. In her attempt to separate herself from everyone, she made so many different turns until she found a bathroom to hide in and she knew getting back would be a challenge.

"Are you positive you're ok Riley? Don't be fucking lying either,"

A soft smile formed across Riley's face at her cousin's concern. "Yes. I'm positive. I'll see you in a minute,"

"Text me when you make it back. I can barely hear you," Brandy advises before she hung up, leaving Riley to her thoughts.

Letting out a deep breath, Riley turned her attention towards the mirror to look herself over. She was surprised her white and gold goddess costume remained intact and blood free as she examined the material carefully.

Although physically she looked fine, mentally she needed a break.

As soon as Riley stepped out into the hallway, she felt it. A chill went up her spine causing her to shiver as a sense of uneasiness filled her veins. Her dark eyes darted around her surroundings, searching for any indication of danger but she quickly realized that she was alone....and everything was eerily silent.

"Yeah aight," Riley mumbles to herself, assuming that she was probably overthinking things. Considering the massive size of the house, she thought the silence was because she was probably on the other side of the house away from the party itself. She couldn't even feel the thump of the bass much less hear people talking.

It was just her and for some reason, it made Riley nervous. So much so that even the hair on the back of her neck stood up.

Each step she took, it felt as though the hallway seemed to never end, or at least in her mind it didn't.

And that was when she heard it.

A slight ding of what sounded like a bell. Similar to the ones Riley heard around Christmas time.

Her feet picked up speed without her even realizing it and she soon found herself powerwalking and turning a random corner, no longer caring if she knew where the fuck she was going.

However, when the sound of the bell met Riley's ears again, only much closer this time, she knew she was no longer alone. Someone was following her and she could sense it.

Her fight and flight senses were kicking in and while she was scared, she was mad as hell too cause who the hell was playing games with her?

"Whoever you are, you need to stop before I-"

"Before you what?"

In an instant, Riley stopped dead in her tracks as fear consumed her. That voice...it was the type of voice that was silken yet so malevolent that it made her knees weak.

Riley barely turned her head when out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow whisk by. She wanted to believe that it was just her imagination fuckin with her but she knew better,

In her scared state, she barely felt the warm hand grab her shoulder causing her to turn around only to see nothing. Her eyes darted around every inch of the empty hallway in fear all while Riley was doing her best to keep herself from screaming like an idiot.

This was some scary movie type of shit and she was not feeling it one bit.

"Stop messin with me!" She demanded, still too afraid to move. Whoever was taunting her was doing a good ass job. She understood that it was Halloween but this was too much.

They were trying to scare her and it was working.

Closing her eyes for a second, Riley took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her raging nerves. Thinking that maybe she was tripping and letting her mind get the best of her.

Unfourtnely, the thought seemed to evaporate as soon as she opened her eyes and turned around.

"Boo!"

On instinct, Riley swung only to have her already sore fist caught with ease by the man standing in front of her. A whimper fell past her lips as they gave it a slight squeeze much to her discomfort.

Their eyes were penetrating and dark, so black that Riley could see her reflection in them. "Don't move," The man advised, holding her wrist tightly.

"Excuse me?" Riley replied with disbelief. It was like the air around them grew cold. The only warmth she felt was from his gloved hand.

The man watched with emotionless eyes as she finally took all of him in.

He stood tall in a black and white costume with his face painted mimicking an evil jester to match. But what Riley noticed the most were the bells that dangled from his headpiece.

As if he could read her mind, the man moved his head slightly, causing one of the bells to ring. Riley instantly took a step back, only to feel something hard behind her.

"You want to run with nowhere to hide...that's cute," Spoke a smooth, husky voice right behind her. Riley involuntarily shivered, feeling a pair of lips brush against her earlobe.

Snapping her head towards the voice, Riley was met with another pair of dark eyes except for one being covered by a whitened contact lens. Just like the man in front of her, he too wore a jester costume but in black and red.

"What is this? Some kind of a joke?" Riley croaks out, looking at the man who still had a death grip on her wrist.

