Tokki

She stares at it, her breath steady as she wonders what would happen if that door were to open again. Would she meet those obsidian eyes that glowed gold in the light? Would the prince come in and show her that the myths of vampires’ cruelness were not just myths? Or would he come in and she’d feel that strange sense of safeness she felt looking into his golden eyes? Or would she meet soft black eyes of the human servant, Sehun? Would she meet another human? Would…would she meet another vampire?

So many possibilities run through her head, so many different things she could potentially meet on the other side of the door that makes her fingers twitch. She fears what she could meet behind the door, yet her fingers itch to twist the door knob. Curious about what she could meet; who she could meet.

The Princess slides off the bed in slow movements. She takes a few steps until her fingers are centimetres from the door handle. She pauses as she stares at her shaking fingers, so close to the door knob, and twists her head to flick her eyes around the room. She has the feeling she was looking for something, as if seeking permission to leave.

She takes in a big breath, closing her eyes to settle her frantic nerves.

It took small, minimal steps to get to the door, but it was going to take a huge step to open it.

Her breath trembles as she exhales and quickly grabs the knob, preparing herself to open it. Yet her hand freezes around the cool metal surface and her body stills.

She can’t do it. Her throat tightens as her eyes stare at her immobile hand on the door. She can’t open it.

Predatory obsidian eyes staring back at her flashes across her mind.

What if she meets another pair of eyes? What if she encounters another vampire?

She’s only met one so far, and she hasn’t liked the encounters she’s had with him.

Her lips tremble along with her hand. She can’t do it.

Well, apparently, she didn’t have to.

The door swings open, knocking her back until she almost stumbles to the floor before she catches herself and she tries to caste her wide eyes to the figures in the doorway. However, the light burns her eyes before she can look anymore at the two figures and turns her head away, bringing a hand up to block the candlelight.

“Look at the sheets… Such a mess.” A raspy woman voice tuts as the Princess tries to adjust to the light.

Her stinging eyes causes her focus to shift and forgets the two visitors as she rubs harshly at her eyes. She feels the sting travel behind her eyes and to her temple, creating an ache to settle within. Why was the candlelight so harsh?

She groans softly as she slides her hands down her face and pries her eyes open slowly. She sees a shadow in the corner of her hazy vision before her eyes re-adjust to the lighting. With an ache still sitting behind her eyes and in her temple, she blearily realises two women making the sheets of the bed.

She jolts away from the door and stumbles until her back meets the wall. She stares at the two old women, looking completely unfazed by neither her actions or presence.

“W-who are you two?” The Princess stutters out warily as the two women straighten out the sheets.

“We’re servants of the Byun Castle.” The shorter of the two old women rasps out, not even looking up to glance at the Princess.

“Are you…humans?”

“No.” was the short reply from the other woman, her voice devoid of emotion.

This makes the princess’s heart start to beat faster and her throat becomes cloggy. The young female watches the two maids closely, waiting for them to do something, like attack. However, as she waits and waits nothing happens. The two maids just continue to make and tidy the bed. Her heart slows down as she stands pressed against the wall, watching the two vampires finish making the bed.

“The bed is just going to get messed up again, you do realise this right?” a sudden voice causes the princess to jump and whip her head to the door where a man is standing.

Who is he?

Her heart picks up pace.

The old raspy-voiced vampire simply flicks her eyes briefly to the new person standing at the door, inclining her head towards the towering male. The two women continue tidying the room without a word to the new visitor.

The man hums before his eyes shift to the Princess still pressed against the wall. The princess quickly looks down before her eyes can meet the new man’s eyes, feeling her body go cold.

“Well, you must be the Prince’s…” The man trails off, his deep and sardonic voice traveling to her ears.

“Wife.” The emotionless servant supplies as she finishes up the bed.

“Wife, yes that’s the word.” The man chuckles before stepping into the room, prowling towards the princess.

“Although I rather prefer another word to describe such a pitiful, weak being.”

The princess’s fingers tremble, her fear rising as she listens to the predatory like steps come closer to her. She feels an instinctual need to run from this man as she stares at the floor with quivering lips.

Polished black shoes enter her vision and she holds her breath.

A deep hum from above startles her and she tries to flinch away from a hand suddenly gripping her chin and tilting it up, so she was face-to-face with the vampire’s. She clenches her eyes shut before they can meet the towering man’s eyes and her bottom lip quivers.

“I prefer the term ‘pet’.” The man’s voice sounds smug, as if her fear pleases him. “I’m surprised the Prince has kept this little one considering his past reactions to such beings.”

A lump develops in her throat, constricting her breath as her eyes clench tightly. A dark chuckle crawls up her spine.

“Open your eyes.” A hypnotic voice whispers into her ear, creeping into her subconscious and tugging at her eyelids. She feels helpless as her control slips from her and her eyes flicker open.

A sickly warm clench tightens her throat while she now stares right into glowing blood red eyes.

“There we are.” He sneers while his eyes dull into a cold inky blackness and a scathing smile stretches onto his face.

“Do you know who I am?”

Her throat throbs as she swallows, feeling incredibly powerless as the looming vampire grips her chin in his hand and stares helplessly into predacious eyes. She feels trapped. She feels like a baby deer wandering the forest lost with a wolf prowling behind the bushes, getting ready to pounce.

She wishes someone would save her.

“Well it seems an introduction is needed.” The man grins, his deadly sharp fangs on full display as his hand travels from her chin and down her neck. Her skin pricks as his icy-cold fingers glide over her skin, trailing towards the curve of her shoulder.

His hands still and she realises with a choked breath that his hand hovers over the bandage, where the mark lies under. Panic grips her heart as she feels an instinctual need to protect the mark, however he body is paralysed, unresponsive to any commandments she tries desperately to yell at herself.

“My name is Park Chanyeol, little one.”

A/N: I dedicate this chapter to @shesdreaminginoverdose !! Thank you for bringing back my love for this story and I hope you enjoy it~ 

Her eyes flicker to the Prince's and just for a second, she sees something flash in his eyes causing her heart to pound. She waits for the Prince to act. His hand lifts in an agonisingly slow pace, as if liking the way the Princess and servant are put on edge—waiting for him to act.

She silently begs, feeling helpless. Please don't hit him. Please. Don’t.

His hand raises further and further up, along with her raising heartbeat.

Please. Don't hit him. His hand suddenly stops and—

"Put that there and leave."

What?

The Princess's eyes become wide as her mind wheels back; what did the Prince just say?

