The only thing you could see was darkness, the only thing you could hear was faint calling in the distance. The voice was getting clearer with every passing 5 seconds until you heard those words in a sincere and charming voice:
"Wake up, my dove~" after hearing that you realized you had your eyes shut because you passed out earlier so you opened your eyes to see who was standing next you. It was no one other than Izumi Sena. The boy who approached you few weeks before.
[Assuming you got kidnapped] You have heard about various stunts like that happening where at least one of the members of Knights was involved. But it felt different since you weren't that close with Izumi.
"I'm glad you're okay" said Izumi while reaching out his hand to touch your cheek gently. His skin touching yours felt so soft almost like a touch of a feather.
You struggled to recall what happened before you passed out but you couldn't focus because you had to look into Izumi's deep blue eyes.
"Still in shock, eh?" he reacted to your silence "Maybe I should check for any injuries on your head..." he paused, his glare turned cold as he moved closer. "Or maybe there are other spots I should check?" he continued scanning your body with his gaze. It was clear that he hasn't done much without having your permission.
"I can't feel anything hurting besides my head but it's always worth to check and see." you replied calmly but on the inside you were unsure what Izumi was going to do.
You were hoping Izumi would leave the room but instead he grabbed your hand and whispered "Why are you wearing those gloves all the time? he inched even closer. His next words were said with a concern in his tone "Are there any scars you haven't told me about? There must be lots since we never talked about something like this..." it seemed like he remembered everything you ever talked about. Hoping to have your trust somehow, at that moment, he tried to show how much he cared about you.
You didn't know how to answer his question. Those gloves were hiding something even more embarrassing than scars. The proof of other type of bad habits you had.
"Was that insensitive?" Izumi reacted to your silence again looking at you with puppy eyes as if begging for forgiveness quietly. "I just need to know if there's anything wrong. I promise I will help you deal with it." saying that he kneeled down like a true knight in front of you before continuing "Please, trust me."
"I will" you responded quietly. As you were a huge fan of Knights, you just couldn't reject one of them like it's nothing. Izumi really seemed to care about you despite not knowing much about your life.
After hearing your response Izumi proceeded to take off one of your gloves off your hand to soon reveal broken and dirty nails. Seeing that he sighed heavily before getting up and proceeding to leave the room. "Please wait for me here. I'll be right back." Izumi said before closing the door behind him.
While waiting for Izumi to return, you changed your position a few times. From sitting on the bed while half-laying-down to kneeling on it and then to sitting up. Eventually, out of boredom, you ended up wrapping the duvet around you like a little cocoon. Soon after that Izumi entered the room holding a toiletry bag.
Izumi chuckled before speaking up "Well, that's an unusual yet cute thing to come back to." he walked up to you and put the toiletry bag down on the floor and kneeled back down in front of you. "Hold out your hand, please. I'm going to take care of your nails for you." he said in a gentle manner as he held out his own hand towards you.
You held out your, now revealed, hand his way not knowing what to say. You really appreciated how much Izumi cared about you. It was also a chance to get to know him as a model and as a person.
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"His prisoner" | Enstars | Izumi Sena x Reader
FanfictionIzumi Sena x reader but risky Backstory: One day after watching a Live performance of Knights. Izumi approached you and asked for your phone number. Since that day you would exchange texts and call whenever you both had time. Few weeks later someone...