*𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠𝟙

-나는 그들의 것, 그들은 내 꺼야-

"you'll do it?" i looked at him in disbelief, "seriously?"

"yeah, i'll do it" he stood up, "but, are you entirely sure about this?" he looked unsure.

"are you going to ask me that a million times?" i looked up at him.

i put up a straight face, but inside i was bursting with excitement. an odd sensation was forming between my legs at the thought of what he'll do.

"areum, i've killed people that way" he sighed, "what?"

"you've killed people during sex?" i was at a loss of words at what he said, unsure i heard him correctly.

"it's never been intentional, but it's happened. luckily not with anyone I've cared about. that's the only good part" he sat down on a loveseat again. "it doesn't justify it, but it has happened. you have to know that" he looked at me with a strange expression. a mix of guilt over his past mistakes and sorrow.

"but, you won't hurt me" i reassured him, but i felt like i was also reassuring myself.

"seungcheol" i walked towards him and sat down on his thigh. i've become so bold in my actions without realizing it. i ran my hands through his dark locks, hoping to give him some comfort. "you said it yourself, it wasn't on purpose. it was an accident. you didn't mean to kill them." i repeated his earlier statement to him.

he looked up at me from under his hair. "i've killed nine women that way," he wrapped his arms around my small waist.

nine women!?

"you'd be surprised how many women die during one-night-stands" i looked down at him. his expression changed from regretful to confused from my attempt to make the situation better. "what? i looked at the numbers"

he only chuckled at my words. "thanks for trying to make it better" he leaned into me. "it wasn't your fault, cheol" i placed my cheek on top of his head.

his cherry shampoo smells nice, i smiled.

🌷

"are the guys okay?" i muttered as i laid beside him for the first time since we arrived in london. before tonight we had slept in different rooms. at first, it was because of my period, then it was because we argued, now we finally had a chance.

"yeah, they're still having trouble getting josh to talk, but they've made progress," he looked up at the ceiling as i looked at his side profile.

"that's good" i smiled, even though i knew what they were doing to him.

"but, i've been thinking" he started, "they might have found us."

"what?" i sat up from the bed. his voice was dark and slight irritation in it, there was a harsh scowl on his face.

i felt cold water wash down my spine when he said that, "are we leaving again?" i panicked.

"no. we're not leaving. plus, i'm not entirely sure." he looked at the ceiling as if it was the most important thing in the room, but i could tell he was deep in thought.

"i've just felt distant eyes on us."

"what are you going to do?" i was unsettled at the thought of having people after me again.

"right now..." he paused for a moment, "nothing"

"if i see real evidence of us being followed i'll ask my unit to come here to london with us, just in case." he stood up and looked at me, kissing my shoulder.

"what do you mean unit?" i chuckled a little, he kissed my shoulder blade, causing me to giggle at the contact.

"mingyu, wonwoo, and vernon" he sounded muffled, his lips still touching my skin.

"onto more important things, tonight? or tomorrow?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling at the lobe. i knew exactly what he was talking about.

"whenever you want" he started kissing my neck now. whimpers and small moans left my lip.

"how can you think about that now?" I turned to him, "because after living for so long you learn to enjoy these moments" he kept kissing my neck, muffled moans leaving me as he did, too embarrassed to let the sounds leave my lips.

"tonight, or tomorrow?" he whispered again, chuckling as he did. he pulled me closer, only a whisper of space between us; my back was towards him and his legs were around me. "tonight?"

his lips were soft and intoxicating, cold against my hot skin. "cheol" a whimper left me.

"say my name" his hand started teasing the outline of my shirt, placing his hand under it, against my skin, and moving upward.

"seungcheol" i whispered in a trance by his actions.

in one swift movement, he turned me around so that i was straddling him, forced to look into his eyes. i felt him moan against the kiss. his lips trailing down to my neck, teasing me with gentle love bites.

"you're so sweet" he moaned. i brought my hand up to brush through his hair and the other to the back of his neck.

🌷

he was so gentle and assuring. the entire time he asked me if i was okay and if it hurt, taking a moment to stop whenever i needed it. his entire focus was making me feel good and taking care of me. i almost felt guilty for taking all of his attention; receiving everything and him getting nothing in return.

he made the entire night feel so magical, almost like something out of a fairy tale. his rough hands were so soft against my delicate skin and his lips were so soft wherever they touched.

i was ashamed of the sounds that left me, but he kept reassuring me the entire time.

in the end, i tore my hymen and i bled on the bed, but he took care of that too. he took care of everything.

it's what every girl would want for their first time with someone.

we stayed up until four in the morning, ignoring the fact that i would still have to go to school the very next day.

"seungcheol" i whispered, staring up at the ceiling, my head on his chest, hearing his every breath and heartbeat. i could feel him hum at the sound of his name.

"why are these people after us?" he grazed his thumb over my shoulder, comforting me. "i've never asked."

it took him a moment to come up with an answer.

"we accidentally killed gong-myung's brother on a mission to retrieve someone." he turned his body to face me. "we were sent by him to retrieve a man that had stolen weapons from him. gong-myung's brother, doyoung, and a few other men went with us."

he kissed my forehead, "he was shot, he was a young and naive kid, a teenager. his first mission basically." he sighed at the thought, "he got hurt and they sent him back with his brother, the mission was a failure." he paused.

"what happened after?"

"that very night was the day we found you" he chuckled. "really?" i smiled a little, "yeah" he looked down at my eyes and then up at the ceiling again.

"he was alive when he arrived at his headquarters, where his brother was. he recovered, but a few days later he died." he sighed again for the nth time. "before he died, he blamed us for getting shot and that's what gong-myung believes."

"he's after you because his brother died?" "yes, he was our responsibility in the mission and we failed. he's vengeful" he ran his fingers through my hair, playing with it. "he thinks that if he gets to you, he'll have a way of forcing us to sacrifice ourselves for you; something we will probably do if the day comes." his expression was sad and scared even.

"but before any of that happens, we'll stop them" he suddenly had a small smile on his face as he looked down at me again.

"you think joshua and the others will stop them?"

"yes"

🌷

"enough talking about such dark things. i want to ask you" he paused, a smirk appearing on his face, "did you feel good?" he moved a misplaced hair behind my ear, resting his other hand over my tummy.

"i'm guessing from your reactions it's a yes, but you can never be too careful" he chuckled.

heat ran up to my cheeks at his statement, embarrassed at my actions, "yes," i whispered sheepishly, leaning into his chest. a breathy laugh escaped him at my reaction.

"do i have to go to school tomorrow?" i muttered at him.

sure he was gentle, but my legs still feel numb.

"depends, can you walk?" he pulled away and sat up, looking down at me. i pulled the sheets over myself again.

"i don't know."

can i walk?

"let's try it" he stood up with a smile, pulling on some boxers and walking towards me. this entire time he's had the strangest smile on his face as if he had accomplished the greatest thing in life.

he stood in front of me and extended a hand for me to take, i took it and with hesitation, i swung my legs so that they were hanging over the bed and touching the floor. the cold floor sent shivers down my spine.

"one step at a time" he looked down at my feet.

i felt a flutter in my stomach at the expression on his face as he looked down; he looked so soft and gentle, but with his features, he still looked like a cold, serious man. it was heartwarming to know he was being like this with me. knowing i was the only one he was like this with.

he gently pulled me up, my legs unsteady as i took one step forward. "yeah..." i sighed, "i don't want to go to school tomorrow" i chuckled as i looked down at my limp legs.

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