Class ended after a long, boring period without the exo boys to cheer you up. You sighed and took heavy steps towards the dorm, hoping the boys would be there to greet you. You hastily swiped your card and the door opened with a loud sound. You poked your head inside the dorm and groaned at the lack of presence.

*Where did you all go?!* you huffed in frustration and kicked the couch.

A thought came into your concern, *What if they’re training…? They must be training, right?* your lips twitched into a smile. As if having a case of bipolarness, you skipped out of the room and towards the training room.

You walked happily towards the training room, clashing sounds could be heard from inside and hope grew inside you. When you opened the door, however, there were 5 foreign men present, your heart sank as you turned to close the door.

“Why hello there pretty lady?”

You blinked as a hand stopped the door from closing, you study the lean figure as he slightly smirked at you. Not knowing what to do, you stood there like a helpless idiot (maybe because you are *author is shot; author is down* lol).

He leaned down and took a sniff at your earlobe, you shivered at the thousand of sensations. It wasn’t any of the good sensation, rather it was a dark and creepy sensation that makes you want to run away.

“You smell like him” the guy snorted, disapproved.

You looked down, not understanding what he’s saying. His hazel brown hair swept down to cover his eyes and his thick lips shone under the poor lighting. You took out a sticky note and wrote something down before flashing it to him, ‘I don’t talk’.

The guy shrugged as he walked back, “Like I care”.

The battle started again and you knew there was no point on staying. You walked away from the confusing scene and found yourself in the school’s garden. The moonlight sympathizing you.

*Where are you guys* you looked around, hoping that they’ll show up out of the blue.

You rose up, feeling more dejected than ever over a bunch of guys that you’ve met for over a month. Your two feet took you wherever feels right, you stopped at a swing decorated with roses. It looked stunning, the moonlight enhanced it’s beauty by folds. You slowly sat on it and admired the night view.

When you opened your eyes, you were flying in the middle of clouds. The clouds brought you to a the most beautiful rose garden you’ve ever seen. There were a few apple trees near your standing and you lightly touched on the forbidden fruit as blood seeped out of a cut on your finger.

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense, I got a cut from an apple?” you frowned faintly. *Wait, I just spoke! Asdfghjkl! Is this real?*. You smiled and tested your voice again, “Ah ah ah~” the words that came out were clear and musical, unlike your usually raspy whisper-like ones.

Just then, a dark figure emerged from the rosebushes and took your bleeding finger into his mouth. He it clean and started for more. You stopped your little celebration and turned to the figure slowly, suddenly full of fear. Your eyes widened at what you saw.

“L-luhan ge, what happened to y-you?” you stuttered, feeling scared of the view before you.

Luhan wore a chain collar that connected him to somewhere inside the rose bush, his white dress shirt stained with red and his jean pants ripped in some parts. He wasn’t wearing any shoes and you could see cuts all over his foot. His hair disheveled and had some rose petals stuck on it.

Luhan’s eyes glistened red as a drop of blood painfully slid down his chin. His tongue reached out to wipe the blood and it successfully did, his fangs was shown in the process. You trembled as he let go of your finger and put it by your side. He looked up at you, full of emotions.

“Run”

With that, Luhan fled inside the rosebush, leaving you in confusion. You were awestruck, really awestruck. What really hit you most was that he’s injured and running in barefoot but the image of his fangs never managed to slip your mind. *Luhan ge, what was that*

Even though you heard Luhan loud and clear when he said run, something inside you begged you to see more. As if it craved the view, as if it wanted to know mo