✢ Club Elevate

@♑┊Choi Seunghyun His lips should be a sin. Seunghyun's entire being should be a sin. He was indulgent, delightful, pleasing. And to Taeyeon, her everything. His lips traced over her collarbones, the feeling making her shudder gently. "Please," she whispered, unable to contain it anymore. Hot tears trailed down her face as the emotions burst forth. "Please. Make the feeling go away. Take me, Seunghyun." Her hands lifted his face so that she could peer into his eyes, his hand on her thighs only solidifying the fact that she wanted this... more than anything. And he was the only one who could give it to get.

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@♑┊Choi Seunghyun She was going to refuse, shake her head and tell the girl that it was fine. She could get something to eat later. But Taeyeon didn't think her body would work right about now. With her own body so weak she could only imagine what Seunghyun was going through. Though he only showed his emotions now, Taeyeon would be sure to cherish these emotions as if it were her own. His kindness now, and not the man who yelled at her in the alleyway, was who Seunghyun really was; no matter how hard he tried to convince her otherwise. His hospitality made her smile. And then came the faint voice of his kidnapper, the voice that haunted her sleep and made her want to throw up. She was dirty. She was tainted. He'd never want her with the scars that littered her body, and the scent that clung to her skin. Maybe he was afraid to touch her because she was marked by another. Each crescent shaped scar, invisible to the human eye, throbbed with the thought. The thought that she wouldn't be the same. That he wouldn't want her that night at the club. The club. That night she was absolutely smitten with this man she had just met, a bond that made her want to stand by his side. For better or for worse. Her pale lips parted in her surprise when those memories flooded to the forefront of her mind. His hands like fire against her thighs. The way his voice made her tremble with anticipation. Seunghyun's body covering hers making her feel safe... protected... wanted. If time could rewind and pause, she'd have it stop at that time. When things seemed perfect. When she should have given herself up to him when she had a chance.

His voice lulled her from her thoughts, bringing her back to the present, the now, and making her realize that he was there. She had blacked out for a bit, a victim to her own thoughts as he ordered the girls sround. Soft hands, careful in their ways, brushed the tendrils of flattened curls away from her face, exposing the pale flesh to him. It took all of her will not to look away and cry -- she knew she was tainted. He beckoned for her, her features softening for a fraction of a second before it turned into a desperate look. She did as she was told, crawling over to him, night gown dragging along with her. The blonde made her way into his lap, legs spreading to plant her knees on either side of his hips. This position -- though intimate -- had Taeyeon blushing. Violently. Up close she noticed the worrisome look in his onyx orbs, reflecting herself there. Taeyeon noticed faintly that he breathed her scent in, a sudden wave of self consciousness crashing over her. Her neck was a haven for him now, his nose buried there against the marks that littered either side of the pale expanse of the column of her neck. The sensitive flesh made her tremble when he breathed against her. "The scars feel heavy," she whispered, thinking she said it to herself. They felt like they were wearing her down. Keeping her down. It was disgusting. Maybe... if he bit her... where HE did... it would lessen the burden. But with the amount she carried with her, and the places her bit her in, would embarrass her to no end. She couldn't imagine allowing him to sink his teeth into the raw scar on her inner thigh, so dangerously close to her womanhood. Not in her condition, at least. Perhaps when she had color in her face, the ageless flush to her cheeks and her hair was back to it's silky quality.

A sigh of relief washed over her as he confirmed it wasn't him. She didn't want that man within her line of sight. Just thinking about what he did made her shake with fear. A question was posed and Taeyeon quickly nodded in response. Of course she trusted him. She trusted him with her life, her body, her soul. "I trust you with my everything," she whispered, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of his head, eyes closing as he pushed the lacy straps of the night gown down. One shoulder exposed. Then the other. Both shoulders had the visible signs of that monster ripping into her. And he took much more than was necessary. To leave the blonde in such a condition should be a crime. "I missed you," she whispered, hands sliding up the front of his toned chest to cup his face in both of her hands. "So much." Tears could fall now. Her heart felt like it was going to burst with the emotions that coursed through her body. It left her breathless and wanting more. The second strap was pushed down. His mouth glided over the scars that lay there, the heat from him making her want his teeth. Soon the top of the dark blue night gown was pulled down to expose her chest to the air of the room; the action made her back arch into him. And then there was his face, burying into her chest, her heaving.breaths stuttering at the action. She was his. She was his. "I am yours," she whispered, voice shaky as she watched him with half lidded eyes.

