Alluring Disaster (Coming Soon)

|Prologue|

"Instead of seeing you again, I would rather choose death, Dalia," his ravaged deep voice drummed against her ear.

She convulsed her head, in desperate need to get those thoughts to shrink in the darkest nook of her head. Her lungs were melting in need of oxygen, her skin bristling in the wintry downpour but her hefty legs didn't halt. Dalia floundered upon the stairs, panting hard as she traipsed across the bridge, entering that part of town that wasn't meant for a girl like her.

Like she even cared.

"Please, let him be alright." She pleaded at the fluttering dusty cloud, finally ceasing in front of a paltry house.

The water droplets embellished her crazy mass of long inky eyelashes, rose dust sprinkled on her round cheeks and her roseate lips quivered in harsh weather. It did not surprise her since just an hour ago there was a weather forecast regarding thunderstorms.

It was as if nature was celebrating her devastation.

Dalia fisted her hands so hard at her knuckles almost burst open. She puffed in an icy breath, shuddering as she walk to the wooden door and slammed her fists like a psychopath.

"Open the door, I know you are in there!" She screamed, knowing well how he hated dragging attention and her little stunt would do that exact same.

"Ope-"

The wooden door swung open, revealing a tall man who incinerate her with his dragon eyes. His jaw clenched by her mere presence but Dalia didn't waver.

"I need to see him, right now. I know he is here. He was released just this morning," she spoke, but somehow her voice was a sheer whisper. "Namjoon, I really want to see him."

The elder boy scoffed, treading closer and looking dead into her eyes. Dalia guzzled in pure fear, not abandoning her ground cause she knew she deserved this antipathy.

"The only one that's stopping me from breaking you right now is him. Him dreaming about trash like you," Namjoon whispered in her ear and jolted his shoulder with hers while walking past the broken girl. 

"Namjoon it's-" She quenched her words knowing it didn't matter now. What's done is done.

The door was left unfasted and Dalia attentively seized a step in the cushy house. The sudden warmth embraced her but the gloomy vapors smothered her, fogging her lucid thoughts as she sauntered in further. She was familiar with the house, so freaking familiar although now it ached to even take a step ahead knowing she wasn't worth being here.

"I know you are here. Why are you being a coward now? Show me your damn face," She uttered, the thick sheen of ice dredging her voice.

Her hands clutched the fabric of her drenched freezing dress and strolled by itching to scale the stairs to his room. But abruptly a dead grip grasped her arm, and before she could register anything, she was slammed on the wall, hard enough to daunt a gasp of pain.

Her eyes scrunch shut when she felt his tall frame towering over her. The familiar zeal oozing from his body and his heavenly scent always made her wonder if he was some celestial being. Her lips parted, shivering underneath him. 

"You had a fucking audacity to show me your face." There was so much animosity in his deep voice, the voice she couldn't get out of her head, that kept roiling in her blood like a spicy wine.

She felt him squeezing into her, so close that she could feel the rage in his ragged breaths, the unsaid resentment in his tensed moves. 

You deserve this. Look in his eyes and tell him that you won.