Master?! - A Yoonseok Fanfic

His Message

Somehow, one way or another, I managed to fall asleep for a bit despite the fact that I was struggling for more than an hour. My face was against the cold wall when I awoke and my bed felt empty. Why was I feeling confused? Rude guy had only slept with me one night. What made me think that he would sleep with me tonight too?

I really don't understand what I'm doing. Here I am in a home with strangers and I pretty much left the life I have been so used to. Who am I? Do I even know anymore?

"You awake?"

Woah, he's awake too? It's around three in the morning! Despite not wanting to answer, I let out a small grunt to let him know I was awake.

His voice was raspy, tired, and laced with something I couldn't quite describe.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm here, that you're here. That we're here together. You aren't alone, and neither am I. I know it's a little weird, the way I just brought you to my home without a second thought. The truth is I wanted to take you away from those monsters you were living with. I just couldn't bare the thought of you staying there for more time.

I'm sorry about all this. I know it's hard on you, leaving so much behind. I understand how that feels, I do. I just want you to know that if you need me, I'll be here."

Is he a mind-reader? Although he seemed to respond to my question, I didn't know what to say and honestly I didn't know how I felt or was supposed to feel. Thus, I didn't say anything. I was hoping he thought I was asleep because he was also silent before I heard soft snoring.

How was I supposed to react? By saying thank you or sorry for making him worry? I don't even know how I feel, but what I did feel was warmth. This time it wasn't physical but deep in my chest. It felt a bit strange, and for some reason I started remembering my childhood.

My mother's, father's, and brother's smiling faces as we played on the beach. The excitement when being at a amusement part: playing games, riding attractions, and eating cotton candy. I also remembered applying to a hip hop class when I was younger. Man, was that fun! There were kids my age learning so many things: singing, rapping, and dancing.

Dancing had been my most favorite of the three, and I couldn't help but feel adrenaline rush through me when I saw others dancing. I gotta say, though, I wasn't very good at first. Accidently, I chuckled out loud a bit.

I remembered falling on my face after attempting a spin. That was so embarrassing! One of the younger kids had helped me up before running back to his group, and my family had rushed over to me. They had so much concern on their faces and they smiled at me in reassurance. The memory brought tears to my eyes, but strangely it didn't hurt.

The warmth in my heart seemed to spread even more and tears silently fell onto my, well rude guy's, pillow. I rolled over from the wall to face the bed across the room. I heard rude guy's soft breathing and saw the moonlight illuminating his face through the small cracks between the curtains. You know, what? I think I actually like it here quite a bit, and who knows, I might be able to find who I am.

For now, I'm just going to keep up with everything and enjoy what feels like some sort of warmth around these half strangers. Wait, really, what am I thinking? Do I even think it's possible? Am I even accepted in this place? I'm just trying to repay debt, and I think they might also feel the same way. What am I even doing, thinking all these nice things about them?

I shouldn't trust them, but I can't help but feel safe. I smile as my tears slowly dry and my eyes start to get droopy again.

"Thank you," I whisper my response to rude guy.