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Silhouettes of the light filter through the curtains and fall upon your sleeping figure. The fragments become distorted and float in a variety of directions, they went all over the room. I slowly woke up and looked around the room, it was unfamiliar, and I had had never been there in my entire life. Silky red material slid across my skin as the bed was covered in it. The bed was soft and relaxing, just how I liked them to be – even though my one at home was not always as cosy as this.
Who had brought me here?
Most importantly, who had undressed me? I was now dressed in a small nightgown; it was disturbing for a stranger to have taken me out of the café that I have worked in for so many years, but the fact that I had also been undressed from my jeans and jumper into this skimpy thing was the icing on the cake. I crept out of the bed and wrapped the blanket around me to at least saved some of my dignity. This was so disturbing, and I hated it. I went over to the door and twisted the doorknob. A soft click came as it opened, and in front of me in the hallway stood Mark Lee? Never in my life would I ever thought this is how I would meet him. Am I still dreaming?
"She's awake!" He grinned.
My eyes widened and I stumbled back, grabbing for the bed as I tried to balance myself. Though it failed and I quickly fell to the floor and landed on my buttocks. Of course, it is not a bloody dream, one of the men I had been watching on the screen and supporting for so many years was in front of me and this is how I introduce myself to him. By falling on my butt. He looked down at me clearly confused at why I had reacted in such a manner. "Hello?" I said quietly. Mark walked into the room and walked go over to me, holding out his hand and in one swift movement he had pulled me up and back onto my feet from the floor – despite the fact it was surprisingly comfortable.
"Thanks." I refused to look him in the eyes.
I could already see his frown above me, there was something wrong. "What's the matter?" He tilted my chin in order to look up at him. Seriously – what was this, a romance novel from 2014? I honestly would not be surprised if I were still fast asleep in my bed at home right now wishing this were all real. His face remained serious either way, and his eyes searched for answers in my hazel eyes. "Nothing is wrong apart from the fact I was just, oh you know, kidnapped from my café in the middle of the night for no absolute reason at all. Also, the fact that I wake up practically naked in some strangers bed and now I'm face to face with one of my favourite idols." I shook my head, my cheeks heated up. Did I just say that? Someone was clearing their throat. My eyes wandered to the doorway and there he stood. Taeyong stood there wearing all black, and his eyes had even matched the colour – which went against from how warm they usually looked. His muscles tensed in his shirt as my eyes were glued to them.
I finally managed to move them from his muscles and to his face. "Like what you see Princess?" He raised an eyebrow at me. Princess? Who the hell does he think he is to call me princess? Do I look like someone who runs around after princes and wear ball gowns? No. I do not think so. "No, not really. And I do not appreciate being kidnapped either. What kind of sicko kidnaps someone from their place of work, drag them to a random building and then undress them? I should call the police on you if I am honest. That might be a smarter idea then sitting here with you, wouldn't it?"
He chuckled and shook his head at me, tutting and looking so smug. "Well, you passed out after finding out that I am Taeyong from NCT and you expected me to just leave you there. What if something happened to you while you were in that vulnerable state, do you really think I would have just left you there all alone?" He raised an eyebrow at me. It still does not excuse the fact that he undressed me and put me into this kind of outfit, or whoever it was that changed me. It is way to revealing and short.
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