Dark brown orbs absorbing the neon lights, reflecting her eyes and her flawless pale skin. Her luscious caramel locks of hair flaunting to the side of her left shoulders as they sway gently against the slight breeze of the cold air. She gazed out the car window awaiting what lies ahead, wondering if she’d be okay during her first time on stage.
The movement under her feet began to slow down, becoming still and daunting. Her heart paced, with every beat sending a dramatic pulse to her veins. She took in deep breaths; inhaling the intoxicating air into her lungs. The car door shut behind her and there she was, ‘Seoul’s Theatre’.
Her dreams of becoming a professional dancer, the crave and passion for Latin culture enveloped her very soul. Seven aggravating years of waiting, working, anything to be able to set foot in Korea’s renowned theatre. Crystal doors rotating open until an astonished girl walks in, shimmering against the florescent lights as people watch in awe.
Walking, she reached inside the pockets of her trench coat and pulls out a neatly crafted card. “Meet in the auditorium…” She mumbled as she looked around the entrance of the theatre. Pursing her lips at the different signs, she looked back down at the invitation. “Where in the world is the auditorium?”
“Keep walking forward and make a first left.” A tall man with nothing but black murmured as he walked away. Watching the broad back slowly moving away from her, she tugged the back of his leather jacket and gazed up at him hoping to see the enigmatic creature’s face. “Yes?” She couldn’t speak. Words that wanted to come out of her mouth were caught in her throat as she stared helplessly into the bolting black eyes.
Shaking her head, she slowly loosened her grip and walked towards her destination. He stood there watching her leave and a light smile levied his face. “Your welcome.” He whispered softly as his friends joined him with big greasy smiles.
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“Good evening everyone and welcome to Seoul’s Theatre.” The theatre was built as a thrust, all three sides of the stage filled with eager young dancers. They all sat down in a formal posture and giving their best smiles at the director. “Those of you who have passed the auditions and received our invitation are here for one last judgment. We have decided to assign you to a partner by different backgrounds and skills. Within three days you must maintain a mutual relationship with your partner. If three days have passed and you did not meet our expectations, you will be disqualified and sent back home. Any further questions?” No one dared to speak and all that remained was complete taciturn. “Good, gentlemen please call out the assigned pairs.”
The men nodded as they fumbled through stacks of paper. Ten minutes have passed and there were only four dancers left in the auditorium. A man with a light grey sweater dawdled his fingers; waiting to be paired up with the woman who wouldn’t leave his mind throughout the whole entire night. Staring at the beguiling beauty as strands of her hair framed her perfect face. He couldn’t help but to look as his anticipation grew of wanting to be one with her on stage.
“Kim Jasmin?” A rather chubby man questioned as he looked up away from his frames.
“Yes?” A soft mellow voice beckoned.
“You’ll be partners with Park Jungmin.” She looked over her shoulder and saw the same man from before. He gave a faint smile and lightly bowed.
“So we meet again.” He scratched the back of his head with a slight blush that slowly crept his cheekbones.
She shyly smiled. “Yes it seems so.”
“S-Shall we?” He asked while leading her towards the exit of the auditorium. She nodded and both figures left the ‘house area’ of the theatre.
Disappointment and rage burned into the man’s eyes. He abruptly stood up from his seat and stormed out of the theatre leaving his partner behind. It wasn’t fair. Why was he not paired with her? His thoughts were clouded with vivid images of her and they wouldn‘t stop. He didn’t understand why he was so angry, he only saw her once and they didn’t even utter a single word to each other. Yet why was he so infatuated with her? Before he knew it he followed them. Lurking in the shadows of darkness obliged by their carelessness of what’s to come he stayed astray.
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“So your name is Jasmin?” He asked while avoiding eye contact.
“Yes and is yours Jungmin-shii?”
He let out an awkward laugh while keeping his hands warm in his pockets. “You don’t have to act so formal with me. You can drop the -shii and just call me Jungmin.”
“But I can’t.”
Jungmin raised an eyebrow and met with her doe eyes. “You can’t?”
“Yes I can’t.”
He let out a soft chuckle and puffed small warm breaths in the air. “It’s not that you can’t, it’s just that you don’t want to.”
“Honestly I can’t.” She bluntly stated.
