The sun shone bright through the window, illuminating the room, letting daylight enter through the windows. The day looked cloudy, and with it, snow was starting to fall. The day was chilly, and in a few days, the streets would be covered with the white diamonds, freezing everything at its way. Chaerin stirred on bed as she felt the rays of sun hit her face. She grabbed the pillow to put it over her face, and as she did, she touched what was unmistakably a human body besides her. Widening her eyes, she instinctively grabbed the dagger that was under her pillow and moved quickly on top of the person besides her, putting the dagger to his throat. As she did, the grogginess on her slowly faded, and the constant movements under her made her move her head sideways to clear the remaining grogginess on her.
Jiyong, who was laughing underneath her, slowly grabbed the dagger and let it rest on his side, then put his hands on her hips, and slowly put her aside, moving with her. "Exhaustion has its ups and downs, but I think killing your boyfriend while he's vulnerably sleeping it's a definite down honey." He said, slowly caressing her face. She took a deep breath, trying to remove the shock from her chest. She looked around; she has never seen that place before. Clean white sheets covered the bed while white curtains covered the windows, white sparks of now were being visible through the rays of daylight, reason why the Sun so abruptly interrupted her much needed sleep.
The room was stupidly clean; the relaxing scent of lavender could be smelled, on the curtains, on the bed sheets, on the floor, everywhere. The vanity was clean, no bottles of perfume, no brush, nothing was on top of it besides the mirror. There was a black sofa on a corner of the room – which was quite big – and a coffee table with a crystal top on the center, it looked like some sort of living room. There was no T.V on the room, and the spacious place gave of a feeling of modernity. She looked back at Jiyong, who was sitting up, and smiled.
"Where am I?" She asked, to which Jiyong responded with a chuckle.
"It's one of my apartments." He said, now standing up from bed, he wore no shirt, only his skinny jeans, also, he was barefooted, to Chaerin's surprise. His hair was a golden mess, and as he moved, Chaerin could see the wounds on his toned body, the tattoos that surrounded it. She looked at him as he turned to look at her, his left eye was swollen and his lips looked purplish, as if they were also bruised, there was a red wound on his neck that went down his chest, under it, a terrifying wound ran through his abdomen like a snake, and she felt her heart skip a beat as she saw that perfect body covered in wounds, and as she looked closely, she could identify some old scars, a history of his most hated past, she thought.
"One of your apartments? Wouldn't they find us here?!" She said, realizing the obvious. Jiyong shook his head smiling.
"No, this one no one knows about, only Youngbae, Seungri, and Daesung and... Seunghyun..." He said the last name with such despair even Chaerin felt saddened.
"Seunghyun is TOP, right?" She asked, to which Jiyong nodded. She had known Seungri as Seunghyun all her life, so it was sort of weird for her to call someone else as that.
"Yeah, we bought this place as a hideout, always thinking something like this could happen, and, well, it came out handy sometimes too." He said, and now walked towards his vanity, opened a drawer and pulled a black t-shirt from it. Chaerin slowly moved to the edge of the bed, the sheets falling from her body as she did. She stood up, and as she did, a cold breeze hit her legs, and she looked down, only to find out she was wearing only a long shirt and her underwear.
"May I know how I got here?" She asked and Jiyong nodded as he put the shirt over his head.
"You passed out on James's car. You're a heavy sleeper you know?" He said, to which Chaerin raised an eyebrow, she had never been a heavy sleeper before. "Or that was probably because you were dead tired, I don't know." He said and walked towards a white door.
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Collide
ActionHe was her job, he was her business, but she, she was his everything, his life, his hopes and dreams. While he loved every bit of her, she regretted ever meeting him. He was her job, but she, she was never good at doing as told.