Sehun lifts his head in brief surprise at the Prince's answer, until he wipes his face of emotion again. He quickly places the tray of food, water and medical equipment somewhere in the dark room. The Princess didn’t notice how dark the room still was despite the flickering candle light entering the room’s doorway.

Sehun turns, making brief eye contact with the Princess before bowing outside the door.

"Please take care, Prince Baekhyun," he pauses, "Lady Byun-"

The door slams shut causing the Princess to jump in fright. Everything went black so quickly and it makes her heart pick up pace. She can’t see anything. She can’t see him.

But he can see her.

Two slender hands suddenly grip her arms, causing her to go rigid with a sharp intake of breath. Her chest aches as her heart pounds against it.

She clenches her eyes shut as the hands grip her tighter. Her shoulder starts pulsing again, and she can feel her skin slowly become hotter.

"You do what only I tell you to." The prince's voice suddenly slithers into her ear as she feels him move in front of her.

"Remember that, Sweetheart." His lips graze her ear as he listens to her rapid heartbeat.

She's suddenly pushed back, causing her to panic. What is he going to do? Her legs meet the edge of the bed, making her fall back. W-what-

"Sit up properly. You're a Princess; you must have excellent posture since you are a royal after all, right Sweetheart?" The Prince demands with a sneer.

Her heart pulsates as her shaky arms push herself up, unsure where the Prince now is. Tears are still pooled in her eyes as she stares into nothingness, trying to sooth her dry, scratchy throat. Her shoulder sears in heat, making her mind hazy from the intensity; her body heat was severely warmer than before.

A sudden coldness grips her arm causing her to jump, and suddenly she becomes hyper aware of a presence looking over her.

“I wouldn’t daze off if I were you.” A silvery voice breathes; coming closer to her ear to whisper, “you never know what’ll happen.”

Her eyes become wide and her breath hitches as Baekhyun’s lips hovers near her ear. Goosebumps form on her arm where his ice-cold hands clutch.

His breath disappears, and she quietly exhales until she chokes on the shaky breath. Something cold and moist meets the searing wound along her neck causing various emotions to strike through her mind. Her throat clogs up as she desperately tries to hold in a cry while she clenches her dress.

What is that?

Her eyes tear up again as she bits down on her lip to keep in a whimper while icy fingers soothe the cream along the painful throbbing areas.

A condescending chuckle slithers into her ears and the prince’s fingers disappear.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Sweetheart~” the Prince’s voice rings out, “You’ll be making a lot more noises soon.”

The princess flushes and turns her head away from Prince Baekhyun’s voice.

“I almost forgot.” A dark chuckle leaves the Prince and the Princess furrows her eyebrows.

An icy cold breath fans her shoulder but before she can process the proximity between her and the Prince something wet meets her skin creeps and all the way up near her wound.

The Prince moaned, “You taste so delicious, Sweetheart...” he sighs into her neck.

She shivers as the Prince pulls back and glances up to notice her eyes have adjusted to the dark just enough to see the slow movement of Baekhyun licking his lips. Her eyes widen in realisation at what the strange wetness still lingering on her skin is cause by…

Her eyes quickly divert to the Prince’s hands which seems to have something in it. She watches the shape of his hand come towards her and her fingers tremble in her lap. His hand presses onto her wound, causing her to try to jerk back from the scorching pain. She grits her teeth as she tries to escape his grip, however all she accomplishes is more pain from the Prince’s tightening hold.

“Stay still.” Those few almost growled words cause her to instantly freeze, fear once again over taking her pain. Her lips tremble as a few tears slip down her cheek—for which emotion she doesn’t know. A few seconds pass when she realises something; a soft fabric is pressed to her wound, a now light pressure keeping the piece of fabric there.

She blinks as she realises—the Prince is treating her wound (or ‘mark’ is what the servant Sehun called it) with the medical supplies that had been on the tray.

Why? Why is he being...caring?

She sucks in a breath.

No. He isn’t caring. He’s most likely doing this just to... drink her blood! There is no way the prince is helping her other than to get something back! She must be prepared.

The prince pulls away and the princess waits, waits and waits. Yet nothing happens. No hands push her down, no mouth bites her neck. She hears nothing and sees nothing.  

Until the door that was slammed shut by Prince Baekhyun opens by the exact same man. She watches the prince’s back; his form still, as if contemplating something.

He slowly glances back and her breath hitches for so many reasons.

The warm glow from the candle light paints his face and the light catches in his once obsidian eyes. Her heart stutters and she swear for a split second the Prince smiles before he turns around. When he speaks his voice almost sounds normal, yet she senses a slight change in his tone. A feeling in her gut that tells her something has changed.

“Eat the food before it spoils.”

Then the door slams shut.

Her heart beats rapidly for so many reasons; for so many unknown emotions and she sits their overwhelmed.

His eyes had looked divine. A mesmerising golden hue, that she can’t figure out if it was from the candlelight or not. But she knew—she felt— the prince’s emotions in that split second. She swears she did. Because in that split second, she had felt so safe as she stared into the Prince’s eyes­—she sensed his care for her. She knows that there is no way she could ever imagine such safety and calmness in this dark, blood driven place.

She knows there must be some reason she was chosen to be his wife—to be his queen.

 Baekhyun stares at the door he just slammed, his golden eyes glowing brighter than the candles surrounding him. If he wasn’t born a vampire, he would’ve thought his heart had started to beat again.

 He stands there stricken with emotions until the golden glow dies out and is left with his obsidian eyes now glowing with realisation and fear. He clenches his fist while lights dance around him tauntingly.

She chokes and lurches up, or at least she tries to.

A strangled cry rips from her lips as her vision goes white. She groans and curls her fists, her breathing becoming heavy and laboured. She plys her trembling fist open to reach for her searing hot shoulder. As her shaky fingers trace down her neck towards the raw flesh, she attempts to even her breaths as tears fill her eyes. As soon as her fingers glides over the pulsing area, she chokes on a cry.

Liquid catches onto her skin and begins a warm trail down her forearm. She holds her quivering arm out in front of her to inspect the warm liquid, until she realises she can’t see. Since she was surrounded by darkness after-all. Which pushes the thought of pain out of the way and is instantly replaced with fear and panic.

She wasn’t in her room, she guessed she wasn’t even in her Kingdom anymore.

She sits up slowly, trying hard not to move too quickly. Her vision is plagued with stars for a brief second as she heaves in a shaky breath. Her tears are still fresh as she darts her eyes around the pitch-darkness. She wets her lips as she moves her hand away from her, along the silky-smooth sheets until nothing greets her hand no more. She swallows the thick lump in her throat and shuffles to the edge of the bed as carefully as possible.