She watched as his head turned a bit at her question. "Not at all princess. In fact, we want you terrified," He smirks, looking evil as hell. "You're almost there,"

His response made Riley's head hurt. The fuck were these people on?

"Let go of me," She fussed, attempting to pull free from him but the man barely seemed to budge. Not at all fazed by her trying to break free.

"Never," Said the one behind her, placing soft kisses along her exposed shoulder. Riley moved away from him, ignoring his low chuckles.

"Besides, we're here to celebrate with you," The man in front of her tells her, catching her attention. "Today is a special day is it not?" He questions, briefly making eye contact with the man behind her.

It didn't take Riley long to know what he meant. "You're sick,"

"What did they call your dad again?" He questions mockingly, snapping his fingers as if he was trying to think of the name. The very name everyone labeled her father as. The very name she loathed.

"The Se-"

"Stop!" Riley blurts out, feeling her tears prickle in the corners of her eyes. "Let go of me!" She demanded once more. This wasn't funny and she was getting angry the longer she stood there trapped between these men she didn't even know.

"Don't worry princess, that will change sooner than you think,"

"Real soon," The black and red Jester confirms, twirling a piece of Riley's hair with his fingers. "You can thank your beloved father for that,"

Riley snapped her gaze towards him, confused by their words. "What are you talking about?"

The man behind her simply smiled causing a shiver to run down her spine. How could something so beautiful look so deadly? It confused her. And the way he looked at her...

"You'll see," He reassures her, softly caressing her cheek. He found himself mesmerized by her beauty just as he was when he first laid eyes on her after so many years.

They all were so fascinated by her.

Riley could only stare at him, feeling conflicted by her situation. "But fair warning though princess," The black and white jester speaks up, grabbing her attention once more. "You have approximately six minutes to get out of this house before it's burned to the ground,"

She watched him lean down until their nose practically were touching. She begins to wonder if either one of them knew the meaning of personal space. "You won't remember us but we'll leave you with this,"

Before Riley could ask what he meant, he leaned closer brushing his lips against hers just as she felt another pair on her neck. She barely had time to react when he kissed her. All the confusion, fear and anger she felt were wiped away by a wave of bliss and pure temptation.

But just as soon as it started, it was over and there Riley stood alone once more.

The cold air that once surrounded her was now hot and muggy with the smell of smoke instantly filling her nose. Riley found herself coughing more roughly the closer she seemed to get to where the party was being held.

'I Put a Spell On You' blasted through the speakers along with screams of agony and fear as she watched people running for any exit they could find, trampling over each other and pushing anyone in their way. With very few helping those in need. Flames seemed to have engulfed almost everything in every direction Riley looked. The heat and smoke became unbearable.

Her eyes burned as she squinted, trying to see if she could spot Brandy in the chaos, all while avoiding stepping on the bodies that were scattered around her.

This was sickening. And the smell. It made her stomach turn.

Spotting the opened front doors, Riley ran towards it with a few people following behind her. But just as she made it through, the doors slammed shut leaving the others trapped inside. With no hesitation, Riley reached for the handle to open the door, only to immediately snatch her hand back from pain as the doorknobs glowed a bright red.

Holding her burned hand close to her chest, Riley moved down the steps and further away from the house as she watched in disbelief the scene before her.

It was something out of a horror film.

Darkness surrounded her in the midst of turmoil.

For three years they played this cruel game. The trust they once had for one another almost cease to exist. Yet, the love they shared seemed unscathed.

Even when they attempted to date other people, somehow, someway, they always ended up back together. The word "sorry" no longer existed in their vocabulary. There were only so many times it could be said until its purpose became tainted.

In a way, she was positive they liked hurting one another. A sick way to show they still cared.

Two months have passed since she last saw him and she was doing so well without him. Or so she forced herself to believe. Her weakest moments always seemed to attack her thoughts late at night as she lay in bed alone.

She shouldn't miss him.

Life was much better without his presence.

But every time her eyes closed, her mind was filled with thoughts of him no matter how hard she tried to forget him.

She was addicted to everything that was him and he knew it.

He thrived off the fact that no matter how many times she yelled out "fuck you", she'd always come back to him where she belonged.