Jungmin nudged his elbow against hers. “You’ll come around.” He meekly smiled and walked over to a convenient store. “Hungry?”
“No I’m fine.” She forced an aching smile.
He let out a sigh and interlocked her fingers with his. “Really? Because your stomach is telling me otherwise.”
He led her into the convenient store and waited for the door to beep as it automatically slides open. Freezing cold; they hastily walked inside the building as the warm air smothered their skin. Jasmin noticed that they were still holding hands as people watched them enviously. She quickly pulled away and covered her flushed face by looking at anything but him. Jungmin noticed and hid a smile as they walked down the isles and into the eating area.
“Are you okay with eating ramen?” Jungmin asked and lifted five different flavors of instant ramen.
“Yes.” He nodded and opened every single cup of ramen. “Jungmin-shii are we going to eat all of those?” She looked at him surprised with eyes never leaving the sight of the five lined cups.
“I thought I said drop the -shii.” He pouted cutely at Jasmin. “And it doesn’t hurt to try all flavors. I mean it’s our first time being together! I want it to be special! Not cheap and shabby.”
“So eating five instant ramen cups for dinner is not cheap?”
Jungmin frowned as he poured hot water in the styrofoam cups. “In my world yes.”
“Oh?” Jasmin giggled. “Your world seems very interesting.”
“Oh it is! You should visit some time.” He lifted two cups at the same time to their table while refusing to let Jasmin help. After carefully setting the cups down, he sat on the chair across from Jasmin and watched her place a napkin neatly on her lap. “Aren’t you well mannered?”
“Really? Because by the tone of your voice, your praising me as if I were a dog.” Jungmin chocked on the hot base of the ramen and immediately grabbed the bottle of water. He chugged about half of the spring water and set it down on the table while panting for desperate breaths. “Omo! Are you okay Jungmin-shii?”
“Couldn’t be worse.” He coughs mitigated and he continued to eat his ramen noodles. “Odd.”
“What?”
“It tastes better than before.” He shrugged his shoulders as he began to slurp the thin noodles in his mouth. “What?”
Jasmin shook her head. “Nothing.”
“Come on tell me! Why are you looking at me like that? Omo! It couldn’t be that your falling for me?”
“Nope.”
Jungmin lowered his head and pursed his lips. “So straight forward.”
“Am I?”
“Indeed.” Jungmin mimicked her nonchalant tone. “Hey!”
“What?” She asked in an overrated tone.
Jungmin covered his mouth with the back of his hand to prevent himself from laughing. “Ha-ha, I see why you talk like that now.”
Jasmin furtively shot a wiry frown. “You talk to much.”
“But talking is good for a person!”
“I suppose, but not good for those around that person.”
“What is that suppose to mean?!” Jungmin gave an appalled expression. But before Jasmin could respond a smirk hinted his features. “See I told you.”
“T-Told me what?”
Jungmin set down his chopsticks and interlocked his fingers with his elbows leaning against the table. “That you’d be able to stop talking formally with me.”
“Why?” Jasmin asked.
He flipped his hair to the side of his face. “Why you ask? Do you not remember that we have approximately three days to obtain a mutual relationship?”
“Okay Jungmin-shii.”
“But apparently you still don’t get the concept. It’s Jungmin.”
Jasmin took a deep breath, “Jungm-m…”
“Min?” He continued. “Is it that hard?”
She shamelessly shook her head. “A little.”
They sat there in silence, eyes roaming around the eating area and through the glass windows. Jungmin suddenly clapped his hands and looked at Jasmin with delight in his eyes. “I got it!” She lifted a brow and waited for patiently for his response. “How about we give each other nicknames instead?”
“Sure.” She nodded.
“Hm. I’ll go first! Let’s see. How about sexy charisma?” He winked.
“I think ‘Mal’ suits you better.” Jasmin grinned at the dancer’s shocked faced.
“Mal?! Am I a horse?”
Jasmin looked down from his sneakers up to his waist. “Hm…your legs are long and bulky.” She then gazed into his eyes. “Your eyes are stoic and black.” She leaned forward towards his face and caressed his cheek. “And you look unattractive like one too.” She gigged as she pulled away her hand.
But Jungmin stopped her by suddenly grabbing on tightly to her wrists and pulled her forward towards his face. Mesmerized and lost in his stone cold eyes, she didn’t dare to speak a word. “Fine, I’m calling you ‘pyeon’.”