She holds her breath and clenches her eyes together as she slowly brings her feet to hover off the edge and descends them with her mind running rampant in thought.

She begs to every known god for nothing to grab her feet, or something other than the floor and her clasped hands to touch her exposed legs. Lightning shocks through her body as smooth, icy-cold tiles connects with her feet, sending an uncontrollable shiver to travel up her legs and body. Her shoulder pulses as she pushes herself up to stand; stars pestering her vision again.

A cold breeze blows upon the damp tears drying along her cheeks; something that use to refresh her, now became something she dreaded. If there were a breeze, it could mean multiple things…

She swallows as her eyes cast around the room, trying, hopelessly, to see. Her hands shake lightly as she shuffles towards something, anything.

She really wishes she can see...

Only prominent silhouettes stood out to her eyes, creating odd and terrifying shapes to play with her mind. She clutches her arm as she shuffles forward again. And again. And again. Until she stopped to reach out for something, which ended up being, what she assumed, a bed post. She must be at the end.

She exhales shakily, looking up only to freeze instantly. Another cool breeze glides over her pricked skin as a shiver tries to take over her body. However, the fear gripping her whole body in a lock prevents it from even a slightest twitch in her fingers.

The shadow—a terrifyingly familiar shadow. Long and slim... almost human like, except it was distorted. That wasn’t what kept her prisoner however—It was the eyes. The eyes she couldn’t see but feel.

Her heart shudders as she feels her shoulder pulsing and her skin burning. She wants to look away. Run. Hide. Yet she couldn’t look away. Couldn’t move and there was nowhere to hide.

Sudden movement from the corner of her eyes instantly brakes the trance she’s in and darts her eyes away from the shadow. A sliver of light flutters on the ground before disappearing. A curtain.

She slowly glances back to the shadow, but it was no longer there. This didn't sit well with her, yet it give her some sort of courage to quickly shuffle to where the light had flickered.

She reaches the area with her outstretched hand being greeted with thick, silky-soft fabricate. Her fingers curl in the material, ruffling the curtains until light appears on the floor, right by her feet. The soft blue light dances on the floor, causing a small smile to grace the princess’s lips as her eyes soften. She remembers the many nights she looked up at the bright night-sky with her parents by her side, enveloped in warm embraces. She listens to the metal rings dinging and dragging against the metal bars as she slowly pries the curtain open.

However, before any light can grace her face, a cold hand slivers around the back of her neck and a slender hand holds her wrist. Her mind blanks out instantly at the freezing touches and she fails to breath at the strange coldness she can feel along her back and hovering above her.

"What do you think you're doing, Sweetheart?" A dark, melodic voice whispers into her ear as cold air is breathed down her neck.

Words and sounds are stuck in her clogged throat as her skin crawls at the body pressing against her back.

"In this Kingdom we keep all curtains shut." His hand moves up her arm slowly, leaving a trail of goose-bumps on her skin.

"Why would you want to harm your husband, Sweetheart?"

The hand on the back of her neck slides down, nearing her searing, pulsing wound. Tears prick at her eyes as her heart beats erratically.

"You harm me, you harm yourself."

His breath tickles her ear as his hand skims across her wound, causing a startled and painful scream to rip from her throat.

He presses harder around the wound, causing her to collapse onto her knees in another blood curdling scream.

"Remember that well, Sweetheart."

His smooth dark voice fades away, as his cool touch vanishes from her searing hot skin. She knows he’s gone, yet she doesn’t care as she tries to calm her breathing and will the excruciating pain away. Her hot tears drip onto the smooth, cool floor, forming little puddles as she curls into herself. She heaves in shaky breaths as her throat feels torn and scratched. Her clothes are drenched in sweat as her shoulder continues to pulse in pain.

It was the most excruciating pain she has ever felt. Her head pounds and her vision is once again plagued by stars. Her skin feels as if she was on fire and her shoulder was thankfully numb from the mind-numbing pain before.

Why? Why was she here? Why was she the vampire Prince's 'wife'? Why her?

Her skin gradually cooled down and her shoulder was starting to lose its numbness. She uncurls herself and scrubs at her itchy red eyes as she slowly sits up. Her mind is hazy.

Soft blue light flickers on her white dress, and her eyes are threatened with tears again.

Her heart pounds as she pulls away from it, distancing herself from the moonlight until her back meets with wood. She releases a single sob causing her throat to ache. She rubs her sunken eyes, while she wills herself to stop shaking and wearily casts a look around the room. The room looked more defined than before as she makes out shapes similar to doors and the silhouette of the large towering bed she’s leaning against.

She redirects her vision to one of the few door shapes and swallows. She shakily gets up and stumbles to the door.

There has to be something in there.

Her hand searches for the knob and twists the cold glass handle to reveal absolute pitch-blackness. Her eyes try to adjust, however the more she looks into the room, the more unsettled she becomes. She quickly shuts the door with a shiver.

She stares at the next door’s shape, feeling off as she takes in as much as she can whilst in the dark. The princess slowly shuffles towards it and twists the knob. However it stops budging and she looks at it.

Why is it locked?

She frowns and steps back. The princess guesses the last door must lead to light.

She moves toward it slowly, gazing at the door. Her heart pumps wildly, imprisoned within her rib cage. She walks closer and closer to her freedom. Before she can make it to the door, a knock resounds around the large room. And in her horror, she listens to the door handle being twisted.

Her whole body freezes. It’s not him. She knows it’s not him. Then who is it? Before her mind can even try to guess, light floods into the room, momentarily blinding her.

She holds her breath.

"Lady Byun?" A young, yet deep voice brakes the silence, sounding confused until she hears a quick intake of breath.

Who is Lady Byun?

"Your mark is bleeding! Let me help you, Lady Byun." The young, concerned voice moves closer, causing her to step back and snap back into attention.

Her eyes land on a tall, yet young looking man dressed in some type of plain black uniform with his black locks falling in front of his eyes.

"It's alright Lady Byun. I won't hurt you." The young man speaks softly, as if she were a frightened animal.

"Who...who is Lady By-Byun?" She stutters in a whisper, yet the young man seems to have heard her because he tightens his lips.

"…Lady Byun is you, Milady." He speaks even softer, almost in a whisper.

"H-huh? I'm not Lady Byun..." She frowns.

Something isn’t right…

"You are, Lady Byun.” The young male furrows his eyebrows as he continues, “You are Prince Byun Baekhyun's wife."

