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The Challenge by The Lucky Kind of fanfiction.net

A smile did not leave my face the entire day. Seunghyun asked me about it during lunch, I told him I was happy about baseball season beginning. Seungri cornered me in the locker room, I told him I just bought a new pair of sneakers. Both of these statements were true, but neither of them were the cause of my beaming smile. I turned around, watching her retrieve books from her locker. My grin widened and I thanked god that Seungri and Seunghyun had already gone home for the day.

I continued to stare, my gaze fixed on her. She must have sensed a presence because she looked away from her books to meet my gaze. Her eyes met mine and she gave me a large smile and a timid waggle of her fingers. I traced the curve of her bottom lip with my eyes, my smile stretching until it hurt, as I thought of how less than twenty four hours ago, those lips were pressed against mine. My thoughts flew back to yesterday evening, remembering the heated kisses and the falling on the floor of the tree house with our limbs tangled together. Somewhere during my reminiscing, Dara had shut her locker and walked towards me.

"Are you busy after school?" she asked, her voice snapping my attention.

I grinned down at her. "Nope," I said with a suggestive smirk.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing my hand in hers. "Let's go somewhere," she eagerly grinned.

She closed my locker for me, giving me no room for protest.

Not that I was going to anyway.

She began to lead me out the doors of the school, when I pulled her back into place. She looked up at me with curious eyes. "Wait. I have to do something first," I said, a large smirk taking over my features.

Her eyes were still confused as she cocked her head at me. "What?"

I only smirked, removing my hand from hers and quickly grabbing her by her thin waist. I pulled her body against mine, smirking as a startled gasp escaped from Dara's lips. I pulled her upwards, my hand accidently moving up her shirt, touching her , but I made no move to remove it. I ducked my head, pressing my lips against hers. She gasped again, but her hands s around my neck anyway. I gently pulled away, a large satisfied smile on my lips.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," I breathed, letting go of her. She rolled her eyes again, as if saying boys will be boys, and began walking down the hall again. I ran after her, grabbing her hand in mine once again. Her eyes widened in surprise at my action before returning to normal as a small smile graced her lips.

We stepped into the parking lot as we both headed in the directions of our cars.

Unfortunately, our cars were on opposite sides of the lot, and with our hands still intertwined, we didn't get very far before the other person pulled us back into place. We snapped our heads towards each other, both of us wearing matching expressions of confusion.

"I'm driving," Dara firmly stated as she jiggled her keys in front of my face.

"No. I'm driving," I said as I pulled her to the direction of my car.

"No," she argued, pulling me back to the spot.

"Yes," I mimicked her tone, steering her in the direction of my car.

"You don't even know where we're going," she fought back as she walked in the opposite direction. I sighed, letting her pull me.

"You could tell me," I suggested.

She only shook her head at me with a devious smirk. "Payback, Jiyong. Payback."

The truck pulled up in front of a building I didn't recognize. It was a church, or what looked like the remains of one. The building was completely broken down, with windows hanging off its hinges and pieces of tile falling off the roof. I stepped out of the car after Dara did.

She walked ahead, through the large black iron gate that surrounded the church.

"What is this place?" I asked, uneager to follow her into the building that looked like it came out of a horror movie.

She looked at me from over her shoulder, still walking across the courtyard. "My safe haven," she said with a smile.

I swallowed the fear and jogged to catch up with her. I intertwined her hand with mine, quickly feeling reassured, despite the dark gloomy shadows that casted over the courtyard.

Not that I was scared.

The weeds grew tall and branched out in all directions, making the walk to the door seem dreary and endless. We walked up the stone steps until we reached the large wooden door that Dara pushed open with ease. I looked around at the completely empty building and I could almost feel a shiver making its way up my spine.

"Dara?" I timidly asked as a brief thought occurred to me.

"Hm?" she answered already making her way down pews of the church.

"You like me right?"

She stopped, turning around to look at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Yeah?" she uneasily answered. "Why?"

"So you're not going to kill me or anything?" I cautiously wondered, taking small baby steps to where she was.

The confusion was gone and annoyance flashed across her face. She rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. "You think I'm going to kill you?" she incredulously asked.

I scoffed. "Well you did bring me to this really creepy church and you're being suspiciously quiet through all of this," I said while motioning to the dark and gloomy looking interior of the building.

She looked around at the place, spinning around in a full circle, as if everything was so new to her. "Fair point," she agreed as she turned back to face me. "But I'm not going to kill you, dummy. Now come on."

She walked to a side door at the back of the room, motioning for me to follow her before disappearing through the door. I sighed, tentatively following her through the door. Behind the door was a spiral staircase and after a mental debate between reason and curiosity, curiosity won, and I ran up the staircase. I entered what looked like the priest's office. Dara stood by a window when I walked in. She heaved it open all the way before waving her hand to me. I walked up to her, my eyebrows knitting together even tighter.

"Follow me," was all she said before climbing out the window. My jaw dropped and I ran over to the window, ducking my head out of it. I found her easily climbing up the side of the church. The bricks stuck out in the perfect places, giving her a step to climb on. She made her way to the roof with ease, clearly showing signs of doing this before. I looked up at the chipping tiles and the loose bricks. I gulped and with some internal words of encouragement, I pulled myself through the window, grabbing onto the brick. I exhaled before taking careful steps to the roof.

"Crazy wall climber," I mumbled in between heavy breaths. When I reached the top, Dara had already situated herself on the edge, her legs tucked into her stomach and her arms wrapped around her knees. I smiled, joining her in that same position.

"Why here?" I asked, already knowing she would tell me.

She looked at me, a faraway look on her face. "This is where my parents got married."

I didn't say anything. I knew she wasn't done and I would wait until she was ready.

"This is also where they met," she continued, a distant look on her face. "They were ten years old. My grandparents brought them here on a Sunday. My dad told me how bored he was. He said the room was filled with people dressed in dull and dreary colors. It was all dark past