K-Pop Imagines Volume 2: BTOB {Closed for Requests}

Ilhoon - Scary Movie Comfort (Cute)

Imagine....

She is asleep in bed. She hears footsteps from coming downstairs, so she gets up to see what it is. With each and every careful step she takes, the noises grow louder and nearer. Her heart is beating so fast that its sound fills every inch of the atmosphere around her trembling body.

The fractured wooden steps creak, making her jump, as she places one foot on every step down the spiral staircase. Her breaths are becoming more heavy and short as she approaches the entry way of her house.

At this point, the sounds have stopped, which only manages to scare her even more. She checks each room in the downstairs: the kitchen, living room, bathroom, and pantry. Nothing. There is nothing that could logically explain the noise that possessed her ears only minutes earlier.

Trying to calm down, she walks back up the stairs quickly, eager to get back to the warmth and safety of her bed. She scurries, being sure to shut and lock the door behind her. A cold breeze swirls through the air and sends a shiver through her whole body. She looks over at the two side-to-side windows to find them both open with the whispy white curtains over them blowing.

She stares at them for a few seconds, trying to think of when she opened them. She never did. Confused, terrified, and shivering, she walks over and closes them, also locking them tightly.

She finally walks towards her bed, her destination. It seems so close, yet so far away from her grasp. Like she could reach and touch the soft fabric with a single finger, but would break her arm from too much stretching in the process.

One last step, she thinks to herself. She is indeed one last step from safety. But whatever is in her house, doesn't want her to be safe.

She jumps, her eyes widening, when she feels a hand wrap around her ankle, the grip tightening with every passing milisecond. She is scared, but she looks down to see what has a hold of her. A head emerges from under her bed and a pair of black eyes look up at her. A loud scream spews from her mouth before she is harshly pulled to the ground and dragged.

You jump at the sound and bury your head into Ilhoon's arm. He laughs a little after slightly jumping himself.

"Why did we have to watch a scray movie?" you whine, your voice muffled from the fabric of his shirt.

"Because I'm tired of watching chick flicks all the time," he says, still laughing.

"They're better than this!" you protest, lifting your head and pointing to the screen in front of you. "They won't give you a heart attack."

"Aww, were you that scared, babe?" he asks, a grin tugging at either corner of his lips. You just nod, wearing a little pouty face. "Aw, don't worry," he says, taking you into his arms tightly. "I would never let any demon grab in the middle of the night." You smile into his shoulder and hug him back. His hand begins to rub the back of your head gently and he kisses the top of your head in order to comfort you.