The rest of the day was a blur of shopping, translating, eating more than either of you could stand and driving around downtown Paris in a weird awkwardness that hadn't let up since you found out about the facebook thing.

You vowed, the second you got some privacy and your laptop, you would either delete the whole thing, or at least make it all private.

”...I mean, who doesn't have a single privacy setting activated? I’ve never met anyone before you. The whole thing is just completely public.”

His reasons for looking into you. You got it. He had to be sure you weren't some psycho...but thinking back on some of the you'd said about this man...you felt like a ing psycho the longer you thought about it.

He seemed to find it funny and the longer he sat there remembering the little tidbits the more and more humiliated you felt.

“Besides...you seem to know a lot about me.”

Damn him and his….points.

You parted ways with him in the parking garage. Walking swiftly away from where he fiddled around with his bag in the trunk, you simply shouted a quick ‘thanks for the meal today!’ As you ran to the elevators.

Inside your room you your laptop and slapped it a little to urge the stupid thing to boot up faster.

The privacy settings were easy to navigate on the desktop site and you activated every single option you found.

Even going so far as to change your smiling happy face to a picture of the Eiffel Tower that you had snapped earlier today while Kyungsoo had been signing autographs for a group of fans that had gathered. You were careful to watch their numbers incase you had to flash your staff badge and get them to back off. They turned out to be sweet and respectful enough and when they eventually left you urged him to change locations as the fans seemed to pass the word on that he was here.

You’d finished your frantic lockdown of everything in your Facebook and went through your wall wincing at the things he had read. While most of it was simply declarations of undying love for the man, a few things you'd shared on your wall were a bit more...objectifying.

Jesus, the video of a montage of close ups of his ...you wanted to fall asleep and never ever wake up.

You moved on to your Tumblr. That was a whole other nightmare you didn't even want to dream about him discovering and a few clicks through the settings and the entire blog was deleted.

Followers be damned, this was life or death. Should that man get his little scrolling fingers over there he'd surely had some goons fill your pockets with rocks and toss you into the river.

You started a brand new blog entirely dedicated to reblogging cute kittens and puppies and logged in with the app on your phone in the off chance that he got ahold of it and got too curious.

After thirty minutes in the ‘omgkitties!’ tag, reblogging everything you saw that wasn't when your phone buzzed as a new alert from Facebook flashed across your screen.

A friend request.

You sat up straight and stared wide eyed at the profile of the person who had just friended you on this godforsaken website.

The profile picture was of the Eiffel Tower and your heart leapt up into your throat, realizing that it was from nearly the same spot as you had taken your profile picture earlier today.

In fact, there was a small bit of the crowd and when you squinted and zoomed in, you could make out the top of your head and your hand raised, taking a picture with your phone.

The name of the person who sent the request was three letters in English.

DKS and the profile was bare. Very few events aside from the creation of the profile and a header picture of some bridge you didn't recognize. Everything else was private and there was absolutely no identifying information to be found.

Your phone buzzed again as you stared in complete disbelief and shock at the friend request from Do Kyungsoo, your bias in EXO. The man you had spent the entire day with and the man who you, until today, vowed rather publicly, horrifyingly and embarrassingly, that you would marry some day.

You snapped out of the daze to check the new text you had gotten from the same unsaved phone number that he had used to text you earlier today and you swiped to read a single word.

’Accept.’

The man was insane.

Your bias was a crazy person.

What could possibly be his motive for this? Did he really want to be your friend or was he addicted to watching you make a fool out of yourself, having been watching your, very active feed for at least a solid month now.

You pictured it now...a quick shower to clear himself of the day as he changed into sweats for the evening rehearsal he was scheduled for in less than 20 minutes now, he sat down to check your Facebook, expecting to find familiar fangirling about your fantastic day and finding nothing...he'd been cut off. Cold turkey.

You wondered if he even waited any time at all before sending the request.

As you scrolled down again something looked off and you checked the date the profile was created.

Today.

The man had created this profile today with the intentions of friending you to get back in and see your ridiculous posts of the day.

You were his entertainment and he needed the laugh.

You frowned and tossed the phone down with a groan placing your hands over your face.