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@♑┊Choi Seunghyun His voice was like a soft wave that lulled her senses alive. She shook softly in the bed that welcomed her, the heaviness in her chest making it hard to speak at the moment. She felt like she was going to curl in on herself. When he came into view, though, she was more than happy to actually see him. He was tangible, real. Like the first time they met. But, that would be for another time. Right then she just wanted to hold him. She wanted him to gold her. With her arms outstretched to receive him, he curled against her, her arms grasping onto him in a grip that would lock like iron. She'd never let him go again. His breath brushed against her neck, the faint feeling of scarred skin in the farthest reach of her minds. She had forgotten that they were there. All that mattered was the fact that the man in her arms was who she wanted. The trembling stopped once he settled against her, holding her tightly. Shaky words left his lips as he profusely apologized to her. Taeyeon shook her head, pressing a warm, lasting kiss against his forehead as she gently massaged his scalp. She didn't want an apology. She didn't want him to shake. She just wanted this. "D-don't apologize," she whispered against his skin. He trembled against her and she held him even tighter. Their limbs were entangled together, their breaths equally unstable. A soft smile plastered itself against her pale lips. The knowledge of his apologetic nature had her smiling. "You're not a monster," she whispered against his head, nose and mouth buried against jet black hair. His scent filled her lungs and a soft sigh left her. "You're perfect. You're perfect. You came for me. No monster would have left me there." Moments ticked by as he continued to apologize, his voice lulling her to sleep. Slowly her eyes closed and before she knew it she was gone. Blank. Blackness. The only thing that reassured her she was still alive was the man whose hands kept traveling up and down her back, the nightgown blocking his warm hands from coming into contact with her skin directly.

We he woke, she did as well. Taeyeon had nothing to eat for a while and add on the fact that she had lost blood meant she was growing weak. Sickly. Bags were forming under her eyes, her skin lost it's luster and her lips had gone pale. The woman at the door went unnoticed by her as she concentrated on the warm breath when he whispered against her neck. She lay beside him, unable to sit up, and nodded. She'd be fine as long as she was under his care. "I'll be fine," she whispered, her fingers tracing invisible shapes on the back of his hand. With that the woman quickly helped Taeyeon up, her blonde hair a slight mess from her hours asleep.

"Shall I get something for you to eat?" She whispered for Taeyeon to hear, eyes wide with a worried sparkle. A shake of her head had the woman stepping back and returning her attention to the male next to Taeyeon. A guest? It wasn't...

She began to panic. Her heart sped up as a cold sweat washed over her. "I-its n-not him," she whispered, trembling almost violently as she turned wide, scared baby blue orbs towards Seunghyun. "Is it?"

@♑┊Choi Seunghyun "I'm not a toy."

"Yes, and that's why you're here, with me. And not with Seunghyun." He hissed the name out, dirty and defiant.

A hand suddenly came down, hard, against his cheek. "Don't say his name like that," she growled, strong enough to hold herself up and try to move off of him. "He's no monster. He's not someone who would use people. The people he trusts, whom he looks after, all have a purpose to him. You stepped out of line." She was huffing for air harshly by the time she was finished with her rant, trying to get to the edge of the bed and off to find her friend. But he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back under him.

"That hurt, ," he smirked, pinning her hands above her head. He leaned in precariously close, mouthing at the side of her neck. Taeyeon panicked. She began chanting a slurry of "no"s, flailing her legs to get him off and struggling against his hold. "But I guess he enjoys this, huh? That bastard." With that, his teeth were sinking into the side of her neck, her body jolting off the bed and open in a scream. It hurt like hell. A thousand needles pierced her at once, her insides twisting with the feeling of someone other than Seunghyun piercing her skin.

And the sensation lasted hours after he left the room. Her body writhed and curled in on itself in pain. His name left her lips, her whispered pleas for the pain to stop went unnoticed.

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For a few days this went one. He marked her, gashed her skin, made her bleed. His nails raked up the sides of her thighs, the angry red marks making blood rise to the surface and bubble over. For hours he kept her writhing in pain. For hours she slapped him whenever she could. For days she called out to the one man that could make the pain stop.

"He wants you back," the kidnapper sneered, ripping open the back of her slip to expose her unblemished back to him. "But he never said anything about giving you back to him in one piece."

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She doesnt know when she passed out. Nor when she'd wake up. But she did know one thing: the red head who she thought was her "friend", was not. She was a witch. Who decided to keep Taeyeon alive for this very moment -- when she and her vampiric lover could take down the most powerful man in this city. She cast a spell strong enough to make the pain stop, and the nightmares rage within her.

