You dare, I'll come after YOU Saeran x Reader Ray x Reader

Part 11 'kissing'

After that incident, Saeran has become listless and obedient like a doll. It's almost like he's forgotten how to show emotion. Rika is extremely pleased, of course. I could care less how she feels about things.

My initial mission is officially over, Daisy has been caught. I let the association know I'm looking into something and  didn't say much else. They, for the most part, let me do what I want.

Right now I'm looking out my bedroom window, trying to calm my troubled mind. Yes, it is very troubling. The fact that I haven't called this place in yet in the name of needing more evidence. I have plenty of evidence and I know that. Have I been brainwashed? No.. Then what's keeping me?

Maybe it's bothering me I've yet to piece this puzzle together. Maybe... I look away from the window and decide to find Saeran. It's late, but I know Saeran will be awake. Hacker stuff.

"Yo, Saeran wanna get a snack?" I say as I let myself in to his room." He turns his chair around and scrunches up his pretty face in confusion. "Was the dinner I prepared not to your liking?" Everything he touches I swear to God tastes like an angel kissed it. Truly he could master in culinary.

I softly shake my head at his question. "Never doubt your cooking. It's honestly so tasty." He tries to hide a small forming smile at my comment and mumbles a small 'thank you'. Too late, I saw it. I've only known him for, what, a week or two? And I've found out that he's actually a very precious person. I do honestly believe he's bipolar though.

Saeran exits out of his coding screens and gives me his full attention as he shyly asks, "Is there anything I can make you then?" I hum at his question. This is definitely not the Saeran I originally knew. "I don't know yet, let's go explore the kitchen." I grab his hand and effortlessly lead him out of his room. We walk side by side hand in hand. His pale complexion has turned a lovely pink color.

We reach the kitchen. I go to explore the fridge as Saeran sits at the bar and watches me with a small smile. There's something about having a man who will make you apple pie in the middle of the night that's heart fluttering. But, I'll settle for something easy tonight... OH, bingo!

I turn to Saeran with a triumphant smile and lift up for him to see, an unopened container of mint ice cream. His eyes strangely sparkle at the ice cream. As I find the bowls, I tease him, "Don't tell me, the guy with pretty mint eyes likes mint ice cream?" My actions come to a halt as I see his face bloom into the darkest shade of red.

God damnit why don't I have a phone to take pictures when I need one?! As I'm swearing mentally, Saeran goes to deny it. "I-I don't." I give a smile that says 'you were too obvious'. He turns away shyly.

I give us both a generous amount of ice cream and go to sit on the bar stool next to his. He seems ..childlike almost as he eats his ice cream. I feel sick to the stomach to think of what this place has done to him. Wait...have I not called it in because I don't want Saeran to be arrested?

I don't really know what happened after that since I spaced out. By the time I focused on the real world again, Saeran had brought me to a beautiful garden. He holds my hand as he leads me to what appears to be the center. Saeran turns back to give me a beautiful smile. In the florescence lighting he looks angelic, like he should be among the flowers.

So this is really how I felt huh? Do I love him? Is it real or infatuation? I let go of Saeran's hand and walk to the nearest flower bushes. Lightly I run my fingertips over the soft petals in thought. He calls softly, "Chin-Sun?" My heart sinks. That's right, he doesn't even know who I am.

I turn around with a delicate smile. "Saeran, let's run away." He freezes up with a confused look on his face. "Chin-Sun...why would we run from eternal paradise?" Funny funny, It's the thing that has you messed up and you want to stay.

I take Saeran's hand in mine and lace or hands together as I pull him closer. "Isn't paradise what we make it?" He stiffens up at the close proximity, his face flushing. "I-I, but the savior!" Our noses are almost touching we're so close as I ask in a soft voice, "Do you love me?"

Saeran is completely charmed as he relishes the closeness and warmth it brings. "I don't deserve your love." Tears fall down his porcelain face as he continues, "But I-I love you so much." He closes his eyes as tears continue to fall.

Lightly I trace my thumb over the streaks left by his tears. I must've made my decision long ago. I really do like him. Saeran opens his eyes just in time to watch me close mine and close the gap between us. While he takes his time being stunned, I bury my hand in his hair and pull him closer.

Despite wanting to taste every bit of him, I need to take it slow since he probably has never been kissed before. So I took my time in the kiss and make it a sweet one. We part for air. Though he mainly held his breath not knowing what to do. "Darling, you're supposed to kiss back."

He squeaks at my suggestive tone. Seeing he might collapse, I push his back against a pillar. "Now...where were we?" Before he could prepare himself, I recapture his soft lips. This time, he started kissing back, imitating what I was doing. Good boy.

His legs began to quiver. Such an innocent cutie. With one arm securely around his waist, I held him tightly so he wouldn't lose his balance. God how I want to deepen the kiss. He's not ready, he's not ready. We pull apart for air one again. Saeran pants, trying to collect himself. Oh, we're not done yet.

I lightly trace his neck with the tip of my nail. He quivers at the foreign feeling. Forgive me, but this boy is much too sweet. He is sugar on the tongue and soft to the touch. From his jaw to his neck I start by giving light kisses. But the moment I start sucking on his tender skin his body jolts in surprise.

His legs completely stop working and frantically he tries to hold himself up by grabbing onto me. I lean even harder into him so he's secure against the pillar and won't slip.

I nibble and suck on his beautiful neck, littering it with marks. At first I was resolved to be gentle, now I can't stop myself. He moans every time a new place is abused. It's terribly addicting. My mind Is hazy and only filled with things I want to do to him. But, we're not even dating yet, I can't disrespect his body by going too far.

With every ounce of self control I have, I peel myself off of him. I watch as his legs fail him and he slides to a sitting down position, his back resting against the pillar. The pink tips of his hair is damp from sweat, his eyes glossy and his face flushed. Beautiful.