“Rice cake?” Jasmin arched her eyebrow while staring at her reflection in his eyes.
He pulled away and puffed his cheeks. “Your face is so white more or less pale. Like milk!”
“Milk?” Jasmin questioned.
“Well, that’s your new name and it’s final. Discussion over.”
She let out a weary sigh. “Discussion not over. I want a different nickname Mal!”
“Well, you called me a horse so I think that it’s only fair.” He teasingly stuck out his tongue and dramatically shifted his body in his seat.
“Fine.” Jasmin said defeated.
Jungmin eyes sparkle and he changes his current position. “You’ll change it?”
“Nice try.” She chuckled and stuck out her tongue.
They spent the rest of the night talking or laughing, but all their conversations would end in arguments whether if they were just teasing or being plain rude. But like they say, ‘all good things must come to an end.’ After finishing their meal and cleaning up, it was logical to walk back home after their date ended. But apparently Jungmin was afraid to walk to his hotel room alone so Jasmin walked him back first instead. Walking around the streets of busy Seoul and watching the lights collide creating an art of blurred neon colors. Jungmin managed to cling on Jasmin for dear life whenever he sees or hears things during the way back to their hotel. At first Jamie found it cute and charming but as time flew on she felt like strangling him and throwing him against the wall. When they finally arrived at the gates of the hotel they let out a sigh of relief. However, Jungmin’s roommate had an unexpected guest chained naked against the head board of His bed. Abruptly being kicked out by his so called friend since toddler days, he ventures out for Jamie’s room hence he had no other friends due to the fact that all his friends had guests in their rooms.
“Why not?” He whines. “You don’t have a roommate and I have no other place to stay. Please with a cherry on top?”
Jasmin squinted her eyes. “NO!” She closes the door but Jungmin manages to stop it with his foot. “Aish! Are you crazy Mal!?”
“Why are you being like this? Why? Why? Why? This is not fair! This is inhumane I tell you! Let. Me. In!” Jungmin slowly pried away the small margin as the door barley manages to open. “Com’on already! We could use this opportunity to become closer!”
“FINE!” Jasmin shouts and pulls the door wide open, leaving Jungmin’s face implanted into the ground. “But your sleeping on the floor!”
Jungmin forces an aching smile and slowly pushes his palms against the floor. “….help me.”
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Beady eyes cautiously watching Jungmin as he plays with his fingers, avoiding the crude glares. Jasmin buried her nose in her book and steals glances here and there to check if Jungmin was doing something she most likely wouldn’t approve of. After minutes of awkward silence she manages to clear her throat. “Mal-ah, have you taken a shower at your dorm? You reek.”
A little taken back Jungmin pursed his lips, holding in the urge to whine or shout. “I couldn’t since my roommate kicked me out before could even take one step inside the room. And I don’t smell that bad!”
“Aish stop being a stubborn butt hole and drench yourself in soap and water.” She shooed him while holding her book in the air. “Or I’ll throw this at you.” She warned.
Jungmin hesitantly got up from the chair and walked slowly towards the bathroom door. “But I have no spare clothes.” Jasmin ignores him. “Do I sleep naked?”
The hardcover book flew across the room and met with Jungmin’s forehead.
He winced and covered his forehead with his palm. “Ow!” He yells as he cowers into the bathroom and closes the door shut behind him.
Jasmin rolled her eyes in slight annoyance and grabs another book from the stack on top of her bedside table. After hearing the sound of water stop, she peeks slightly above her book and watches the door slowly open. Steam oozes out of the door and all she sees are beads of water strolling from the toned abs and then down to the abdomen. Eyes never faltering from the well built body and wanting to rip off the towel hiding his manhood, she unconsciously licks her lips. “Pyeon?” He questioned with a obscure look on his face. But his confused expression soon fades into a shrewd smirk as she remains in a trance. “Am I that irresistible?” He walked closer. “Pyeon?” Leaning closer to her flushed face, he lifts his hand near her cheek. “Can I--” His eyes trailing down from her hazed eyes to her thin lips, “…kiss you?”
