This chapter is all in Miyoung's point of view :) And it's kind of fluffy too lol. Enjoy!

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MiYoung's POV:

I felt the fingers of a man graze my hand gently to call my attention, and as I looked up into his eyes, the sparkle that shone through his was unexplicable. But even though I could see his eyes, the rest of his face was strangely undefinded...

"What are you trying to do?" I asked teasingly.

He smirked playfully while looking at me from underneath his eyelashes, fully aware of the effect that had in me.

"What if I told you that I'm trying to show you how much you mean to me?" His soft voice sent shivers down my spine, relaxing me but at the same time making me as nervous as I could possibly get.

"I don't really know if I actually mean a lot to you, or it's just pathetic pity." I said, trying to control the unerving trembling in my system.

He chuckled ever so beautifully, not being very helpful with my situation.

"What makes you think I'd love you for anything else?"

Pain ripped through me at his response, making me blurt out a small disappointed whimper.

"Are you...serious?" I said, my voice shaking.

"You offer financial stability and comfort, and you're so desperate to be loved and cared for that you don't care what I do with you, just so that I never leave your side...you're just easy and convinient like that." his devilish smile scared the living soul out of me.

I small tear spilled out of my left eye and rolled gently down my cheek, with parts of my heart rolling down with it.

He growled angrily and took my face roughly with both hands, forcing me to look at him straight in the eye, fire blazing in them.

"Stop crying!! You have nothing to cry about!! Just accept that I'll never love anything that you are, you're just that broken and useless!"

He shook my head furiously as a sad cascade of tears damped my cheeks along with his hands. He began kissing my neck in complete anger, but with a strong hint of desperation, I felt helpless.

"You are mine now, don't worry." He muttered into the base of my neck, as if those words could soothe the cruelty of the last ones.

"I don't think I'd want to be with someone who does not love me." I said, my voice cracking.

He looked up into my face once again, this time, his face became clear as water, and the identity of the misterious man shocked me more than anything else.

Nichkhun.

I gasped and he continued to smile devilishly at me, leaning in closer and closer...

My eyes shot open to find my empty, dark bedroom. It was all a dream.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, trying to get that horrible image of Nichkhun's blood-red eyes filled with anger, hate and lust. It was the third time I'd had the same dream since my kiss with him.

I'd been battling with myself since the staff party, where Nichkhun had left his lips imprinted on mine for the first time, lighting something that had never been lit inside of me, and half of my inner battles were debates of what to call that light that was now inside of me.

The other half were dedicated to the theme of my dreams about Nichkhun: why does he insist on being with me? Pity? Actual love? Financial convienience? I had no idea, and the simple idea of it being anything other than love or actual interest, killed each and every one of my brain cells slowly, leaving me light headed.

And the worst thing about it all, is that I've missed him terribly for the past three days. I rested my head against my bed's headboard and let my mind wonder, imagining everything that I liked about Nichkhun's company. That pair of big brown eyes that no matter how much I looked into them, I never got tired of the way they stared back at me with that unchanging sparkle. That soft smile that never failed to reasure me that everything was going to be fine, and that managed to inspire so much happiness and love. I missed his endless patience, that no matter how many times he had to repeat the same instructions to me, he always did it in the kindest way possible, always smiling, always guiding. 

I could almost feel his warm hands taking me softly by the forearm, helping my aim with the golf club. I missed the way he hugged me everytime my family situation got the worst out of me, wrapping one arm around my waist, while the other rubbed my back softly, like if I was some kind of baby to him.

But most of all...the feeling of those soft, plump lips against mine, moving together in perfect synchronization, and fitting each other like a glove, like they were meant to be locked to each other like that fromthe very beginning. I missed everything about him, and it killed me just how clueless our situation was.

I remained sitting in my bed a few more minutes before I glanced at the clock. It was 2:30 am and I'd slept around four miserable hours. I was completely drained but sleep was not my friend that night. All of a sudden my phone vibrated violently and I reached over to my nightstand to pick it up. 

It was a text message. From Nichkhun.

Meet me at the Golf House's basketball court if you can't sleep.

I can't either.

-Nichkhun

A smile slowly spread across my face as I took in the words on the text message.

I jumped from my bed without thinking and grabbed a hoodie from my closet on my way out the room. I looked both ways before crossing the gigantic hall and wallked down the stairs. I decided to go out the back door in the kitchen, where nobody could possibly hear me leaving.

