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The plush surface felt surreal and stared up at the ceiling, it was quiet. Much too quiet for this house at all. Looking around, the window was open as the fresh air slowly pooled into the room.

I sat up and would slowly move from the comfort and warmth of the bed. Suddenly, a large crash came from outside of the room, most likely from the kitchen, but who could it be? I slowly made my way out of the bedroom and crept down along the corridor, peeking my head into the kitchen I saw Mark on the floor cleaning up what looked as if he had spilt a container of food on the floor. "Do you need help there?" I slowly came fully out from behind my hiding place, he looked up at me and the softest smile spread across his perfect features. "Oh, thank you y/n." I nodded and walked over, getting down on my knees as I began to pick up the pieces of food and mess that were on the floor.

Too busy tidying everything up, I barely noticed as he had stopped working beside me and was now instead of staring at me. I looked up and smiled at him. "What are you looking at Mark?" I tilted my head, eyes widening as he slowly leaned in to kiss me. My body did not move as I was in shock. I was completely still, although I closed my eyes tightly. But I never felt his lips on mine at all. What had happened?

A cold flick of the wind on my face caused me to quickly open my eyes and look around. In front of me stood Taeyong, and he was dragging Mark away who was now clearly embarrassed.

He had that sort of look on his face, he knew he was in trouble. But what for? What could have been so bad that Mark tried to kiss me? "Learn to keep it in your pants, Mark," Taeyong grumbled as he dragged him out of the kitchen and out of sight. I looked down and quickly picked up the rest of the pieces and threw it away before making sure the kitchen was spotless, it was the least I could do. Besides, I could not do anything else. I was stuck here until Taeyong said I was able to go, and he has already made that clear enough. I could not escape from them even if I wanted to, I was stuck here and I knew it very well.

I might as well get comfortable.

There was no escaping from this place and that was made much clearer by the fact that I fell from an air duct. The other members pooled through the front door in one big crowd as fangirls screamed outside.

The stomping of feet included that Taeyong was now aware that they were home, and he did not sound happy from just the way that he carried himself. I hope they were ready to feel his fury.

"What do you call this? Fangirls outside the house and you guys look like you just ran a marathon. Hurry up and get in, go take showers and put on your pyjamas.

Its movie night tonight and I guess it's Jisung's turn to choose a movie." The hallway was full of groans and sighs. It was easy to tell that the boys were not thrilled about this news.

It was quite amusing to hear if I am honest. They were like toddlers who had just been told that they are not going to be able to watch that movie that they have been dying to for the past hour. I could not help but let out a small laugh, everything stopped. All noise and movement there once now ceased to exist as that one laugh escaped. Appearing above me was Johnny. "Taeyong, I thought she was supposed to be in her room, so why is she here in the kitchen?" There was a sigh and then he was right there beside Johnny, peering down at me. "I'll take her back." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up as I stumbled along his side as he took long and powerful strides down the hallway.

"Hey, slow down!" I called to him and he just chuckled and shook his head. "Taeyong stop being a dick." He growled lowly and pushed me up against the wall, I was completely trapped, and I could not move. His dark eyes stared deeply into mine as if they searched for questions that he could not and probably would not ask. "What are you thinking..." His soft voice cut through the deathly silence.

I frowned and looked up at him with a tilted head, confused. "What do you mean?" I said quietly. He let go of me and his eyes diverted down as if he was having a battle within himself. "Never mind y/n." He gently took a hold of my arm and continued to drag me down the hallway until we reached the room.

Taeyong opened the door and guided me in. "Goodnight Y/n." I nodded and he swiftly left the room. What happened out there in the hallway? What was he going to do? My head hurt. I was thinking too much, and I knew it, but it was hard to not. He was going to do something, or he was trying to work something out. I just know it. I just need to know what.

And I promise that I will find out, I just must know what he is thinking within that dark mind of his. But somehow, he can be sweet at one moment and the next he is back to his cold and locked up self. And I am sick of it. If I am going to stay here, then I must know at least who the person is I am even staying with. How do I say it?

I cannot just go up to him and expect him to tell me everything about him that I need and want to know. It does not just work like that and I knew it. I guess I am just going to have to pluck up the courage and get to know him a little better. The Taeyong he has shown me so far definitely would not answer any of my questions about me. Crawling onto the soft covers of the bed, I climb underneath the duvet and let the soft material envelop me into its soft touch. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will work on earning his trust and trying to get back everything that went wrong at the start when we met. The last thing that comes into my mind before I drift off into a land full of dreams is him.

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