Before his lips could make contact with hers, Jasmin hastily grabs the nearest pillow and presses it against his puckering face. “NO!” She yells loudly. Jungmin lifts his hands in the air and slowly backs away, now used to her constant outbursts and crude remarks or annoyed glares. “Put some clothes on already!” She covered her eyes with her hands as Jungmin grabs a free robe from the bathroom. “YAH!”
“What? There’s nothing else to wear.” Jungmin shrugged and stared into the mirror. He was wearing Jasmin’s robe, and apparently he didn’t mind if it was pink and had frilly flowers imprinted onto it.
Jasmin quickly stood up from her bed (mainly due to the fact that she was lying in a odd position) and tightly tied the robe from draping off. “Your wearing something underneath this right?” Jungmin nodded and rubbed his jaw line. “If your looking for facial hairs, your not going to find any.” She scoffed and returned to her bed. Being her usual overly cautious self, she barricaded herself with pillows and blankets. “Go to sleep.”
“What about you?” He asks while pouting at the lost of pillows behind his head.
“What about me?”
“Aren’t you going to sleep too?”
Jasmin looked up and saw him sitting up. “When you sleep, I sleep.”
“You don’t trust me do you?”
“Do you want me to be honest?” He nodded furiously. “Not one bit.”
“So blunt. I mean how are we suppose to get closer to each other if we can barley hold a decent conversation?”
Jasmin twitched her eyes and loudly shut the book closed. “Let me ask you something. Have you even thought or questioned about how would they know if we were close or not? I mean you can’t see through a person’s heart.” He sat there in silence. “Now got to bed.”
He obediently laid back down and stared at the ceiling. Jasmin pulled the book back to her lap and continued to read. “They can…” Jasmin lifted her gaze from the book to Jungmin. “When we dance on stage, they could see it, they could feel it. Our movements, our voices, and our feelings whispering throughout the theater. I know they can, they’re not called professionals for nothing.”
“I suppose.” Jasmin sighed and flipped a page.
“What are you reading?” He pondered.
“Fahrenheit 451.” Jasmin answers rather sluggishly as she turns another page. “Interested?”
“A little.” He gets up from the couch and sits at the edge of the bed. “Can you tell me what’s it about?”
She paused for a brief moment and then her suspicions fade as she sets the book down by her side. “You want to know?” He nods eagerly like a child. “That bad huh?” She smiled. “Well, let me ask you this question first. What do you think of firemen?”
“Hm.” Jungmin pressed his finger against his bottom lip. “They save people by putting out fires.”
“Then what if I told you that in this story they do the direct opposite.” He tilts his head, obviously confused at the question. “Well in this fictional novel firemen start fires instead of extinguishing them.” Jungmin made an ‘o’ and looked at Jasmin to continue. “Why you ask? This is the predicted future. Multiple books are illegal and they are set out to burn them. Can you believe that? I can’t imagine life without books more or less dancing. The government feeds us lies to protect themselves, making absurd historical documents with no proof or relevance. But I feel more sympathy for the protagonist, Guy Montag. Poor guy indeed. He’s always forcing a smile or laughing, knowing he’s not happy. A fireman who’s slowly being eating up alive by his own curiosity. What makes it worst, his wife is a complete train wreck. Over dosing on pills and completely lying to him and herself that she’s truly happy.” Jasmin stops talking and sees Jungmin practically on his toes, wanting more but she doesn’t utter a single word.
“Continue.”
Jasmin shook her head. “Read it yourself to find out more, because Guy Montag and you are completely the same.” She looks at him with worry in her eyes. “Are you truly happy Jungmin?”
“Of course I am!”
Jasmin lightly smiles. “I’ll ask you again, after you read the book of course. Now got to bed.”
Jungmin pouts and felt the urge to be rebellious at the moment. He doesn’t move but lies below Jasmin’s feet. She let out a sigh and turned off her lamp. “You remind me so much of my dog.”
“Really?” Jungmin mumbles. “Where is he now?”
“Dead.”
Silence fills the room once again. Darkness, however, was not the answer as the moonlight aluminates the hotel room. She sees his body curled up with his back facing her direction. He looked so fragile, so small. Feeling bad she nudges him and receives an involuntary moan. “You awake?” She whispers softly.
“…no.” He mumbles as he buries his face into the covers of the bed.
“Tomorrow let’s got to the practice room. I think we could use this as an opportunity to get closer since we both love dancing so much. Right?” Jungmin hums in return. “Alrighty then, good night.”