What should you do?
He was… well he was Kyungsoo.

Bias aside, you actually had an incredible time today. He was charming and funny and easy to talk to and you wanted desperately to get along with him. Honestly you wanted to marry him and look at his face in the morning as soon as you opened your eyes. You wanted to kiss those plump lips and get lost in their softness and you wanted to be able to touch him as much and whenever and wherever you pleased...

But he was confusing you.

He'd tease you relentlessly one minute and then pay you some weird offhanded compliment another. You hardly had time to recover from the teasing to recognize the compliment before the conversation had switched to something else. How in the world had you only been with him for one day? It felt like you’d been teased for a month's worth of material already. Of course that was your fault….you'd given him that much to work with already with your embarrassing online activities.

Your phone buzzed again and you opened one eye to look at the message in your hand.

’Pretty please?? :( ‘

Ohh he was playing dirty.

You quickly switched to Facebook and accepted the request, tossing the phone down so you could scream into your pillow completely frustrated at how ed you were right now.

You weren't needed for the rehearsal since your assignments, the members, were busy and when Anna and Maria invited you to come and watch along side you jumped at the chance. A quick change of clothes out of the fancy work attire, and into shorts and a plain t shirt made you feel much more comfortable as you and the other two girls curled up backstage, out of the way of anyone who was working setting things up, testing lighting and pyrotechnics and making last minute adjustments to the choreography due to differences in the stage size.

The entire production worked hard and you were amazed at how well things flowed. The sound system was tested as the members sang and danced in their sweats and other athletic gear. Some members wore caps, some beanies.

You tried your best, you really did...trying to give all of the group members equal attention, and a rap line from Chanyeol, or a dance solo from Jongin and Lay would pull your attention for a moment but your eyes always drifted.

Whether he was dancing or not, whether he waited for his cue, or sang his line your eyes found him. You sat somewhat behind and left of the stage so your eyes tended to seek out his back and you would blink rapidly, slapping your cheeks lightly when you caught yourself doing it.

At one point you must have given up entirely because you had just spent the last 10 minutes staring at his as it moved around the stage. He was wearing black sweat pants and they seemed to be fitted near his . Or maybe his just filled them out very well, but the round orbs had you completely transfixed until the song ended and you were broke out of your trance as the view of his vanished, pivoted and you found yourself staring directly at his crotch...and it was moving closer and closer and…

“Hey, get me a water will you?” His low voice spoke up close. Very close and you were startled back to focus and look up into his face as he stood directly above and in front of you with his arms across his chest. The plain white shirt he wore strained at the arms over his biceps and you anxiously swallowed, wondering if he knew what you had been so preoccupied with.

You nervously nodded and jumped up to your feet as you rushed to the cooler where you had seen staff grabbing water bottles and you made your way quickly back to where he stood and waited.

You uncapped it for him before you handed him the bottle and he grabbed it and drained half before he handed it back to you with a smirk.

He turned to walk away and you felt your shoulders relax as you exhaled the breath you had been holding when there was a pause in his steps and your eyes widened to see him turning back around, walking back in your direction with his head down in thought and his finger raised into the air.

“Just...one more thing before I forget--” he said and you heard his voice drop an octave. He took another step and you suddenly felt crowded by his proximity. He was hot from the practice and you could actually feel the heat from his skin radiating off of him. You were frozen. He was too close and there were so many people around. You looked around yourself quickly but everyone was busy and he took yet another step before you felt the warmth of his fingertips along the bare skin of the back side of your upper arm.

“My eyes are up here,” he growled. Your own eyes were wide as saucers and his were dark and foreboding as he stared deep into your soul, mere centimeters from your face.

His fingers flexed, digging lightly into the flesh of your arm before he let go and you saw him drop his gaze slowly from your eyes down your face and lower. You felt the effects of his very slow and very deliberate movement and he stopped at your chest level before he cocked his head to the side and looked back up into your eyes in a flash.

There was a smirk on his mouth and a twitch of his eyebrow and you coughed and choked on your own saliva that had somehow ended up in the wrong tube. He turned and vanished and you felt the trembling in your legs that told you you had to get the out of there before you collapsed because you had been caught, called out on it, and then given a small taste of you