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Seven

I stared at the stars on the ceiling, panting hard. His breath was grazing my skin as he drew closer. I held the sheets against myself with a strong hand.

Why did I do this? I am an idiot. I am just going to destroy my life if I continue on this spree of bad decisions.

"I have to go to the bathroom." I gulped and spoke, sitting up.

He nodded, his sleepy eyes on me. I turned away and put on my underwear.

"You can wear my hoodie if you want." He said while holding out the hoodie. I accepted it with a smile and pulled it over my head.

On entering the bathroom, I shut the door and fell onto to the counter. I looked at the mirror and tamed my wild hair. "Fuck." I mouthed while I looking away.

I used the bathroom and headed back, plastering on a calm face. He stood in the middle in his light wash jeans. I couldn't seem to get used to his red face.

"As much as I would love to stay with you, I have to head back, Taemin." I kissed him.

"That's sad." He ran his hand down my side. "But yeah, tomorrow is the ..."

"Yeah. Book sale. So the day after tomorrow? Why don't you come over to my place? You should meet Amber." I said as I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom again.

His face lit up. "Okay! I'll email you the rewrite from today." He picked up his laptop. "You're on a roll with these. Looks like our new set up is working well for you." I smiled in response

I got changed quickly, gave him the hoodie and nearly ran out of the house. Putting my hand over my eyes, I winced. My feet seemed possessed at the pace they were moving.

On opening my eyes, I noticed that I was going in the wrong direction but I didn't stop. I tied up my hair in a loose bun as I stepped on the bricked road of our campus.

Taking a quick left, I rubbed my temple. The road ended and I stepped into the sand and overgrown grass and walked ahead, determined to go there.

The place was devoid of human presence, helping me eradicate the fear in my heart. Taking a shaky breath, I placed my hand on the knob. I helped myself in and fell to the floor after closing the door.

I was in the small abandoned warehouse behind the auditorium. It was my getaway chubby hole.

I was alone. Finally alone. In no one's sight, out of everyone's ear shot. Tears spilled over my cheeks as I sunk deeper. My sobs echoed through the tiny room.

As the emptiness set in, a set of footsteps rung outside the door. Rushing to wipe my tears, I stood up and tried to hide behind the door.

It opened in a terrifyingly slow pace. I caught my breath. "Y/N?" Her voice was as sweet and gentle as always. She turned around after closing the door and smiled when her eyes met mine. Hand around me, she buried her face in my neck.

"Did anyone see you coming here?" I asked, my voice as shaky as my hand on the small of her back.

"No." Her sweet whisper reverberated through the room. I tilted back my head against the wall. Her hand reached and pulled my hair out of the bun. "I saw you coming here so I followed you."

"Luna ..." I begun but she put her hand on my mouth and stood up straight. We were extremely close, I could make out the fear in her eyes.

"I am sorry. I am sorry I didn't defend you. I know I should have. I was afraid. I was terrified of ... of them, of their ... and when you left, I felt guilty for not being there for you. I am sorry." She looked up at me and removed her hand.

My blank stare made her grab my light pink shirt and pull me forward. My prolonged silence prompted her to bite my lower lip. She dragged her tongue against my lips and I lost my sanity.

Backed against this wall, her in my arms, it felt right. Everything dissolved into a pool of colours, exploding like fireworks at the end.

"I missed you." I whispered. Her lips twisted to a smirk.

"Will you forgive me?" She asked, her expression fading.

"I understand why you were afraid. I still am afraid myself. I am not mad at you." I responded, hiding my disappointment.

"Practice is going to start in ten minutes. So ..." She moved towards the door.

"Yeah. Go. They'll be worried." I bit down on my lip.

"I am sorry." She let her hand fall from my neck. "Come by my house sometime, okay?" The door closed and I scoffed.

I didn't have any logical reason to be angry at her but I was boiling inside. And yet I craved her touch. What was wrong with me?

After a few minutes of contemplating everything, I collected myself and walked back home.

The television was blasting in the living room so I followed the sound. Amber sat opposite and pointed the remote at it. "Hey! You're back. I made lunch. Let's watch a movie!" She patted the seat next to her.

I smiled and fell down onto the soft couch and stared at the moving figures on the screen.

Again, it's a story. These are just characters. Please don't get mad at me. *tries to make a cute face*

Thank you so much for reading, my darlings!

Hugs and kisses from Cheonsa.