“Nighty-night Pyeon…”
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Melodies and harmonies filtering the room, bouncing off the walls and absorbing into the wall mirrors. A sweet tangy beat plays with the sound of flutes and maracas matching well with one another as two bodies move together as one. Their movements swiftly meeting every form and technique, following the steps of the ‘Angel of Dance’. Eyes staring deeply into one another, making sure not to lose contact. Muscles tensing and breaths becoming uneven, slowly decreasing by their own cool sweat. It has been approximately two hours and they remain dancing as if they can understand each other more by body language than by mere words.
Muscular arms wrapped around the slim waist as her body dips back in the air. Whooshing sounds echoing from the slicing brown locks, along with the music chasing them as they move. Her curls bouncing in the air as both bodies skim across the practice room floor. He spins her around by the simple touch of their fingers and brings her body close to his. She gives on of her enchanting smiles and gently shuts her eyes. Feeling the air hit her face and his warmth around her.
“Are you tired?” Jungmin spun her around. “I feel like dying.”
Jasmin giggled and looked at her partner with loving eyes. “Nope, I’ll never feel tired when dancing.”
“Is it because of me?” He glanced at her, hope fluttering from beneath his shoes.
“Maybe.”
Jungmin pulled her in by the arms as her back pressed against his chest. “That word again.” He sighs as his hands hold firmly onto hers. “How about a ‘yes’ for a change?”
“Then ask me again.” Jasmin whispered as she rests her head on his shoulder.
Jungmin hides his smile and nuzzles into the crook of her neck. “When your around me, do you feel less tired?”
“Maybe.” Jasmin giggles.
Jungmin bites a patch of the smooth, white skin. “Your being indenial.” His tongue slithering along her neck and laves at a certain spot. “Why can’t you just admit that your attracted to me?”
Jasmin winces, feeling wet heat tingle against her skin. “Because…” She turns around facing him with a smudge grin and arms hooked around his neck. “I simply don’t want to.” But before his could even reply, her lips pressed gently against his.
Not knowing how to exactly deal with the situation, Jungmin returns the kiss. His hands pulling her in by the waist and eyes closed. He presses his lips harder onto hers and slides his thigh in between her legs. Pushing her to the point where her back presses against the wall mirrors. She’s cornered by him, but she obviously doesn’t mind as she pulls him in deeper with her arms. His lips part open and so does hers as their tongues seek they’re way in. She wraps her thigh around his waist as he leans in deeper into her cavern.
Licking and slurping around her tongue for dominance, he quickly undo’s her buttons. A slight moan escaping her lips; she follows by unzipping his flyer and slides her hand underneath his briefs. Messy and mixed feelings soon vanish, all they could think about was what was in front of them. Tasting every inch of another, not finding even one flaw. It was perfect, as if they were made for each other. Her tights skimpily slides off from her waist down to her knees.
“This is unexpected…” Jungmin grunts as he lifts Jasmin up against the mirror. “Who knew a doll like you wouldn’t wear undergarments.” He fingers furtively trailed underneath her thighs as he leaves kiss from her neck down to her chest.
She pulls the ends of her tank top and tugs it off over her head. “I’m full of surprises.” She teases as her fingers dance around the strap of her linen bra. “Now, how about you get this little thing off of me?” Jungmin hisses as he vigorously attacks her collar bone with his teeth. Jasmin moans in pleasure and pulls two handfuls of his hair. “Oh god!” Jasmin shouts after Jungmin rips her expensive undergarment. “When did my little kitten become so aggressive?”
Jungmin harshly groped her breasts and hastily sealed his mouth onto hers, muffling the loud moans. “Since my owner is very dense.” His eyes traces back to the pink nubs as he latches his lips onto one. Jasmin lets out a long weary moan as he nibbles and sucks her nub while his hand teased the other.
“Because my little kitten has been a naughty boy lately.” Jungmin hides his smile as he buries his face into her breasts. “A little eager aren’t we?” He groaned as he pulled down his briefs to his knees and kicked them off of his ankles.
“I’m a growing boy, what’d you expect?” He grunts as he twirls her around, with both of them facing the mirror. “Now, watch me ******** you shamelessly.” She obediently nods as she slowly spreads her long legs apart like bubble gum. “Lean over against the mirror with your palms pressed onto them.” Jungmin’s expression becoming hazed while seeing a delightful view in front of him, his hardened flesh sprung to life.
