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"Well then, Taeyong why did you take me?" I said again in a quiet and gentle voice as I looked over at him and waited for my reply.

His head turned and he stared at me for a moment before his lips parted as if he was going to speak, yet no words came out. We just sat there in pure silence. It was as if someone had snatched the words right out of him. "Y/n..." He started as he slowly sat up and ruffled his hair. Why was he acting like this just from my simple question?

"Please Taeyong. I just want to know why you took me, I am so confused, and I do not know why I am here and what you even want from me. His eyes had a sort of sorrow and sadness within them. Two diamonds from the rough and they hid secrets. Dark secrets. Only one could discover what was hidden within those orbs and what his intentions were.

"Fine."

I sat up and got comfortable as I waited for what came next. "We were at the restaurant and I had told you that I was Taeyong from NCT and you went unconscious. I had caught you just before you hit the floor as you had fallen off the table. I did not know what to do but I had to help you. I carried you back out to the others and we looked over you while we waited for you to wake back up, but it did not happen for a while. We waited for an hour before we realised that you were not going to wake up for the rest of the night. It got late and we were thinking of what we could have done with you as we could not exactly just leave you there. Just in case something had happened to you, it would have been our faults. This guy came to the restaurant doors and told us to open and so we complied, and he burst through.

He looked down at you with this sort of hunger in his eyes and claimed that he was your boyfriend. Though it was not quite convincing, yet he attempted to grab you, so we separated him from trying to get to you and called some others to come pick us up. They arrived 10 minutes later and the only way they had even managed that was because I told them it was important, and they sped over.

Mark put you in the car while me and Johnny kept the guy in the restaurant. He seemed dangerous and I took him to be dangerous. He had the aura of someone who could potentially take damage and I was not about to take that chance with my members, and you are around. We got in the car and sped away from him, but he just began to chase after us. No matter how fast we drove, he continued to run. He went through alleyways and just kept going. We went through so many streets just to get away from him, yet he just continued to pop up behind us and sometimes beside us. To be fair, it was quite creepy and not many of the members was keen on the fact that he had kept popping up. We finally managed to lose him when we were only 15 minutes from the house. He was not roaming around, and we just decided that we should go home.

There were no signs of him being near, so we thought it was safe. It was on our way back that we did not notice that he was just hidden in the shadows and was still following us. He got into the house and we left your room that night he had snuck in and was watching you sleep. We dragged him out and threw him away from the estate and we have not seen him since. And so that's what happened that night."

Oh.

Why do I feel unsafe? Like the fact that I cannot stay in this room anymore knowing that someone random had stalked us all the way back here and came into this room and stared at me. Who knows what they could have done to me if Taeyong had not caught him and dragged him out? No. Y/n do not think like that, he would not have done anything, isn't it? "Taeyong, I don't feel safe..." We held eye contact for a moment before I looked away, he cleared his throat and stood up. "Then come with me." I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared up at him, what does he mean? He walked to the door and opened it before walking back out and began to walk down the hallway. I would rather not stay in here by myself. I got up and ran from the room, slowing down since he was not far away. We walked in silence down the hallway until he stopped outside a room. The doors looked old; it was the same room I had once tried to get inside of one day.

His hand reached out and twisted the handle and pushed the doors open. Inside was a bedroom, his bedroom. He strode into it and went to his dressing table and took out a pair of sweatpants. I took small baby steps within the large doors and closed them behind me. The room had white walls and dark wooden floors. He had a king-sized bed near a pair of large windows that had cream-coloured curtains draped across them. It was a cosy feeling that you would get from this room and that is why he likes it.

But where was I going to sleep? If he brought me here because I did not feel safe in my room anymore then it must be to stay in here. But where in here is what I was interested in. There was no sofa, just a bed. "You can have the bed." I jumped as I heard his voice come from behind me. He threw duvets on the floor and laid down on his back. "Oh, but don't you want to sleep on the bed?" I slowly climbed onto the plush surface and went under the covers. It was soft and comfortable. "No, it's fine, you can sleep on it." I frowned. He will end up hurting his back if he sleeps on the floor with just duvets under him. He needs a mattress to sleep on. "But won't your back hurt? You need the mattress more than me." He simply shook his head and sighed. "Just go to sleep y/n." I shook my head and crawled off the bed and began to pull his arm.

"Just sleep on the fricking bed, Taeyong." He glared at me and stood up, getting on the bed, and scooting over to one side of it. I began to sit down on the duvets that were laid on the floor. "What do you think you're doing?" Taeyong raised an eyebrow at me, as if he did not expect me to do something like that. "Letting you have the whole bed?" He groaned and grabbed my arm, making me fall onto the bed face first. "Ow." I whined quietly. He chuckled and shook his head as he continued to pull me fully onto the bed. I sat up and rolled my eyes at him as I moved to the other side of the bed and got underneath the covers, rolling up into a little ball. "You're so small." He laughed quietly. Wait- He's laughing. That is new, I have never heard him laugh before but I did not like it for this reason. "Stop laughing at me!" I poked my head out of the blanket and scowled at him, but it only increased his laughter.

"I hate you." I turned away from him and moved out of my ball form. I laid straight on the bed; the duvet covered over my shoulders as I disappeared within it. Just as the laughter died down, I heard movement coming from behind me. "Y/n, do you actually hate me?" His voice was timid, he was unsure of what I would say next. "No." I shook my head and turned, quickly catching a glance at his bare chest. Oh sweet Jesus. I quickly turned back around and would rest my head on the pillow as I closed my eyes tightly. "You alright there?" I could already tell he was smirking. It was inevitable. It truly was and I was scared to turn back around in case I saw it. He could be so intimidating sometimes, and it was even worse with the fact that I am in a bed with him. He cleared his throat as if to grab my attention.

Taeyong, you already have it.

"What?" I turned my head to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He sighed and repeated his question, "Are you alright?" I nodded and turned around, so I was facing him as he stared into my eyes. Our heads were resting on both pillows, yet we said nothing at all, it was a comfortable silence. "Do you like it here?" His voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I sighed. "I don't know, but I would really like to go home." Wait, I was supposed to go home tonight, wasn't I? I am so comfortable now though; I will just go tomorrow. Its fine. His hand reached out and lifted my chin back up to look at him as I had instead started staring down at the blanket. "It's really nice here..." He nodded and let go of me. What is he thinking?

He is always so secret; I just want to know what is going on in that mind of his. But I am going to have to leave tomorrow to go home. I cannot stay here for much longer and my mother is probably getting worried about me.