☆ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 & 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 ☆

Boat: Part 2 (Changbin Imagine)

Genre: it's a surprise?
Disclaimer: obsessive behavior, her/she pronouns
Word Count: 1018

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*Changbin's POV*

I can't believe she walked away

I finally got up the nerve to talk to her and she walked away? What am I doing wrong?

I always see her on the ship, reading or watching the ocean. She's different from everyone else here.

We would work so well together. Why can't she talk to me? I'll make her happy. I'll make sure she's always smiling.

The muted scent of peaches still lingered where she once sat. Next to me.

She was sitting next to me. So close.

She smelled so much better than I thought. I wanted to be near her again. Again. Again. Please?

When will she be alone with me again? I should have followed her.

Maybe I still can.

I got up from where I was sitting, though I admired the view. She walked briskly towards the small white door, probably hoping to catch the elevator. Increasing my footing I was able to keep a close distance on her. I hope she doesn't notice me following her.

She began to slow down as she approached the elevators, realizing she had been too late to catch one. I slowed my pace to a lazy walk, thankful she hadn't turned around while I was making an almost mad dash behind her.

I decided to head over to the staircase. That way, she won't see me get into the elevator and know I was following her.

Luckily, she stays on my floor. It's not creepy to know that, right? I've seen her before, just like everyone else. I know where other people stay too, like I know the guy who always plays basketball's name is Jisung and he stays two floors above me, and the cute guy Felix that always watches the comedy shows stays on the floor right below mine.

I'm not creepy. I'm in love.

Yes, that's it. I'm in love with her. She lights something inside me, every time I see her, my chest feels warm, and my face gets hot. My throat knots itself into a ball, which makes it really hard to swallow. She's just so perfect. I love her.

I began panting. It wasn't that I was tired, three flights of stairs isn't that much for me, my heart was beating faster just thinking about her.

I opened the door to our floor and began searching for her room. I didn't want to scare her, I just wanted to talk to her. I wanted her to know who I am so she knows that I'm the perfect guy for her. That I'm the only guy for her.

I saw her rounding the corner and I smiled. She seemed to be fumbling around with her keys, looking visibly nervous. I initiated a brisk walk, predicting correctly that she was about to drop them.

She swore. I laughed.

"Need these?" I asked, scooping up her keys with a smile. She nodded, seeming relieved.

"Oh yes, thank you." She said, returning the smile and reaching out for her keys. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I locked eyes with her. Her eyes seemed to be twinkling with curiosity and lovable charm. I can't wait to make her mine.

I gathered her keys in my hand and unlocked the door. She looked at me a bit confused, but still strangely thankful.

"Can I be honest with you?" She asked.

I nodded, "Of course."

"I feel like someone is following me, and I'm really afraid to be alone. This is such a weird request, but, do you mind staying in my room with me for a while?" She asked, looking down at her shoes. Her cheeks were dusted with blush from unnecessary embarrassment.

I lifted her chin so I could lock eyes with hers, "I'd love to," I said grinning, joy sending a rush of electricity down my limbs.

This must be a sign. We are meant to be! She'll take me into her room and finally realize that she loves me. She'll never want to leave me. They never get to. They all love me. All of the girls like her love me. All those as special as her. They have to. They must. If they don't, I make them.

She'll fall for me, they always do. And once they do, they stay forever.
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*Flashback*
*?? POV*

I ran, I ran as quickly as I could. Down the dimly lit halls, past every wooden door. I needed to escape.

He was following me, I knew it. He had always been following me. He knew when I was in a rough spot so he was ready to offer me a job as an in-house cook. He even stuck a camera in my room so he could monitor me.

Sick bastard.

I let my feet take me further, further, away from this hell hole. I never wanted so desperately to get out.

I felt a rough punch to my nose and I stumbled back, clutching my face. Blood dribbled down my face, and I felt it gather on my lips.

"Leaving so soon?" I heard Changbin whisper before swiping his thumb under my nose and bringing it to his tongue.

He giggled, "you taste even sweeter than you are, darling. I know you want to stay with me, so don't make this any harder for yourself." His voice turned dark and threatening as he pulled out a piece of cloth.

"Everyone is sweeter when they are unconscious," he burst into a fit of giggles and covered my nose with the cloth, forcing me to breathe in the chloroform.

"No hiding this time!" He giggled again as he caught my body just before it hit the floor. "You know I don't like games."

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Hey guys!

Thank you so much for reading!

Wanted to do a bit of a creepier spin on this story, hope you guys liked it!

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