She stands there in shock...no way…She is truly married to that man. But how? There was no ceremony...No wedding…no consent.

She looks at the boy and realises how close he is. She quickly takes a step back. She shouldn’t trust him…he shouldn’t get close to her… because he was just like him.

"Who are you?" Her hands tremble.

"There’s no need to fear me, I’m a human servant of the Byun Castle." He smiles kindly, "My name is-"

A/N: I’m so sorry this story has taken so long to update! I’m a lil bit of a procrastinator so... Sorry TT 

The cold chill creeps over your skin and you wrap your arms around yourself as your stomach twists in unease. There are no sounds except for the scavenging rats feasting on littered trash and the slosh-splash of your heels against the damp concrete, with an unknown squish every now and then, causing you to grimace.

It was just you and the rats in the dim-lit alleyway, until another pair of footsteps joins yours.

Your stomach curls and you dare to glance behind you. A tall silhouette of a man was all you need for a lump to form in your throat. He doesn’t seem friendly.

You quicken your pace as subtly as possible, listening to his slow, prowling footsteps echo around the narrow path. Fear starts to bite at your mind as you hear something faint, something spaciously sounding like another pair of shoes. You walk quicker and as soon as you hear the man behind you quicken his pace also, you pray, despite having never prayed before, and take off in a sprint.

Dirty water splashes on your legs and clothes, yet the only thing that plagues your mind is run, run and run. You swerve clumsily around corners, slipping along the wet path, stumbling into garbage, yet you keep running, running and running. Running until your lungs burn and scream for air, even then you keep running.

You can’t hear anything except for the thundering sound of your heart beat in your ears.

Then as your legs start to wobble and your pace slows, you turn a corner yet again. However, your heart shatters as you stumble into a large concrete barrier. Your hands land on the wall, your whole body going cold.

A dead end.

Footsteps enter their trap. Slow, prowling footsteps come closer and closer to you. Until they stop.

You swallow and turn around to face your dead end. Yet a gasp of recognition becomes clogged in your parched throat.

"Y-your..." you stumble backwards, back hitting the wall as the man stands there staring at you.

"You shouldn't walk in alleyways." The dark-haired male says; his voice deep and sonorous.

"Y-you...you're the delivery boy...from yesterday." You stutter out as tears start to fill your eyes.

The male stares, before exhaling a sigh, "I'm not going to hurt you. That guy following you was."

"H-huh?" You blink through your blurry sight.

"I was walking pass and I noticed the guy following you." The male explains, "You're lucky I was around."

You stare at him, realising he did look a bit beaten up, with a ruffled hair and a bruise already forming along his cheek.

"W-what's your name?" 

"You should go home, I don't want to be standing here all night." The male huffs, turning around.

"W-wait!” You stumble after him, wiping your tears away. “You didn't tell me your name." A sudden sound causes a shock through your body and you quicken your pace to walk closer to the towering male.

The tall male stops, causing you to bump into his back and stagger backwards.

"Watch where you're going.” He glares down at you until he huffs and rolls his eyes, “My name’s Park Chanyeol." He looks away from your innocent, sparkling eyes.

"Park Chanyeol? Like the K-pop star?" You tilt your head as you remember the name your friends regularly chant between themselves.

"Hah? No!" the male barks, then grumbles, “I’m way better looking than him.” He spins around and starts walking again.

"W-wait!" You call after him.

You walk in silence, yet you feel comfortable and safe next to the delivery guy. You glance up at him curiously, remembering how handsome you had thought he as when you had first seen him at your work. Large, dark eyes; high nose bridge; sharp jawline; and wonderful tan skin that glistened under the street lamps. He most certainly makes heads turn when he walks in public.

A small smile forms on your face as you turn away, until you realise where you are and the smile falls.

“This is…” Your eyes run over the extremely familiar building before shifting to the male ahead of you. “This is my apartment.”

“Oh?” Chanyeol lifts an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

“How…” you frown and purse your lips.

“Well now that you’re home, I’ll be going.” Chanyeol turns, starting to walk away.

Uneasiness hits you as your eyes land on his back, causing you to call out, “W-wait!” You grasp the back of his jacket.

“What?” Chanyeol glares at your petite hand clutching his jacket sleeve before glowering at your face.

"I…” You pause, “I want to thank you for saving me." A small smile quirks your lips up as pink dusts your cheeks.

"..." Chanyeol stares at you, before quickly moving towards you, causing you to trip backwards in surprise until he grabs your wrist to pull you towards his chest.

"Huh—H-hey!" you stutter as fear starts to surge through your mind again.

"You're so naive." Chanyeol sneers, "you never saw the face of the guy following you; so how do you know I’m not him?"

You stare right into Chanyeol’s eyes as tears start to form in yours once again, then you start pushing him, "L-let go!"

Chanyeol growls and your heart stills as his hand grabs the back of your head and smashes your lips painfully together.

You’re frozen—unable to fight back.

You’re so scared...unbeknownst to him, it was your first kiss. Yet despite your pounding heart, you feel something inside of you whisper to kiss back.

Before you could act on the prompt, Chanyeol pulls back and his harsh eyes bore into yours.

"You,” He starts with a low rumble, “you can't even defend yourself!" His grip on you loosens.

Without thought you whisper, "I trust you." 

He pauses before the anger resurfaces, "How!? I could be your stalker! I could’ve kidnapped you! I just forced a kiss on you and your reaction is that you trust me!?"

You nibble on your bottom lip as you feel tears fill your eyes again, "...I don't feel like you're a bad guy..."

"I could’ve hurt you!!" Chanyeol cries in frustration.

"But you didn't." 

He falters, before quickly recovering. "I forcibly kissed you!!"

"...but you pulled back." You blink at the male who looks severely conflicted now.

"I'm not a delivery boy." He randomly retorts.

"Oh? What do you do then?" You smile innocently.

“...I kill people." Chanyeol glances at you wearily.

"Oh." Was all you can say—the confession was abrupt, yet strangely it doesn’t shock you. Yes, a chill does run down your spine at the thought of him killing people, yet you aren’t shocked.

Chanyeol sighs, turning around until you grab his sleeve again, "Wait!"

He twists around to see you staring at the ground, mumbling something he cannot hear.

"What?"

"...I'm scared now that you mentioned all that stuff...Can you walk me up the stairs?"

Chanyeol blinks, dumbfounded at your words, and nods his head doubtfully, "... Sure?"

