(EDIT: Please enjoy and I will update the other story later today or tomorrow. Thank you for your patience. Fighting dimples! ^_*) This was not an illusion. She was here in this house. This is not a game. This was real. She could of felt different. She couldn't imagine the circumstances under, like an actress who may play a role more gracefully that suit her personality more. Sora could of acted more careless of his feelings but she couldn't. She wasn't good at lying. She wanted for once in her life to be happy with no more trouble coming her way. She was both desperate and hopeful for a happy ending like in the fairytale stories people read. A foolish dream that made her howl with hopeless dension. She waited until the house was completely quiet and then she stood. She stepped quietly across the cold floor with her bare foot in the pitch black darkness. Stepping out in her plain white nightgown that ended to her ankle, Sora took steady steps down the stairway, careful not to miss each step. Near the fireplace, where the fire continued to burn. It was the only light that lit the living room. There stood Leeteuk, his back to her. He shifted and turn his face to the side and took a corner glance to her... He saw a woman who was not like his mother. She was more graceful. She was different from other women he had encounter with. Remembering the first touch from his finger to her finger, he felt a sudden tingling rush to his groin. Her skin was a soft milky cream and her scent was floral with a sweetness sharp taste. It burned him to the heart. He hoped it wasn't just lust. If it was about lust, lust was his sin. His manners were always perfect. He was always the calm and dignified type. But his longing of desire for her was painful beyond endurance. After him and Sora had went separate ways, he left his family and ventured into the world. On his own, he was strong and brave. His purity, strength, beauty, and courage were his gate to his success. He built his way up to the top with real potential. Away from his family, he was free and he learned easily. He was popular among others in the companies. Leeteuk was known as the first youngest CEO in history. He was also known to be a wicked boss in the industry as well. Despite the outer appearance of being a young intelligent man people believed he had everything going for him. Every young man and woman from his years in grad school knew their fathers worked under his father. He understood he was marked for the inheritance. With that, every mothers as strict as they were would have sold their daughter to him for a dollar. Leeteuk had many choices, but still his love for Sora was desire and a nightmare mixed inextricably. Despite all that he is, his wickedness. He still felt that loneliness for years. He had deveopled a self awareness. Everyone looked at him with envy and hatred, but he never cared and never took a single penny his father had transferred money into his bank account. On his own, richer then ever, flush with brilliance and success, but to find himself go home to his penthouse. A dark and shabby dead silent place. No one to come home to. That was what had happen everyday for years. That was the time he missed her most. Used to remembering how he would always find Sora waiting for him near the door every night. Waiting for him to come home from the university or from work. And half the time, he would find her seated on the floor asleep while waiting. Her smile he missed most, sweet and loving. Leeteuk spent his remaining days and hours if not at work, at the gym or playing sports with his friends. He couldn't bare to go home and to think of her. It was too painful and the guilt he felt after learning the truth about the story behind the picture later, after her disappearance. He loved her and hated himself. He would whisper her name to himself on many occasions. Like when he dazes off while looking to the sky, the view of Seoul from his office window or just when he takes a walk down the street. The absence from her was physically and emotionally painful, as though his nerves and veins were on fire. Her company alone was the only context in which he found his character acceptable. He had hoped he would find someone he loved enough to speak of his fears, his future plans, or just about anything. It was her who healed him with laughs and a kiss. Her face so angelic, the image of her he thought will fade but it never did. For eight years not one soul had touched him with affection or desire. He was amazed at how his rage had harden around his heart, more over the years and it never let's him go. Yet. On that faithful day at the company, in his office. Once he set his eyes on her, his heart soften and each day onward he felt his heart soften more little by little. He had meant to be a good man and he wasn't a bad man. He taught himself not to want. After his first wanting and losing. Now he wanted something and his desire startled and enrage him. Leeteuk never forgot it, because she was right. Whatever had happened years ago after that day. It was meant to happen and had already happened. Even if he had to do