I was halfway through the kitchen when a deep voice cleared it's throat behind me, scaring me to the chore of my being. I flinched hard and turned around to find Raph sitting next to the kitchen counter with a glass of cold milk in his hand. Damn it, I forgot about Raph's midnight snacks.

"Minnie, where are you going?" he asked softly.

"Just...out." my voice shook stupidly.

"Out, where?"

I swallowed real hard and the tips of my fingers started to get cold, something that happened everytime I got too nervous.

"Umm...with...friends..." that was by far the most pathetic excuse I could have possibly come up with. 

Raph sighed sadly, "Honey, I'm not trying to make fun of you, but you don't have any."

I knew that was true. I dropped my head and stared at my feet for a few seconds, not knowing what to say next. What would Raph think of all this?

"Go. I know you're going with your trainer."

My head shot up to look at him. "What?"

"Look, I know about you and Nichkhun, I saw that kiss."

I gasped. "You saw?"

"Well, yes. You didn't hear the car until it was right next to you, but I saw all the way from the entrance to the driveway."

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"For what? Liking someone?"

"No...for not doing what my dad wants me to"

"Minnie, it's time that you decide your own future, he can't force you to marry someone you don't like."

I looked up at him with teary eyes and he smiled at me with that grand-fatherly smile of his. I walked over to him and gave him a tight hug. I owed him something different everyday.

"Thank you Raph."

"Just be happy, Miyoung." he muttered in my ear.

I let him go, smiled at him one more time and then felt his hand slip into mine to drop something on my palm, it was a set of car keys.

I smiled even wider, pecked him on the cheek and ran out the back door and towards the garage, where the black Porsche I got for my 18th birthday was parked. I barely used it.

I got in and the engine while looking at myself from the rearview mirror, afraid of the amount of excitement that radiated from my face.

I got to the Golf House in under 5 minutes, since the streets of Seoul weren't very transited at those late hours of the night. I went inside and headed for the new basketball court, installed in a building my father was working on behind the actual golf house, it was a separate sports club of some sort. I really didn't understand why it had to be behind the golf house though.

I ran inside and the loud echoing of my shoes against the smooth floor made me walk slower and quieter. I looked around and found nothing but emptiness, until I heard a much too familiar voice behind me, coming from the bleachers.

"Why did your father add a besketball court to a GOLF house?" I heard Nichkhun say, emphazising the "golf" part.

I sighed in relief at the sound of his voice, and as I turned around to look at him, I answered: "I have no idea, but he's building a swimming pool too."

He chuckled softly, but the amplitude of the court echoed his laugh loudly, filling my ears completely. And I felt at home.

He was laying down on the bleachers, looking right at the ceiling.

"Hey." he said, turning his head to look at me.

"Hi."

He sat back up and motioned with his finger for me to sit next to him, so I began walking up the bleachers. As I sat down, he smiled happily at me, like he wanted to see me as much as I wanted to see him.

"Can't sleep, huh?" I asked.

"Not at all for the past three days...but I don't know why I had a rough time with it particularly on this day."

Something scrunched up inside my chest at the realization that we both had trouble sleeping since that night...and there was that feeling again...that THING that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Yeah...me too." I answered, my voice sounded out of breath.

"You ok?" 

"Yeah...I just...I'm a little nervous."

"Why?" his voice sounded truly curious.

"I've never sneaked out before."

He threw his head back in laughter at my response and I smaked his right arm, a little annoyed.

"Is that what you're nervous about? I thought it was beacuse of me..." His last sentence was flirty and teasing. It sent shivers down my spine.

I looked down in embarrassment. "Shut up."

"Is it me or not?" he continued to mock me.

I didn't want to give myself into his arms immediately, but gosh he made me so vulnerable sometimes.

I hesitated. "Maybe..."

He laughed once again, softer this time, and hugged me by the shoulders, pulling me closer into his chest. I felt him smile against the side of my head.

"You really are something, aren't you?"

I smiled at his words and snuggled a little closer into his chest, wrapping both arms around his waist. I felt so safe.

We stayed in that position for what seemed like hours, but it was just a few minutes until he pulled me back to look at me straight in the face. His gaze was so different from that awful devil in my dreams...his staring made me feel special, not scared. But something inside of me still had that small sting of fear.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"Well...we do want to be with each other...right?"

"Yeah."

"So, we are going to have to figure something out to make that happen. Cause I'm not willing to give up on you just yet, Miyoung."

"Me too." I said, my voice more confident this time.

He smiled like he was glad to hear that. "Good."

"Wooyoung...is trying to break things off." I told him.

"He is? Wasn't he in love with you or something?"