You smile and leisurely leads the way up the stairs to your door with Chanyeol’s sleeve still clasped in your hand. You glance at him before unlocking your door then turning back around to see Chanyeol moving away.

"Wait. I n-need to thank you." you step towards him.

"Thank me?" Chanyeol frowns until you quickly peck his cheek on your tiptoes and smile bashfully at him causing a blush to creep onto his cheeks.

"...Get inside." He huffs; however, you can tell it isn’t hostile and you smile happily.

"Goodnight, Park Chanyeol~" you close the door.

"...idiot..." He mumbles with a smile as he walks home.

"Jongdae?" The man spoke as amusement slivered into his voice and his mouth switched into a smirk.

"My Prince!" The human man stumbled at the sight of the prince and instantly crumbled into a bow.

"Where are you rushing to?" Amusement never left the Prince's dark black eyes as he stared down at his servant, Jongdae.

"Haven't you heard, my Prince?" Jongdae looked up at the vampire in disbelief

"Heard what?" The Prince lifted a perfect eyebrow.

"The Queen has given birth to a baby girl!" Jongdae smiled proudly, his eyes sparkled with adoration.

However, the Prince frowned.

"The Queen is dead, Jongdae." 

Jongdae's eyes widened, "Oh my! I'm so sorry my Prince! I did not mean our Queen..." He bowed as his cheeks flushed.

This confused the Prince even more.

"Than which Queen are you referring to? As far as I know there was only one Queen in the Kingdom." 

"Uh... The human Queen, my Prince..." Jongdae swallowed.

"The human Queen, huh?" The Prince muttered as his eyes glazed over with disinterest.

"...I'm sorry my Prince; I didn't mean to offend you..." The human bowed lower with his head down.

"Celebrate your joy somewhere else. And haven't I told you to address me as Prince Baekhyun, Jongdae?" The Prince glared at the back of Jongdae's neck.

"My apologies, Prince Baekhyun." Jongdae kept his head down.

Baekhyun looked away and walked pass the still bowing servant as he started to whistle again that created an even eerier tune with his dark stare.

                                               ~°•18 years later•°~

"Can you believe it!?" A young beautiful girl squealed as she wrapped her arms around her friend's arm and squeezed it tightly.

"Oi, you're cutting off my blood circulation!" Her friend whined as she tried to pull her arm free from her friend's vice grip.

"Can you believe I'm going to be turning 18 in just 3 days!?" The girl continued to hold her friend's arm captive as she squealed once again.

"No, I can't believe it. Now let go of my arm, you baboon!" the friend threatened the other girl with her arm raised, however she didn't budge.

"You can't hit me! I'm the Princess." The girl retorted with a pout.

"Princess or not, I'm going to hit you if you don't let go of my bloody arm!" The friend yelled with her eyebrows furrowed.

The Princess gasped and let go of her friend's arm to cover her mouth.

"You swore!" 

"Luckily I'm not a Princess than." The friend huffed as she massaged the blood back into her arm.

"You're a nobleman's daughter, you shouldn't swear." The Princess crossed her arms.

"I don't care, Princess." The ‘nobleman’s daughter’ looked right into her friend's betrayed eyes and her lip twitched. 

"How could you—" The Princess was cut off by her friend's high-pitched laughter.

"Your face—!" The friend wheezed out before she started laughing even more.

"I'm leaving." The Princess said flatly and stalked away from her cackling friend.

Her friend didn't bother to chase after her and the princess pouted all the way to her room. She really didn't like her friend sometimes.

Once the Princess arrived at her room she slumped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her birthday is in a few days, meaning she'll finally be able to explore more of her kingdom. At the thought, a smile bloomed on her face, until she remembered her freedom won't be for long—she must choose a future King.

She moaned and rolled over; shocked to find the sun had started to set. She had only left her friend in the afternoon. She must’ve laid there for much longer than she had thought.

Suddenly, a droplet of sweat dribbled down her forehead. Her mouth twitched into a cringe as she remembered her kingdom was in the process of trying to survive a heat wave that had been plaguing them all summer. She despised the heat because first-of-all; her hair becomes slick with sweat and sticks to her forehead; secondly, she had to bathe almost twice a day; thirdly, a princess should not reek like a man. Oh God did she despise it. She prayed for a breeze.

As if it read her mind, a cool, soft breeze flowed trough her window to ruffle her hair and glide over her hot cheeks with an aromatic smell weaved into it. She breathed in the addictive aroma, which caused a soft smile to form on her face and her eyes to droop. Her mind became hazy and her eye-lids heavy as she continued to breathe in the unknown fragrance. Soon, the drowsiness won, and her eye-lids slid shut. She drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, as soon as she succumbed to the sleepiness, she doomed herself to a terrifying world that'll be forever bathed in blood.

Prince Baekhyun didn't plan for this to happen—his father did. Which is why he can't wrap his mind around it—he cannot wrap his mind around the fact that he is staring at a human girl—the human Princess—in his bed.

He had come back from his walk in the gardens to see her simply sleeping in his bed. At first, he had thought she was a servant, until he caught sight of the pendant around her neck. It was not a necklace a servant could afford, nor find in his kingdom. It was made of pure silver with a mark—the human royal mark—carved skilfully into the smooth surface. A necklace only the royal family would wear.

He instantly demanded an audience with the King. 

"Why in hell is there a Royal Human in my bed!?" Baekhyun growled, ignoring the usual sting as his fangs protruded from his gums.

The King gave him a disapproved look, "You address me properly, Boy."

"My King," Baekhyun gritted out, "why in hell is there a Royal Human in my bed?" 

"She is to be your bride." Was the simple answer the King provided him with.

"Are you bloody kidding me?" The Prince growled out.

"Mind your language, Boy.” The King growled before he explained, “There are no longer Vampire nobles for you to choose. All have either been engaged to another or killed by hunters; I was left with no choice."

"You had no choice but to choose a human Princess!? How did that happen when our Kingdoms practically have knives to each other’s throats?" 

"Well, now we are the only ones with a knife to their throat." The King grinned darkly.

Baekhyun frowned, "What do you mean?"

"We took their only heir to the throne." 

"Took?"

A high-pitched scream interrupted the two and Baekhyun slightly turned his head in the direction where the sound had come from—his room.

"It seems your princess has awakened." Was the echo Baekhyun heard before he disappeared.

He reappeared outside his door as soon as it opened a smidge. Two wide watery eyes met with his and horror filled hers immediately. She quickly tried to shut the door. However, the Prince was much quicker—and stronger—and slammed it open, which caused the Princess to fall down harshly with a yelp, followed by a whimper.

