Master?! - A Yoonseok Fanfic

Parking Lot "Agreement"

"Hey, get up already," I hear a voice, waking me from my sleep.

My eyes open, and I meet a beautiful pair of eyes. The fuck? I sit up quickly, accidently locking my lips with his.

"Wow, you sure take your job as my property seriously. Kissing me as soon as you wake up," rude guy told me as I looked down in embarrassment, "Plus, you were sleeping on my lap, baby."

I puff my cheeks. Does he ever stop being such a flirt? I look around and notice we were still backstage in the same place as yesterday.

I'm guessing he noticed and said "You fell asleep right after our chat. You must have been exhausted, baby."

I yawn as a response.

"Heh, you're cute, baby."

"Oh, come on. I have to deal with you as soon as I get up? Can't you give me a break?"

"No can do, baby. You're my property, so you have to deal with me until you manage to pay up the money."

Oh, that was true. I'd almost forgotten. We both stood up, streched, and headed for the back entrance. Noticing that rude guy was still a little sleepy and walking a little slow, I made up my mind. If I had any chance, it would have to be now! I dashed out as quickly as I could, pushing the door open, being slowed down by my aching sore muscles. Shit, why now? I heard a "Hey!" behind me. Was he this fast? I tried to speed up, but failed due to the pain in my joints. Before I knew it, I was tackled onto the parking lot, my back on the rough bumpy street.

"Ow!"

"Whoops, sorry," he said as he got back up, "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, just fine, thankyou."

He offered his hand and I took it reluctantly, wanting to get up by myself. This just made me look weak. He pulled me up and our eyes met, staring for a few seconds longer than needed. My blood rose to my cheeks as quickly as it left. He wasn't going to see that I was flustered, no way!

"So, did you think you could outrun me? Hehe, sorry to break it to you baby, but I am hella fast."

"Yeah, yeah. I know now," I said as I brushed the dirt and dust off my pants and the back of my shirt.

I made my way towards my car. It's finally time for me to get home and forget this dude. My hands went to my pocket, but my keys weren't there. Where did they go? I heard a jingle behind me and automatically knew what had happened to them. Rude guy had taken them! I turned around roughly, a little pissed at his actions.

"Calm down, I'll give them to you after I talk. You have to come with me. You're my property remember?" He said this while curling his lips into a smirk.

Why does my life always have to run into trouble? First, it's my getting almost beat to death by my stepbrother. Then, it's owing all this money. And now, it's meeting this guy. Man, I never get a break.

"Fine, can I at least go back to my place and get my things?" I said accepting once and for all that I had to go, but not the fact that I was his "property".

"Yeah, go ahead," he said with a smile, handing me my keys and a slip of paper, "This is my phone number; call me when you're done, I'll go pick you up. Bye, baby."

He left in such a rush, maybe he even skipped? No way, grown men don't do that. Or do they? Well, I mean I should know. I'm a man after all. Welp, it's time to go home. I wonder what I should pack.