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Days passed and Taeyeon was fully asleep, her form unmoving even when Seunghyun transported her back with him. She was unknowing as he took her back from the male who kept her captive, and to his own private dwelling. She knew not of the woman who helped her out of her ripped clothing, into the bath and a nightgown. She stayed asleep through the whole ordeal, not once flinching or refusing the services given to her.

Days passed and the scene was the same -- Taeyeon fast asleep in the large bed, her face unchanging and body unmoving. Until a finger twitched. It started with just a fingerher mind breaking down barriers; no matter how much they hurt. Then the gently stutter of her breath. It began with the twitching of her eyes and moved onto her entire body twitching to life. The pain bubbled up through and suddenly she was whining breathlessly, her body curling in on itself. "S-Seunghyun," she whispered, her entire body on fire, wherever that bastard touched was now inflamed and her skin took on a soft red color around the closed wounds. His name spilled over her chapped lips as she moved languidly on the bed.

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@♑┊Choi Seunghyun The first time she had awoken, she was awaken by a sharp, searing pain in her shoulder. The heat spread, grew, blossomed, but never budded. Her hazy mind registered that this was not her room, those were unfamiliar hands, and the lips that gently kissed at her bare neck -- the feeling heavy and disgusting -- were not the lips she wanted on her. She hated it. But her body was like lead: heavy and unfortunately grounded to the male who held her. But the pain, it was as if whatever this was, was a disease that slowly spread through her bloodstream, over her skin and tainted her. A warm tongue a cold path up the side of her neck, hands groping at her hips as he lounged back against the plush pillows laid out in back of him. "Look at you," he whispered, a breathy tone as he gently moved the hair away from the gushing wound on her shoulder. He'd leave it open... for now. His smile was blood red, tinted with her crimson essence. The smirk that spread across his lips made bile rise up in the back of . "No wonder he didn't want anyone touching you. You're like the epitome of perfection. Of purity." He smirked knowingly, laughing to himself. "As far as you humans go at least."

Taeyeon slowly, very slowly, broke out of the haze that was settled over her. Her body and mind worked, fought, over the limit of the breaking point, pushing against the boundary of... whatever this was... to the point she'd pierce through the bubble confining her consciousness. First were the words. They seemed tuned out to Taeyeon, her ears plugged with the fuzzy haze that was settled over her. Those hands that d her hips. She could feel his nails through the thin slip. When had he taken off her coat and dress? Where were her clothes? Then that laugh. Sickening. Enough to make a blind man go deaf. She hated this person. Those hands. That body under her. And that voice. All horrible. With one last mental push she was able to hear the words, understand them clearly. "Such tender skin. Like honeyed milk. He should have marked you much. Much. Earlier."

"He... didn't... want to," she gasped, feeling the full bodied effect of remembering... everything. The night at the club. His fingers on her. His words. That moment they shared when Taeyeon gave into temptation for the first time. It was... right. But the effect of it all had her almost screaming through the pain. Her head shot back, neck fully exposed to her assailant, her back arching and eyes closing. The pain that ripped through her was not comparable to that wound in her shoulder. It was much more painful. Her toes curled with the sheer brunt force that hit her. Like a freight train going at full speed. The sharp pain shooting up and down her spine, through her arms, back up to her head and through her heart made it hard to breath. But the male below her cared not for the pain she was going through. In fact, he relished in the mere sight of the woman screaming and shook and howled. The sight was in and of itself . When a human lost to the pain... oh, he took so much pleasure in making pain so very visible on his prey.

That night came flooding back to her. The eyes of this predator had her friend wrapped around him at the club. He was the one that advised her to go to the vasement. He egged her on to get into that elevator. And she was naive enough to take his word and do what he told her. But, if she hadnt, she'd never meet the man she so desperately needed in her life. That man whose very eyes, alone, could make her come undone. The male had power over the blonde woman that was so unspeakable that just the thought of it had her shaking gently. Her ears remembered those words he whispered to her, asking her if she saw him as a monster, if she wanted to leave. His objective had been to oversensitive her until she ran away from him. Away from his life. But she clearly wanted to stay. Wanted to endure whatever it was he thought she couldn't handle. "Let. Me. Return... to him," she huffed softly, able to grit out a few words behind clenched teeth. The pain was subsiding, ebbing away slowly, but still enough to make the air leave her lungs. His eyebrows rose.

"You think I'd let such a gem, such as yourself, collect dust as he puts you on a shelf with all his other play things. Do you not realize that you're just another toy to him? That he doesn't care about you?" He sneered at her as she braced herself on his chest, keeling over a bit at his words.