“Why are you just standing there! Hurry! I can’t wait any longer!” Jasmin shouted.
Jungmin holds back his urge and hides his lust. “Impatient aren’t we? You haven’t even told me what it is you exactly want.” He slowly glides his hands against her smooth bare back. “Tell me that you want me inside of you.”
“Enough already! Just shut up and get on with it!” She cries desperately for her p***y’s attention.
Jungmin hissed and roughly slapped her a**. “Wrong answer.”
She arches her back at the sudden touch and whimpers relentlessly. “I want you.”
“You want me what?” Jungmin coyly asks as he caresses the spot that hurts.
“I w-want you to ******** me.” Jasmine whispers. “Please.”
Jungmin hisses and rests his hands on her waist. “Good, now watch our movements through the mirror.” He kisses her one last time on the skin above her spine and positions himself near her entrance. Her breaths steadily fogging the mirror and her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs.
“Ahhhh!” Jasmin screeches as she throws her head back, eyes completely shut from the world. Jungmin’s bulbous bulb painfully enters her womanhood as it thickens at every inch it moves up.
Jungmin grabs her chin and pulls it down, making her face the mirror. “Open your eyes.” Her eyes flutter open while seeing their naked position. “Watch me make love to you and our satisfied expressions, but most of all watch as we become one like how we danced earlier.” Jasmin slowly nodded and kept her eyes wide open as he continues to pierce his way into her entrance.
He snaps his hips forward and back, soon riding her in a constant pattern. Moans, grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room, playing a melody that the tangy music couldn’t even beat. Jungmin continues to move in and out, faster and harder at every moan she would make. Her constant begging and pleas made Jungmin grind faster into her womanhood as she yells every time he hits her sweet spot. Slim arms hooking onto his neck as he presses her sweaty chest against the mirror, enticing a burning sensation throughout her virgin body. Her body felt as if she was tearing apart, in those romance movies when she would always see those sex scenes it seemed to look like it felt amazing, but all she felt was pain. Was it wrong to love the pain she was receiving? Feeling Jungmin inside her and whisper naughty words were enough to drive her in complete ecstasy. Maybe she was masochist after all she thought.
Jungmin grunts as his shaft feels like it’s going to explode at any minute. He paced his movements quicker than before as he reaches his climax and whispers one last thing before he comes. Glorious white seeds seep into her entrance as he envelopes her in his arms. Too tired to even walk she leans against his chest for support as he carries her to the shower stalls connected to the practice room. He pulls the shower curtains and twists the knob until hot water came steaming down. “Pyeon-ah.” He beckons as he lifts her up. “Let’s get cleaned first.”
“…now of all times you choose to act like a man.” She mumbled as the steaming water falls onto her pale face.
Pouting at her response he squeezed the shampoo bottle hanging on the faucet and lathers soap on her body. “What are you talking about? I always act like a gentleman.”
“Says the one who’s massaging my breasts.” Jasmin answers sourly. Jungmin blushes and moves his hands south to her stomach but is stopped by slender hands. “I never said I didn’t like it.” She grinned from ear to ear.
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They finished showering and changing into their clothes. Jasmin was reading her book again and Jungmin looking at her lovingly, just wanting to stare at her and observe her angel like features. Was it just him or did it seem she’s gotten more beautiful after they made love? He continue to stare at her until she finally speaks up and shooed him out of the practice room to get them some rice drinks. Leaving the room with a tantrum he finally manages to see the vending machines.
Click. Jungmin’s turns his attention away from the vending machine. “Did you miss me that much Pyeon--” His back now facing the machine frozen as his eyes widened in shock. “J-Junyoung?” He barely speaks, almost inaudible as his eyes focused on the loaded gun. “What are you doing here? And what are you going to do with that?” He asks ignorantly, too busy too think while watching the finger slowly press down the metal trigger.
“What does it look like Jungmin?” He smiles maliciously. “It’s a call from god, your time is up.” Laughing like a mad man, the sound of a gunshot loomed the hallways and shook the building. “…True love always wins Junyoung.”
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[A/N: What do you guys think? Comment please! biggrin ]
