The Player // Baekhyun's FF [EN]

3. Blackmailing

~~~ Like rain, like music - Baekhyun~~~

"W... what?" she stuttered. She was in too big of a shock to even understand the whole meaning of the short sentence he formed.

"You heard me," he dared to mock her, looking at her intensively, like he did when he watched her performance, just half an hour ago. How could she suddenly end up here in hall, with him saying stupid things?

"Are you insane?" she exclaimed, still not quite sure if what he said wasn't her hearing stuff.

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much. So what do you say?" he replied. She was thinking that he might be pranking her right now. She narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to him, so she could easily slap him across his face, if the situation, became more unmanageable.

"What do I say? That you are probably bored with your own life, so you seek amusement in making fun of ordinary people like me. That is what I am saying," she noticed how his eyes sparkled, while she was talking to him. The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought the urge to smirk at her again. She had to say, that this handsome person was learning quickly. She was sure, he restrained himself from provoking her, while she was in this fragile state.

"I'm completely serious with my offer, Dawn," he countered without hesitation this time. His eyes were burning with something, which automatically set her insides on fire. She had to look away from his gaze, because it made her confused.

"Why? I mean... how the hell you know my name?" she realized one thing, this guy knew stuff about her. Just few people knew her whole name, otherwise everyone always call her by her nickname. Dee was afraid, that he might know more. This made her want to run for her life, even more than before.

"I heard someone say it in the show room," he said quickly, but this time he didn't look in her eyes, instead he darted his sight on the tips of his shoes.

"Why, why do you want me as a trainee? That doesn't make any sense," she studied his flawless face. Oh, dang it, being just few minutes in his presence, will surely turn her into the insecure wreck.

"I have my reasons," he answered evasively. She snorted sarcastically.

"Okay, let's pretend I would say yes, do you seriously believe, I'd drop everything and just went with wherever you probably want me to go?" she exclaimed, being sure that he has some kind of mental issue.

"Every other girl would be going crazy at this point. It's a big opportunity and even bigger for a musician like you," he explained calmly. She lifted her eyebrows.

"Right, you are right in everything you just said. But, first of all, I'm not every other girl and secondly, I'm alright with things being the way they are," she stated in the same calm way, he did.  She was watching his expression fall down, frown forming on his handsome face.

"You are lying," he retorted quietly, giving her another intense look, like he knew what impact it has on people around, when he does that. Before she could drown in the chocolatey brown pools of his eyes, her savior - temper, kicked in.

"I'm not," Dee yelped, feeling her face getting bright red.  Why does it feel like he knows exactly, how miserable her life is? She hated it. She hated to be so exhausted every day. She hated to deal with the two other part time jobs, just to survive from one week to another. She hated not to have enough time to study, which led to her low grades and inadequate attendance.  She hated to live in awful share house, in the smallest box room ever. She hated to be on her own her entire life.

"I know you are lying into my face right now. You are not happy living, like this. Are you telling me you like the way your boss is treating you? You like the pay? You like to starve?" he tormented her without any guilt. His gaze was pure fury, making her to stop breathing for a moment. She could feel tears flooding her eyes threatening to reach the edge.