For: Desirened

Partner: BAP's Zelo

Thank you soooo much for waiting :)

Heeyoung walked off the campus of TS Academy and headed toward a Ralph’s down the street to buy the grapes her little sister has been begging her to buy. She put her hands in her pockets and hummed BTS’ latest song as she watched the leaves fall to the ground. She laughed when she thought back to Namjoon explaining how he thought of the song when-

Heeyoung froze, her feet stuck, with wide eyes when she felt an arm around her shoulder. She was too afraid to move, even move her eyes to look at who this stranger was.

“Don’t scream.” The unfamiliar voice hissed in her ear, making her grow stiff.

“Just play along.”

The stranger started walking. Heeyoung’s feet miraculously left the ground and dragged along with the force he was putting on her.

Is this how I die. Oh my god. I can’t get Yoonji her grapes. Wow, Heeyoung. That’s what you think of when you’re about to get kidnapped? Heeyoung rolled her eyes.

Usually, she would have shook her head but she was too nervous to move her body except her legs.

When she finally looked up from the ground, she saw a pair of cops roaming around the street and grows even stiffer. The grip on her shoulder tightened and pushds her to turn right.

She said a silent prayer in her head, asking the heavens to lead the police officers their way so that she can scream without getting knocked out.

After what seemed like forever, they stopped in the middle of the street.

Heeyoung glanced around, completely lost. Where are we?

The stranger let go. Her eyes grew wide when he started walking away.

“Hey!” Heeyoung gasped, cupping in shock. Why did I do that? Where did I even find the courage to-

“Are you talking to me?”

Heeyoung gulped at his cold voice. “I-I just- I’m lost.”

The boy, who has pale skin and super long legs, staree at her with the same cold expression. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Heeyoung opene  but nothing comes out. What could he do? He’s probably a criminal! I don’t want to be anywhere near him-

Heeyoung yelped when her surroundings suddenly vanished and all she could see was black. She smelled a whiff of musk, telling her that the black right in front of her eyes was the stranger’s shirt.

Wait, that means that- She glanced up and saw him staring down at her, their faces so close that she could feel his heavy breath on her hair.

Heeyoung tried to squirm out of his grasp but was met with a brick wall and strong arms around her waist. She wanted him to say something like “Hold still” or “Just wait a minute” or something so that she didn’t have to awkwardly stand there, not knowing what to do.

She made the mistake to look up again because it just resulted in her turning into tomato girl as Yeoone, her best friend, calls her when her face looks like a freshly painted red wall.

The stranger doesn’t look away.

Heeyoung thought she felt her heartbeat grow faster when she heard footsteps and male voices from behind the body in front of her. The cops.

Once the voices faded far away, the stranger backed off and walked away without another word. Heeyoung stayed there for a while longer until the growing winds of the evening made her shiver.

She forgot all about the grapes and trudged all the way home. Right before she fell asleep, the stranger’s face painted her mind and she was left with one question in the back of her head.

Knowing that he’s probably a criminal, knowing that she shouldn’t get involved, she wondered what his name was.

The question gets answered the next morning when her mom calls her downstairs for breakfast.

She heard a voice that she thought she heard somewhere. The voice in her memory was cold but it’s warm now.

She walked into the living room and her jaw dropped. Her family was sitting down, drinking tea, with the stranger with the pale skin, long legs, and musky smell.

“Heeyoung, dear! Come and meet our new neighbor. He just moved in with his grandma and he goes to your school!”

Heeyoung gawked even more, if that was even possible. She thought he was going to kidnap her yesterday and now he’s drinking tea in her living room. With her parents. How absurd!

And he lives with his grandma? I wonder if she knows what he’s doing outside of the house. And he goes to my school now! What the he-

“Sweetie, come sit down.”

“Actually, uhm.” She looked back and forth at her parents’ welcoming eyes. “I forgot I planned to meet with Yeoone today.”

Heeyoung almost ran to her front door and out with her shoes barely on. “How the hell- Why the hell is he in my house? My parents are crazy! If they find out what he is-”

“What am I?” Heeyoung shut up. “Care to tell me?”

She heard footsteps approaching her and shut her eyes. “Please just leave. Please just leave,” she whispered like a chant.

“Nice house.”

Heeyoung opened her eyes and saw the smirk on his face, making her blood boil.

“Are you a stalker? How did you know where my house was? Are you trying to kidnap me in front of my parents? How did you even get in?” She was panting by the end of her version of “twenty questions.”

The stranger laughed, making her more irritated. “Why would I follow you? I was just using yo-” He stopped and continued with the right words. “I just needed some help yesterday.”

“Running away from the police.”

“Look, it’s not what you thi-”

“Oppa!” A tinkling voice of an eight year old rang from behind them.

Heeyoung almost laughed like a mad man when Yoonji wrapped her short arms around his long legs.

“You're crazy.” She snapped at him.

Yoonji looked up at her big sister and frowned. “You didn't get me my grapes yesterday.”

“Sorry, hun. I was on my way until someone rudely kidnapped-”

“Let's go right now then.” He chimed in.

Yoonji gasped. “Really? Junhong oppa is the best!”

Junhong. So that's his name.

She repeated the name in her head when the owner interrupted her.

“Are you coming or what?” He was waiting at the front gate with Yoonji’s small hand is his.

“As long as you promise not to strand me in the middle of nowhere.”