The Prince stilled as a rich, metallic aroma drifted into his nose. His pupils dilated, and his dark black pools swirled red as they zeroed in on the red liquid that trickled down the Princesses fingers onto the floor.

The Princess whimpered while her heart throbbed painfully in her chest at the ravenous gaze the vampire prince gave her.

"You need to learn to be quiet." Baekhyun spoke lowly while he shut the door behind him.

She sobbed and tried to scramble back. However, she was immobile—imprisoned in his petrifying gaze while he moved closer and closer to her. 

"If you are to remain my wife, you must follow every order I give you." Baekhyun crouched down whilst his eyes roam her body.

The Princess was petrified yet she still managed to whimper out her confusion, "...w-wi-wife?"

Baekhyun sneered darkly and reached out to wipe a tear from her cheek with his cold, icy hand.

"You're here to be my future queen." 

The words seeped into her soul as she sits there in horror. Watching petrified as the Prince’s sharp canines glinted in the candlelight as he neared her. His breath licked her neck and she felt his soft, cold lips graze her delicate skin and her heart stuttered.

"You're forever mine, Sweetheart." 

You pull into the drive-way and another small smile makes its way to your face as you notice the soft yellow-orangish lights flittering through the pastel blue curtains, casting a warm, homey feel from the house. Yixing and yours house. 

The memory when you first walked into the small, yet cosy house played through your mind as if it was yesterday. You remember the instant click you felt as soon as you entered it; it was perfect. It is perfect. You had turned to Yixing with sparkling eyes, and he knew it was the one, instantly signing the contract. 

You switch the car engine off and slip out of the car with your briefcase in hand. You shut the door and as soon as the beep of the lock sounded through the street, another sound made it to your ears just after. A thud.

You frown, looking around you saw nothing that could of possibly have caused the thud, so you shrug it off. Until you hear it again. Then again.

Your eyes were drawn to the house instantly, were another thud sounded from. 

"What on earth...?" You mumble and slowly make your way to the front door, where you pause as you hear another several thuds again.

This time, it came along with a voice from none-other than your boyfriend, Yixing.

"Stop! [y/n]'s going to be mad if you scratch the floor!" His voice was so innocent, so soft as if he were speaking to a child, and your alarm bells instantly rang.

My floor!?

You swing the door open at the very moment a small white ball of fluff slides across the wood floor with a frantic, concerned Yixing shuffling quickly behind it with his arms stretched out. 

"What the- Yixing!!!?" You zoom into the house, eyes wide in shock and confusion and turn around the corner to see Yixing holding a white ball of fluff in his arms----

Wait.

...that's not fluff...

"What the-" your screech is cut off by Yixing thrusting the white ball of fluff towards you proudly.

"SHEEP!"

You freeze. Take in a breath. And exhale as slowly as possible.

"I got a baby sheep! Isn't he cute?! I was thinking of naming him Peach-"

"Yixing..." You cut him off, speaking slowly.

"Yes?" His bright, shining eyes and adorable dimple look at you.

You close your eyes, pinch the bridge of your nose and speak as nicely as possible.

"Why—Yixing—why did you buy a sheep?" 

"Well I saw him at a pet shop and as soon as I looked at the lil’ guy I couldn't look away! It was like love at first sight! He's too cute to not buy!" Yixing explains as he pets the soft fluff ball in his arms.

You watch the adoration sparkling in his eyes as he stares down at the small, absolutely adorable sheep—lamb. You think it’s cute, but you don’t live in the best place for a pet—especially a growing sheep, so how were you going to break this to him...? 

"I was thinking he could be an inside sheep, just like a puppy! We can potty-train him and he will be just like any other pet!" Yixing explains softly, yet in excitement as he looks straight into your eyes. 

The love, adoration, and hope swirling in his eyes were overwhelming, causing guilt to swirl in your stomach, as you battle within yourself.

You don’t think it’s be the best idea to have a lamb running around the house, especially with both of you being busy with your jobs as well. However, Yixing's eyes are so, so hopeful...

"...What about work?" You nibble your bottom lip.

"I have a week off, so he can get used to being around the house. Then once we go to work, we can leave him alone to see what he's like. And if he acts up, we can get someone to look after him during the day. Simple." Yixing explains so easily as if he expected the question and you sigh... 

Your eyes travel to the small, white fluff ball who, at that very moment, peaks up at you with his large, round eyes and your heart lurches into your throat—HOW COULD A LAMB BE THIS CUTE!?

You bite your lip and sigh. 

"Fine. We can keep him." 

"Thank you!" Yixing pulls you towards him by your waist and pushes his lips onto yours; his plump, soft ones moulding with yours perfectly.

He pulls back, and you can’t stop the large smile spreading onto your face as you stare into his loving, doe eyes.

Your eyes followed him until he left the room and you flopped your head back, closing your eyes to somehow block out the heat. Yet, sadly, it didn't work.

You lazed on the bed for another minute or two, until you suddenly heard the clinking and jingling of keys and lifted your head again. You felt sweat dribble down the back of your neck as you did.

"Junmyeon?" You called out as you stared at the doorway; peaking your interest. 

When you received no reply, you got up to investigate, fanning your shirt as you did. You shuffle your sweaty feet against the cool tiled floors, relishing in the feeling bestowed upon your feet.

Once you shuffled into the lounge room, you searched for the object -person- of your investigation, surprisingly coming up with nothing. You shuffled towards the kitchen, calling for him again, until something -someone- caught your eye.

"Junmyeon..." You stopped right behind your slouched over boyfriend and continued in a slow voice, "...what are you doing?"

Seemingly oblivious to the looming figure behind him, he continued to slouch and mutter to himself. You watched a droplet of sweat trickle down his exposed neck slowly, before you decided to nudge his back with your foot and repeated your question.

"Oi, what are you doing?"

"Finding a deal." Was the simple response.

For some reason, the first thing that came into your mind was some shady deal and you quickly expressed your confusion.

"What."

Your flushed cheeks lost a tiny bit of heat as your mind raced through a bunch of questions; why did he need a deal? How on earth didn't I know he was involved with that? -Who the hell does that shit in this heat? --- would it make you hallucinate that it's cold? Cause you're down-

"I'm finding an air-con." Junmyeon said and- oh...

"I can't bare this heat any longer." He leaned on your legs and looked up at you with an adorable pout.

The heat - not him! - is what made your cheeks become hotter and you carded your fingers through his sweaty, yet soft locks.

