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It was quiet. The kind of quiet, where nothing could be heard, except your own thoughts and helpless heartbeat. The silence The silence caressed my skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing my soul, taking away my jagged edges. It had been one hell of a rough day. The storm had ebbed to nothingness, now the silence was as pure as the wintry blanket outside.
The silence was incredulously dangerous, it made me feel vulnerable. The vulnerability was unbearable and the dangerous thoughts were making their presence inside my brain, increasing my anxiety and fear to the point that all my weak points and fears were exposed. I was standing, but I felt like falling, shriveled by the other ones presence in the room.
There was a crunch of gravel behind me, not the kind of continuous noise you'd get from a rolling car, but the defined short crunch of a footstep. The darkness pressed in on me as I fought the urge to turn around. Then there came another crunch, this time lighter and slower as if the maker of the noise was trying to be quieter, to sneak up on me perhaps.
I wasn't really conscious of what the hell was even taking place there, as the tiredness was making its effect, kicking into my veins.
I was conscious of the fact that I was cornered and imprisoned in the enemy's hands, i was conscious that I was trapped between God knows how many security armed with weapons and trained since their young days.
And I was conscious of the fact that the person who was previously standing behind me at a decent distance was threatening close almost pressing into my body. I felt a hand holding firmly onto my waist, my body jumping in surprise, a wave of shiver dancing with it, and I was almost fighting the urge to back the fuck up. As if my legs were glued to the floor, I couldn't even move an inch but just hope that I'd find a way to escape from the stranger's hold, but as I felt a hot breath on my neck, I lost it.
Brick by brick, my walls came tumbling down. My breathe seemed to be caught somewhere on the moon, and all I was able to do was gulp the fear that was breaking me in pieces and confront the danger.
As if my mind came back on earth, i broke free from the figure who was holding me and pressing my body into theirs, instinctively turning around ready to defend myself but all I could see was a tall dark shadow.
From the lack of light, the room was absolutely dark, the only source of light being the moon which wasn't doing that much of contribution to the view. The only part of the room that was blinded by the moon was obviously the balcony, which was not that far from the room I was in.
As if it was predicted, my body started to slowly back off, distancing myself from the unknown person whose body was following mine, moving into my direction. And as my back hit something hard, my eyes closed on its own, the hot tears making their presence under my eyelids. I turned around with fear, and looked outside trying to calm my emotions down. I inhaled cold air, trying to fight the hot tears away.
As my body started to strangely calm down, I felt my back being shielded by a strong sculpted body. I felt two hands on my waist and in that moment all my emotions increased to the highest like the temperature on a hot summer day. The fact that behind me was a man, dangerously too close, wasn't comforting at all.
I wanted to stay like that, I didn't felt the urge to turn around,but his hands suddenly in a quick action turned my body to face him, and I was finally faced with a pair of cold masculine eyes. His hair was messily covering half of his face, but my curiosity was kicking in, wanting to know, who exactly was this man.
"You don't remember me?", the four words suddenly slipped out of his sinful lips,his tongue aggressively playing with his insides.
As if he had some kind of powers, as if he had read my mind, his question was making me wonder, have we ever met?
"Am I suppose to?" I asked, curious of why did he even asked that. In my voice you could clearly catch a glimpse of fear, but I tried to hide it as much as possible.
He knew it, he knew how weak i was under him, his smirk made it obvious.
"Such a shame-" his lips whispered with disappointment "you don't remember this face", and in one second, he pushed his face up, and his entire face was exposed.
There was a familiarity in his face, there was something I have seen before without doubt. My head was pounding with pain and it took me awhile to analyze the situation until the flashbacks opened into my mind like a scene from a movie.
My instincts kicked in, my body tried to back up for a moment but I was trapped between the wall and his body, and if i tried to back up more, I'd end up falling out the window.
My body got chills by just looking at the smirk painted, curving and fitting perfectly onto his face. It was the same gaze that he choose to look at me with. His tongue licked his dry lips, as if I was his next dinner. He looked down at me like he was the lion and I was his next prey. Like he was the king and I was just..a slave.
"oh" he said, with fake surprise meant, the smirk never vanishing from his rosy lips.
I couldn't surpass the urge to fight back, I just wanted to break free from his hold but all he was doing, was watching me with amusement, chuckles leaving his lips from time to time.
But as I continued to fight, his body was pressing more and more onto mine, which made me stop. I looked into his eyes for a moment which seemed, completely lost, empty- dark brown empty eyes. There was, absolutely nothing in them, which made me wonder. His eyes are completely the same as namjoons..
There was a slight difference to them, but I couldn't comprehend what was it, I knew for a fact that his eyes were a maze I couldn't help but get lost in, and I guess did.
His eyes were looking right back into my soul and as I glanced back, it was like the whole damn chaos stopped. And I liked it.