In his twisted mind, no one would ever love her in the way he does.

Touch her as he does.

Kiss her as he does.

Hold her as he does.

And more importantly, make love to her as he does.

Just the thought of him shook her mentally.

God, she hated him so much.

Licking her lips, Nia stood quietly outside of his apartment door, silently telling herself to just turn on her heel and go back home where she needed to be.

But she'd be lying to herself if she didn't say that she missed him because she did.

However, it wasn't as if she needed him like the oxygen she breathed.

And just as she was about to walk away, the sounds of locks coming undone caught her attention, pulling her from her intense thoughts.

"Shit," She whispered to herself as the door swung open to reveal him in all of his toxicity. Nia noted how his hair had grown longer with his bangs hanging just below his eyebrows. He stood in front of her with an unbuttoned satin shirt showcasing his chest and a pair of matching pants. A mean mug immediately spread across her face as she ignored her rapidly beating heart.

He knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

"Why did you call me here I.M?" It was a question that she already knew the answer to but the need to break the silence between them was necessary.

The way he looked at her...it was as if he saw right through her.

A small smile formed on his face as he eyed her slowly from head to toe and back up again before his dark eyes settled on her own. "The same reason why you decided to come...because I wanted to. Now come in," He answered, stepping aside to let her in.

Shaking her head, Nia did as he said while he locked the door behind her. She stood quietly in the middle of his dark hallway that had the kitchen on one side and his living room on the other, his scent filling her nose no matter which way her head turned.

"Keep walking," Changkyun softly ordered, his warm breath fanned against her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Biting her tongue, she removed her slippers and walked further down the hall towards his dimly lit bedroom where the door was left slightly open. Nia felt Changkyun's arm brush past hers to push the door completely open to reveal his cozy room.

"What have I told you about coming out in public dressed like this?" He questioned lowly, tugging at the bottom of the white romper onesie that fitted snuggly against her skin. It was obvious she wore nothing underneath.

"I wasn't about to change just to come see you, besides..."

"Besides what?"

Nia felt so small under his gaze as he stood in front of her with his arm crossed. "I won't be here for long," She informs him, turning her attention towards the hard rain hitting against the glass above them.

Changkyun smirked at her words knowing full well they were a lie. "Why won't you just be with me Nia? Every time you run you always come back to me in the end,"

"You know exactly why," Nia instantly replies. It was a question that was asked by him often and the answer never changed. "What do you even want from me? You have so many options,"

"I want you to be my wife Nia. No one else compares to you and you know this," He counters back with swiftness. "No more games. No more lies,"

Nia stared back at him, looking for any indication of dishonesty. "I don't know I.M...I need time to think,"

As much as she wanted to believe his words, it was hard. She was so fuck'd up mentally because of him.

"Why do you do this to me?" She questions just above a whisper, hating how weak she was when it came to him. All it took was one look and he had her right where he wanted. She was his and no one else.

"Take it off," He commands, ignoring her question on purpose. "Please..."

Maybe it was because of how tempting Changkyun looked at the moment. Pure sex on legs. Or the way he spoke to her, demanding yet sweet. It took little to nothing to get her to do whatever he asked of her.

She was so pathetic.

However, Nia didn't care. Especially when he slid inside of her, hitting every spot, including the ones she didn't even know she had.

Only he could make her body shake with need. Giving her the type of dick that made her call out to the heavens above in bliss. Even to the point tears would run down her face in disbelief.

He fucked her as if it would be their last, leaving nothing untouched.

Nia found herself bent over with her ass in the air just how Changkyun liked it. Her hands gripping the sheets as he delivered toe-curling strokes after another, driving her insane. "You feel so good," She whined, feeling him places kisses along her back.

Changkyun said nothing at first, only responding by practically fucking Nia like his life depended on it. Rolling his hips every time in a way that had Nia wither with need. Her pussy welcomed him each time he filled her with such need.

"Say it,"

"It's yours," Nia barely croaked out, knowing what he wanted. "It's all yours," She said again, reaching back to push him away. The pressure in her gut became too much.