"How about we just get an ice-cream?" You suggested and explained, "It's too hot to go buy an air-con."

Junmyeon whined your name and slouched over his phone again, causing you to sigh.

"Junmyeon, I doubt you're gonna find an air-con that's close-"

"I found one!"

"...really?" You crouched down, slightly embarrassed, to get a look at the 'one'.

"It's only 3 blocks away! And it's cheap!" Junmyeon's eyes sparkled when they met yours and a smile tugged onto your lips.

"Not bad, my man, not bad." You pat his back and gleamed at him.

Junmyeon raised an eyebrow at your comment, but decided to ignore it and stood up, helping you with him.

"Let's go now." Junmyeon slipped his shoes on before you could stop him.

"I don't wanna." You pouted at the thought of walking out into the scorching heat, tugging on Junmyeon's hand.

Junmyeon looks at you for a second, most-likely wrapping his mind around the fact that his girlfriend doesn't want to go get an air-con to escape the heat. Until his eyes lit up with something you knew you would succumb to and go with him.

"We can get ice-cream on the way back."

Told you so.

"...okay, but you're paying!" You grin cheekily, slipping your shoes on and buttoning up your shirt so it didn't reveal too much, yet still cooled you down.

Suddenly, a voice came from right behind you and you screamed. You whipped around. You stared at your boss with wide, shaken eyes and a thumping heart.

"M-Minseok! You scared me..." You placed a hand over your heart as you let out a shaky breath.

Minseok chuckled, "What were you doing?"

"Pardon?" You blinked at your boss, mulling over the fact he didn't even say sorry for giving you a heart attack.

Your boss just nudged his head and you followed the direction to see his door. 

"Ah! I was just wandering...if you were...inside..." You mumbled with your cheeks reddening when you realised how weird you must've looked.

Your boss just chuckled again and offered the second cup in his hand that you just realised he was holding. 

"Ah, thank you." You bowed politely as you took the cup, your hands already warming up from the coffee.

"Just get things ready before we open." Minseok said and after receiving a nod he disappeared into his office.

You did as your boss ordered and tied the apron around you before getting started. 

As the sun started to peek above the tall buildings, your co-workers finally started to arrive. 

"Anybody here~?" a voice called out from the employees’ room and you turned around just as the door swung open.

"Good morning, Baekhyun!" You smiled at the older man who grinned at the sight of you.

"[y/nickname] ~ you're here." He skipped over with his arms wide open.

"I always am." You giggled as Baekhyun enveloped you into a hug.

"Minseok's already got you working? This early? How rude~" Baekhyun cooed as he took your face into his hands and squished your cheeks while you laughed.

"I'm so rude that I'll make you join her." Your boss’s light-hearted voice came from behind Baekhyun.

Baekhyun turned around with a dramatic gasp as he watched Minseok make another cup of coffee.

"You're so mean! I don't start until 7!" 

Minseok glanced at his watch before smiling up at Baekhyun, "Lucky it's 6:55 then. Shouldn't you be getting ready instead of squishing [y/n]'s face?"

Baekhyun pouted and turned to you to grab your hands.

"I'm sorry I have to leave you, My Love. We'll meet each other again soon." He dramatically said as tears came to his eyes.

"I'll see you in 5 minutes." You lifted an eyebrow before laughing at Baekhyun's face.

"Everyone is so rude." Baekhyun jokingly said as he stomped through the employees' door.

"We can open a little earlier today if you're ready." Minseok said to you, in which you nodded energetically.

"Okay!" 

You, with the help of Baekhyun and Jongdae, who arrived a quarter past 7, opened the café at 7:40. A few stragglers came and left, and it wasn't until 8:30 more customers started to fill the small, yet popular cafe. 

You were busily working when the doorbell jingled again to signify yet another customer. You saw Baekhyun working hastily at the cashier, a huge line already forming.

"[Y/n], go help Baekhyun. I'll take over here." Luhan, who just arrived, quickly rushed you away.

You took no time in opening the second cashier and called for the next customer.

"Good morning, Sir!" You smiled at the short male who was staring up at the menu board with a completely horrified look.

"What would you like today?" You asked with a slightly worried look as the man stared at you.

"A-ah... I-I w-wou..." He kept stumbling over his words as he looked severely conflicted.

"Are you alright, Sir?" You blinked as you looked the man up and down.

"I-I don't s-speak Korea..." The man blushed.

"Oh! Which language do you speak?" You glanced at Baekhyun quickly to see him busy working.

The man said something, however you couldn't understand. The male seemed to start panicking, until a tall male stepped up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder, saying something in what sounded like Chinese.

You stared at the tall male with your mouth agape.

'Holy cow. Is this dude a model!?' You internally screamed as your cheeks reddened.

The tall man's soft looking hair was striking black, which contrasted perfectly with his pale, smooth, soft skin. His eyes were dark brown, looking right into your eyes—into your soul. 

Wait.

Into your eyes!?

"P-pardon?" You thanked your automatic serving manners as you blushed.

"He said he'd like a tall espresso with white milk." The male’s Korean rolled of his tongue perfectly like a native—wait... 

"Tall espresso with white milk?" You smiled as you punched in the order as your mind wandered.

"Anything else?" You glanced at the short male before looking back up at the taller man.

The tall man said something to the other male who shook his head and said something back then looked back at you.

"I'd like a tall Americano with skim milk." He said, and you focused on his accent.

"Is that all?" You asked after putting the order in as your mind was still focused on the man.

"That's all." 

You grabbed two cups and wrote what each drink was, then looked back at them.

"Who's the order for?"

"Sehun." 

Ahh he is Korean.

"Please wait at the pick-up counter." You smiled brightly as the two men walked away.

"Nex-" 

You froze.

...There wasn't a line anymore...

You looked at Baekhyun with wide eyes to see him smirking at you as he leaned onto the counter.

"I see Mister good-looking over there caught your eye." 

You instantly became red and ran to the coffee machines before Baekhyun could say anything else.

However, you paused as you picked up the cup for the Americano and stared at it. You smiled and grabbed a pen. You started to think up a good pick up line.

'A tall just for a tall guy? No'

'You're hot enough to be coffee? No'

'You're as hot as this Americano?'  

‘Perfect.’

You smiled and nodding to yourself you wrote that onto the cup in your best writing. You made the Americano with the utmost precision to make sure it'd be the best Americano the male would ever have.

Then as you were walking up to the pick-up counter, you froze. 

Holy cow. You had to hand it to him. NO. OMGkpjlmsns you CAN'T.

