I used to love clubbing. I really did. But at one point in time I just stopped. Because the loud music wasn’t as fun as it used to be, and the people inside wasn’t as interesting as Jongin and the others. It was not maturity – like some people suggested – that urged me to stop in the first place. It was just boredom. I no longer enjoyed the noisy scene with shrewd erts rubbing their bottoms against others in the most undignified way. I had my fair share of trouble in clubs years ago, something the medias had never picked up because of my hidden identity. Those were my wild days shared with Joonmyun.

                  This wasn’t a popular scene in Seoul because of its location. It was a bit further to the southern part of the city, close to the suburban whereas more youth were looking for something more vibrant in the center. I had never been here before, not knowing that such a place existed. The music was loud and boring. It was a mix of something in the 90s and the newest k-pop song I had never listened to. The drink, however, was ridiculously good, and even though I warned myself not to take too much, I had already piled up glasses of cocktails on one side and asked for more.

                  Kim Jongin was late. Half an hour into the meeting time and he hadn’t shown up. I was completely alone, shrugging off erts left and right, though I wouldn’t refuse a free drink, either. The bartender was not bad looking at all – perhaps the alcohol was doing more of the talking than I ever would. He tried to entertain me when he wasn’t so busy, and he was a very charming talker, given his position in the club and that smiling handsome face. I stopped when Jongin showed up beside me, a bit alarmed that he suddenly appeared without a warning.

                  “Where are your usual sidekicks, Sena? I didn’t see Oh Sehun or Luhan anywhere tonight.”

                  “Thought you wouldn’t like them. Business is between you and me, and no one else, so get on with the information and let me leave quickly,” I replied. I didn’t realise I was half-grinning like the mad hatter – in the frightening kind – when I caught my reflection in the glass, and I had to do just about anything not to shriek because goodness gracious, I looked like a hot mess – not so hot, more of a mess. My wavy hair was curly now, and it stuck all over the places, almost like the sleepy bed-hair I usually had after I tied my bun in a very lazy day. I didn’t want to look bad, especially not in front of this man.

                  “And you’re close to being drunk. Doyoung, stop giving her more glasses,” He shot a warning look and the bartender immediately backed off to the other corner, leaving the two of us alone. We were out in the open, and anyone could have heard the conversation, but I guess I should comply with his odd way of exchanging information. “I’m being serious, Sena. Would you please stop drinking and look at me?” He snatched the glass away and almost threw it onto the floor, “Where is Oh Sehun and your little group of Elites?”

                  “When did you start speaking ‘please’, Jongin? You have never been polite to anyone,” I smiled when he grabbed me by the wrist and pushed up my chin so our faces were close apart. I wondered how he would taste now and if it would still be the same after our last kiss in the pool two years ago. Would it bring me the same comfort and contentment I had always wanted? Would he still taste like desires and dreams mixed together? Perhaps the alcohol gave me courage to speak of my heart, so I did not hold back, “Your eyes are pretty. They are the colour of the storm. Always so chaotic and full of tragedy.”

                  “I am very much aware of that, Princess. Now call Oh Sehun here before we regret it.”

                  The first word that came into my mind was sadly not regret, but Princess. I had not allowed anyone else to call me that since Jongin used it so fondly before, and I didn’t have the heart to give out that privilege to anyone else. He wasn’t being sincere – that much I could tell – but I didn’t care. Princess sounded like a mocking on his part, and it didn’t matter why because in his eyes, I was always a spoilt Princess – needing to be taken care of and pampered all day long.

                  Both his hands were grasping mine tightly, but I couldn’t hold back from grazing his cheeks, causing him to wince from the sudden gesture. It was rather intimate, and very affectionate, considering our past together. I choked and stepped in closer, drawing the distance between us to a zero, as his scent engulfed me. This moment felt so surreal – like a piece of dreams I had always had. And I meant it when I said his stormy eyes were pretty. They were always full of unspoken sorrow.

                  “I don’t think I could ever forgive you, Kim Jongin. I liked you so much. It’s so unfair for you to leave me behind, crying… And crying… Until I realised you never loved me, too,” I spoke, half-laughing, half-frowning. I was just blurting out everything now, and it was really silly. I sounded foolish, even as he dragged me halfway across the dance floor. It was not romantic at all, but with Jongin, it never was. Everything was always a surprise because of his impulsive nature and my reckless attitude.

                  “Princess, you’re not thinking clearly. You are drunk. I need to get you to sober up because…”

                  I cut him off with a kiss. And the seconds fell into minutes when I pulled him in, deeper. Both of us grasping for air from each other’s mouth. I could tell he wanted me, too. The sudden giddiness took over me as I tiptoed and held his neck closer, as if by doing so, I would be tasting his everything. It was crazy. The alcohol was insane. I was mad. I must be mad, and yet, I had never felt anything quite as valid before. He was yearning for me, too. His kisses had told a different story from the lies he would usually say. Words might lie, but not our bodies. The way he responded to me gave me hopes.