"It turns out, that's exactly why he's breaking it off. He said he didn't want to be the one getting in the way of me and happiness."

Nichkhun nodded in understanding, but then he frowned and said: "Are you sure about that? Or could it be just some other scheme created by his parents?"

I snorted. "That's dumb. Wooyoung would never do that to me, if anything he has always been fully aware of my unwilligness to marry him, and he's never been completely okay with our parents forcing us into things."

"That better be true." He answered, sort of angered.

"Hey, are you jealous or something?" I laughed.

"A...little." he answered, looking at me from underneath his eyelashes innocently. It made me laugh even harder.

"Don't laugh at me!" He yelled back.

I took his face in between my hands and kissed the tip of his nose. His eyes widened and I smiled.

"Idiot." I muttered and he snorted as I let go of him.

I finally started to feel the tiredness and sleepiness of the past three days and I yawned loudly next to him.

"Tired?" He asked.

"Yeah...I haven't slept in three days."

He scooted closer to me and took my face in his hands, kissing me as gently as he could. He then took me by the shoulders once again and layed my head against the top part of his chest.

"Then, sleep." He said quietly.

"I don't think I can... stay much longer." I answered, I was a nervous reck once again.

"We'll get back before your dad goes out to work, don't worry."

"Promise? I don't want to get us both into trouble."

"Promise. And you're never trouble to me." He said sincerily.

He rubbed my right arm soflty, soothingly guiding me into sleep. My eyes fluttered for a second before I felt his lips soflty graze the top of my head.

"Goodnight, Miyoung."

"Goodnight, Khunnie." I answered mockingly.

He chuckled and rested his head on top of mine, closing his eyes at the same time as me, and we both slept.

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Two hours later my eyes fluttered open and I was still laying on Nichkhun's chest, I squirmed away from his embrace and stared at his sleeping face for a few seconds. It was peacful and angelic, like a small baby. A baby with very thick eyebrows. I smiled and touched one of those bushy eyebrows of his. He was so adorable.

His eyes shot open at my touch and once he realized it was me he smiled sleepily.

"Wake up, you big baby."

"What time is it?" He asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"According to my phone it's 4:30 a.m. My father leaves at 5:30, I have to go."

He groaned. "You have to? That was the best nap I've ever had." He chuckled.

"I'm serious."

"Fine, lets go." He answered, getting up and walking me to the front part of the Golf House, where my car was parked. Nichkhun's mouth dropped.

"You have a Porsche?!"

I laughed. "You want me to give you a ride?"

"No, I want to drive it."

I laughed even harder. "Under one condition."

"What? Don't be so evil!"

"Promise that you'll be descreet about us, at least until Wooyoung figures out how to break off the engagement, understood? You're too much of a PDA fan."

He sighed. "Fine, no PDA."

"Good." I answered, throwing the car keys at him. He beamed and ran to the driver's seat, turning on the engine as soon as he got in.

"Damn, I hadn't seen a Porsche since my father died."

I swallowed real hard as I got into the passenger's seat. "Your dad had a Porsche?"

"Yeah, believe it or not, my family was quite wealthy before my father died." he sounded too matter-of-fact to be talking about his dead father.

"Sorry."

"That's okay. This is a good memory. My dad was fun." he smiled, with a small hint of sadness.

I smiled and his right arm. "Go ahead! Take me home."

He chuckled and began driving. I stared at his profile while driving most of the ride home, he sang along to some cheesy songs on the radio like one of those cutsey, aegyo idols. He looked ridiculous and stupid but it made me laugh so hard, was he really 22 years old?

We stopped outside of his apartment building and we both got out of the car so I could switch seats. Once I was seated in the driver's seat, he poked his head through the window to look at me.

"Thank you."

"For what?" I asked.

"Helping me regain sleep." He said jokingly.

I laughed. "You're welcome. And thank you to you to."

"No but in all seriousness, thank you for accepting me. I may not be able to give you everything Wooyoung offered to give you, but at least I'll try my best." he said quietly.

I kissed his nose again. "Idiot. I didn't want any of the things he offered."

He laughed and ruffled my hair. "You sure are something."

"Stop saying that."

"I mean it, you are kind of bound to change my world."

I looked down and smiled. "Well, you're already changing mine."

Hey people!! I hoped you liked that, I really liked this chapter for some reason. I gues I just really want that to happen to me lol. Please comment and subscribe and tell me what you think about the story. Some evil stuff is about to unfold so stay tuned! And THANK YOU to all of my new subscribers, I love you all! -Taemaximum