You spotted Luhan walking towards you and rushed towards him. 

"Luhan! Here! Call them out! They're for Sehun! Okay? Okay! Bye! Thanks!" You ran off after handing the drinks to a completely defenceless and confused Luhan.

You quickly ran to the cashier counter and hid under it, Baekhyun gave you a look that screamed 'wtf’, but you quickly shushed him, to see if you could hear them.

"Sehun?" Luhan's unsure voice called out and you held your breath. 

"Thank you." 

You heard the tall male’s voice, along with a quiet highly accented 'thank you' most likely from the tall male's companion. 

You peeked over the counter just as the male looked at his cup, his friend's finger pointing at the writing.

A smile bloomed on the males face and holy shit. Your breath was just knocked out of you at his beauty. You smiled, and your eyes sparkled.

Wait.

OMGAOWLSPMAQLPWAM

Your face ignited and ducked under the counter with your hand clamped over your mouth. 

He...

You can't.

He...

Your heart leaps at your unfinished thought.

He looked…

AT YOU. 

AND FRICKEN SMILED.

You were tapping furiously at your phone as a grin played on your lips whilst you glanced at the male on the other side of the room. The male was currently chuckling with his friends - which is a rare sight you had concluded through your 'study' - so you just had to inform your best friend, Jongin. He has a massive crush on the short male, Kyungsoo.

Once you had texted him, not even a minute had passed when you received a reply. You two proceeded to fangirl/boy over the oblivious male the rest of the lesson. When the lesson had finally ended, you packed up your stuff as quickly as possible and bounced your way to the cafeteria where you'd meet up with Jongin—like always.

It was usually just Jongin, with the stray ChanBaek every now and then.

However, the tall, handsome male talking and sitting with Jongin was not Baekhyun and definitely not Chanyeol. So, who the fuck was this devilishly handsome man?

Your question was answered as soon as Jongin caught sight of you.

"[y/nickname]! Come here." Jongin grinned while excitingly waving you over, pulling you down next to him to introduce the intimidatingly handsome male in front of him.

"This is Oh Sehun, he's my roommate this year!" Jongin excitedly said with a large, goofy, adorable smile.

"Sehun-ah this is my best friend I was telling you about! This is [y/f/n]!" Jongin sounded even more excited to introduce you to this new species of man.

(Or maybe he was the same species as Jongin? They were both tall and extremely handsome...)

"Nice to meet you." A melodic voice brought you out of your thoughts as you stared at Sehun.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Sehun." You mumbled back shyly.

"I got your lunch already, [y/n/n]." Jongin pushed the tray you hadn't noticed towards you with another cute grin.

You grinned back, "Thanks Nini~"

You started eating and were so focused on your food—since you were starving—that you hadn't notice Jongin and Sehun talking until you were done. You looked up to see them deeply immersed into conversation about dancing; Jongin listening attentively to Sehun as he described a dance move or something. You felt like a proud mum when her child finally found a friend and smiled.

(They're definitely the same species)

Your attention was suddenly caught by one of Sehun's moves; he demonstrated a sitting body roll PERFECTLY and holy cow he's wearing a tight button up shirt. In those few seconds, your eyes saw every single rippling muscle under the tight-fitted shirt and your heart was crying. You weren't an ab, or muscle kinda gal, but that body-roll with that goddamn tight-fitting shirt was HEAVEN. You've been blessed.

However, you were so distracted by your new acquaintance that you didn't notice your alarm for your next class had gone off until you felt someone poke your cheek. You whipped your head around to see an innocent smiling Jongin.

"Don't you have class, [y/n/n]?" He blinked while tilting his head cutely.

"Class? Wh-I HAVE CLASS!! JONGIN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME OH MY GAWD IM GONNA BE LATE AHHHHHHH." You scrambled up and stumbled over the seats while frantically waving bye to the two boys.

Luckily, you got to class on time.

~

When you received a text from Baekhyun containing an extremely cute video of Kyungsoo (don't ask why he sent it to you and not Jongin), you immediately bounced out of your dorm with a quick 'going to Jongin's' to your roommate, not leaving any time for her to reply. You bounced out of the female dorms and bounced your way to the male dorm building.

You sent a quick text to Jongin saying you 'got the good stuff' and once you reached he's dorm level you happily bounced over to his door. You swung it open without thought and strode in, only to let out a strangled cry once you saw the bare back of a man.

"WHA-WHO- JONGIN!!!!!" You stumbled onto Jongin's bed in fright and shock.

The bare-backed male kept moving up and down on the floor.

You stared at him until you realised who the sweaty, shirtless man was.

"Sehun!?" You screamed.

'WHY IS HE SHIRTLESS-WTF IS THIS,' you screamed in your head.

Then you noticed how he was doing the same move over and over and over again... He was doing push ups.

Actually, he was doing push ups with TWO FINGERS—WHAT FUCKING EVEN

"What the hell are you made of???" You accidentally said loudly and quickly clamped your hands over your mouth.

However...he just kept doing push ups...not a single reaction...which now that you've noticed...He hasn't looked up, freaked out or hasn't stopped doing push ups since you've entered...

You leaned off the edge of the bed to peak at he's face, and noticed earphones hanging around his face.

That must be why he hasn't noticed you yet.

You forgot you was hanging off the bed for a second from your deep thoughts, so when Sehun suddenly made eye contact with you, you freaked out and fell off the bed head first with a strangled cry. You groaned as you heard shuffling, along with a soft chuckle.

"Are you okay?" A sweaty God-crafted face peered over you with amusement swirling in his dark eyes.

"What type of species are you...?" You mumbled quietly while nursing your sore head as you sat up.

Sehun chuckled, "Jongin isn't here."

You pursed your lips and looked at him suspiciously, "Why do you think I'm here for Jongin?"

Sehun raised a smug eyebrow, "You're here to watch me work out then? I don't mind an audience."

"Huh—N-No! I'm here for J-Jongin!" You quickly stuttered as your face went red.

"He said he's going to be back soon, why don't you keep me company until then?" Sehun stood up and you came face-to-face with those godly abs you absolutely didn't imagine after his body roll at lunch.

Jesus [y/n] you just met the guy.

"S-sure." You absentmindedly stumbled out, and it didn't catch up to you until you heard Sehun's smug-ass answer,

"Didn't know you were so straightforward, [y/n/n]."

"O-only Jongin calls me that!!! I'M LEAVING!!!" You said loudly as your face heated up more and basically ran out of the room with Sehun's faint 'Bye [y/n/n] ~’ trailing behind you.