                  None of us wanted to pull away. That kiss was the best Goddamn kiss I had ever had. There was no butterfly nor fireworks – not the cheesy bulls writers wrote to deceive little kids of love. I held him, hands to hands, heart to heart, lips moulding into one. When one was so passionately engrossed in a lovers’ kiss, we simply got lost. Because the pounding of my heart was louder than the universe, and my mind was blank, and at the same time, it was colours that spoke so profoundly in silence. It was beautiful, and God, I swore this man always had a way to push me off the edge of that cliff.

                  I pulled away first, coughing for air after what seemed like forever. At first, he was stunned, then he wiped the stain of my red lips away from his, almost too sensually that I had to fight back the urge of kissing him again. One moment he was dazed as I was, then the firmness on his expression returned, and it was flawlessly deceitful. It was almost as if nothing ever happened. He was stiff, his eyes searching mine with this inexplicable soreness. He should have lied better.

                  “Sena, please… Stop this and sober up. Why didn’t you bring Oh Sehun with you? Don’t you know how dangerous it is for someone like you to be roaming out here without protection? What in their Goddamn minds think that they could let you off without any Elites, especially since you’ve been told that Grandfather is returning? I swear to God I will kill Oh Sehun when I have the chance to.”

                  Jongin never spoke in an orderly long paragraph before. He was always quiet, one or two sentences were the most he would ever speak of. There was this wild look in his eyes, as if he was bewildered, and perhaps even scared. I could not fathom why. His words didn’t make much sense. I slowly stepped away, analysing what he just spoke of with dizziness swapping in and out. I was not that much of a good drinker, and the alcohol was particularly strong for the cocktails.

                  “What are you talking about, Kim Jongin? I don’t get you. Why do you keep on asking about Sehun?” I burped uncharacteristically.

                  “You should have known better when I asked you to come here, Sena,” He glared and grabbed me by the wrist, again dragging me across the dance floor. I tried to struggle in vain, because his strength was far greater than mine. He had a grim expression on, much darker than the mask he usually put on. This time, it was like a grim reaper had descended down on him, waiting to take on someone’s life. It was not a pretty sight, because after the lightness of alcohol slipped off of my brain, I was starting to feel a little unnerved.

                  Something was wrong with Kim Jongin, and I didn’t know what it was.

                  “Well, well, well,” In the dark parking lot, only a clapping sound was heard. I paled down instantly when Jongin stopped in his track, and we both slowly turned around to face that man in the wheelchair, pushed by Yoon Sohee. Grandfather was as pale as he looked in the picture, almost like a corpse, but his eyes were shining with lust and hunger when he saw me. I wanted to step back and run, but Jongin held me tightly on the spot. “I thought you were just bluffing when you said you would catch her for me, Jongin. And here she is. Finally out of her protection circle. It certainly is nice to see you again, Sena, especially after the unfavourable encounter we had two years ago.”

                  “Let me go!” I cried and tried to bite Jongin off, but he wouldn’t budge. It had come to this point now. Even though he didn’t bring legions of heavily armed soldiers, I knew that the presences of seven Shadow fighters behind him had doomed whatever chances I had to escape. I suddenly regretted not bringing Sehun tonight and putting blind faith into Kim Jongin once more. What was I thinking when I thought that I could handle this by myself? I should have at least informed Sehun and the others of my plan and whereabouts before I came here.

                  Damn pride. I could only blame it on myself. I was too foolish and now it was my turn to die. I struggled less, but I still tried to push my way out of Jongin’s tight grip to no avail. I didn’t know how anyone could be so inhumanely strong, even more so than Sehun. The expressionless face he put on disgusted me. “What do you want, Grandfather? Do you want to kill me? Do you want my blood? . Let me go, Kim Jongin? How could you sell me off like this? you!”  

                  When I was angry, my train of thoughts became very monotonous, as they all screamed you again and again. It was a swirl of emotion in a single moment, from disappointment to hatred to regret. If Grandfather took me to his hide-out, I would probably die. Sehun wouldn’t even know. He would think that I was just escaping, or taking a trip for a few days from the headquarter. I would die. As the realisation dawned on me, I stopped struggling and slumped back like a paper doll.

                  “Quit being hysterical, Sena!” Grandfather firmly reprimanded, “Yes and no, you won’t be killed for now, and I do want your blood. You could help me live for another few decades, Child.”

                  “You should have died,” I was talking to thin air, but Jongin knew it was directed to him. He flinched, perhaps guilt finally consumed him. The flashback of two years ago came to me and I wanted to sob out loud, knowing that I had once again, fell onto his trap. This must be his trick, and I fell for it pretty easily. I wanted to curse out loud, but it would do no good for my current position. I was being held hostage here, and my future was looking bleak as the night sky. “You should have died in the ocean two years ago. That way, my grief of parting with your death would not kill me as it does when you betray me for the second time.”

                  His body stiffened, and as he caught my falling body on the ground, I could hear a very faint whisper before the darkness embraced me completely, “I’m sorry, Sena. I really am.”                                     

                 A/N: Sorry all, was out on a trip so here's the update to you. Hope you enjoy the summer holiday like I do.