{Dara POV}

BRING BRING BEEP BEEP GET YOUR LAZY UP BEEP BEEP BRING BRING

I shot out of bed and slammed my hand down on my phone, fiddling with the turn off button.

That darned alarm clock is so noisy, waking me up from my dreams like that. Who does that nowadays, how rude.

My eyes were still not focused and I allowed my hands to be my guide.

I shuffled out of the extremely warm and comfortable bed and slid out of it the Dara way. No Gracefulness needed.

I began to drag my feet towards my bedroom door but stumbled onto something hard.

“OWIIIIEEEEEE” I squeaked as I rubbed my big toe which had been the victim of the situation.

I was jolted awake now and looked at the violent object that caused me pain.

Since when did I have a blue chair in my room?

I glanced around my “room” and my eyes widened with realization that I had been kidnapped once again.

No, not by the slaving business.

Even worse.

Jiyong has kidnapped me.

“Seems like you woke up” the devil said as he stood by the doorway, leaning causally with his bed hair flying in different directions.

“Where are we” I attempted to narrow my eyes at him, but because it was too early in the morning it came out more of spastic eye twitches.

“On vacation of course” Jiyong said simply.

“Jiyong, we **just** came back from your beach, and I **only** had one freaking god damn day of school. You cant just take me where ever, I need to study and have a social life” I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“You don’t need to go to school if you’re with me Dara” Jiyong flashed me a smirk, as if implying im going to be his little pet forever.

Imagine that, a wrinkly Jiyong sitting in a chair as he chews on his food with fake teeth, and calls little Dara me, who of course is still utterly gorgeous, to go for a darned walk with a leash.

Those are things of nightmares.

“Jiyong im not going to be with you all the time, sooner of later you will get tired of me and leave me to live the rest of my life” I said.

I missed how Jiyong’s face darkened drastically, but before I could get a proper look at him he enveloped me in a hug.

My eyes widened at his sudden showing of affection.

“Uh, down boy?” I said as I patted Jiyong’s head awkwardly.

“Your so awkward” Jiyong mumbled into my top.

“Well how the hell do you think I should respond when I have a powerful gang member clinging onto me like a koala” I blurted out.

“Like this” Jiyong whispered as he suddenly crashed his lips against mine.

“mmamaaadddd daaaaahhhhh eelllllllll arrrrrrr yeeewwww doooiiiinnnnnnnn!!!!!!!!!”

(Translation: What the hell are you doing)

Jiyong ignored my little rampage and hugged my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I slowly felt myself being dragged into the kiss and parted my lips slightly to allow him to explore.

I grabbed onto Jiyong’s t-shirt and pulled him closer, molding our two bodies together.

I broke the kiss and we leaned our foreheads against one another, both of us gasping for air.

“Dara, I have to admit something” Jiyong whispered, I could feel his breath on my swollen lips.

“Mhm” I mumbled, still dazed from the mind-blowing kiss.

“I may possible love you” Jiyong sighed, the words barely reaching my ears.

I gasped and looked up to see Jiyong blushing, do you hear me, the cold boy I had started to give lunch boxes to was blushing, the man who is known as GD and is apart of one of the huge gangs in Korea. Was blushing. Because of me.

When I didn’t respond Jiyong looked at me with doubt in his eyes.

“Im s-sorry Dara, I shouldn’t have-“ I kissed Jiyong to shut him up.

“Your talk to much” The words coming out muffled between our lips.

When I broke the kiss once again I looked up at Jiyong, to see him staring at me dumbfounded.

“You just kissed me?” Jiyong mouthed whilst pointing a finger to himself.

“Yes I did, I mean how unfair would it be to let you get a way with kissing me but no pay back,” I said as I cocked my eyebrow, enjoying the flustered Jiyong.

“Me?” Jiyong said again, before breaking into a huge grin.

Jiyong lifted me up and began twirling me around, laughing as he looked at me.

“Down boy. Down” I squeaked as my pajama t-shirt was riding up my body.

Once I was set on firm ground again, I stepped away from Jiyong, not needing another Oh-why-don’t-I-fly-Dara-plane scenario.

“So that means you love me!!” Jiyong said with a glint in his eyes.

“I never said that!” I said as I fixed my top and looked at him, surprised to see a still happy Jiyong.

“Yes you did” Jiyong insisted.

“No, I didn’t”

“ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THEN WORDS” Jiyong sang as he reenacted us kissing with his hands.

“Your such a retard” I said, horrified that the im-so-serious Jiyong was acting like a 4 year-old child.

“Now im your retard” Jiyong chuckled as he brought me into another hug.

“I thought I was your property,” I teased as I gave into his embrace and smelled his musky scent that only Ji owned.

“Oh yah, you are” Jiyong said huskily. As his hands trailed lower on my back.

“Call me master hm?” Ji said as he whispered in my ear and nipped on my earlobe.

I stood frozen, surprised at the sudden change of events.

“Definitely bipolar” I concluded as Jiyong tucked his head into the groove of my neck.

Ji nipped on my sensitive skin, bringing me back to the matter of hand.

A Jiyong.

“Ji…” I warned as his hands went under my top started to trail his fingers on my skin.

“You mean master” Jiyong said between his kisses.

“…”

“………………”

Jiyong slid his hands in my underwear and cupped my , causing me to gasp at his blunt actions.

“No.” I finally spoke as Jiyong lifted me up, my legs automatically going around his waist.

“Yes” Jiyong said and I was greeted with his famous smirk before he captured my lips with his.

‘Stubborn Jerk’ I thought before I kissed him back and wrapped my hands around his neck.