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@♑┊Choi Seunghyun "Just have him call me back," she sighed, storming out of the club and into the parking lot when her phone vibrated in her pocket.
「He wasn't there, huh? You know what, just come to me and I'll give you all the information you need. Hurry though, I don't think the bride will last any longer.」
The picture that was sent sent chills down her spine. Her friend, the bride, was pale and almost lifeless as she lay on a bed with white silken sheets, stained a pretty red color from the blood. Her expression seemed blissful though. Once the address was sent Taeyeon flew. The streets were a blur as she made her way through them, turning this way and that just to get to her friend. And she'd stop at nothing. Whoever was doing this would pay.

Thirty minutes later she was at a two story house in the middle of nowhere, the ominous feeling not helping the feeling in her stomach. She almost sprinted up the stairs to the front door, her hand quickly fumbling with knocking only to find out it was open... it opened by itself. She stopped then, looking around the dark room in front of her. One step inside had her heart dropping. The scent if blood filled the air. It chocked her. Two steps in. The sweet, familiar scent of her friends perfume was stained within the wood. Three steps in. The door slammed behind her and before she knew it she was out. Someone hit the nerves on the back of her neck so hard her vision went black and her body went slack as she fell to the ground.

"Such a naive girl," the voice above her rang with laughter. "Seunghyun would do anything to get you back." He picked up the woman like she was a delicate flower, blonde hair cascading over his arms as he carried her much like a lover would his precious woman. A sick smile spread over his lips as he climbed the stairs to a separate bedroom, the bed prepared with baby blue satin sheets and lilacs spread over the bed. He placed her down gently, maneuvering her so that he could take a picture of her sleeping figure to send to the one man who would walk through fire for this human woman.


「Look what I have, Seunghyun. Might I say that you've kept very good care of her, her blood was delicious. But you wouldn't know, would you? I'll give her back in exchange for something...」


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@♑┊Choi Seunghyun When she awoke the next morning her body felt light. Like it was filled with air. But sore. Especially the area around her neck. Her hand gently rubbed against the spot on her neck to find the skin a bit raised. Almost like a scar... she quickly threw back the duvet (when had she tucked herself in?) And sprinted to her vanity. Her heart almost stopped when she saw... nothing. Her mind was playing tricks on her? With a few ragged breaths she regained her bearings. It was like she lost herself to that one dream and had to reel herself in. Crap... something was messing with her.

Her phone went off as soon as she closed her eyes, head hanging low as she took controlled breaths. Her eyes looked towards the phone on her nightstand, the screen was lit up. Taeyeon could feel dread spread through her body as she walked to her phone to read the message that was spread across the screen.
「How did you sleep last night? Any good dreams?」
How.... would she know about her dreams? A tilt of her blonde head in confusion had her staring at the screen of her phone. Wasn't that a bit too convenient? But, the real question was: is she going to reply?
「What about your neck? I hope I didn't take too much」
Attached was an image. Curiosity killed the cat and Taeyeon opened it with trembling fingers. The picture... she was asleep... in her own bed... but there was blood staining the side of her neck, a long cut could easily be seen through the red.
「I didn't bite you~ it's just a cute cut. Sent the same photo to Seunghyun. After all, he's the one that got you and your friends in this mess」
An adress and club name was sent along with the message.

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Her own rage clouded her mind. Seunghyun was behind this? Then who the hell was texting her from her friend's phone?! Without even thinking she was driving to the club, in broad daylight, with her knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. It wasn't long before she was pulling up to the parking lot out front of the club, her car in park and ignition off as she ripped the keys out of the ignition. With her mind so clouded on the thought of someone messing with her and her friend, she decided she was going to take it out on, and get some answers, from the only person she knew would answer them -- Seunghyun. She didn't take precautions as she pushed her way through the front doors. "Where is he?!" She yelled, making the people who were crowded in the club stop and look at her. A few knowing, sadistic smiles went around. They could easily recognize the cut on the side of her neck... she couldn't see it. But what they didn't know was that the male whom they thought inflicted the wound on her, wasn't who they thought he was. He was not Seunghyun who glared at the employess who wanted to "play" with her almost two weeks ago.

A male, burly, blonde and tall appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. "Who do you need to see so badly, Princess?" He asked, his timbre unlike Seunghyun's and making her ears burn with the mere tone. She flinched noticeably, taking a step back... right into a busty woman who wrapped her arms around Taeyeon's delicate waist. One of her hands s up the front of Taeyeon's body, turning the blondes head to the side to get a better look at the mark on her otherwise unblemished skin.

"Mmm.. that's not his mark," she whispered, looking at the tall male in front of her. "He's much more... elegant... when it comes to marking his belongings. But he's made it clear that this girl is his. Whoever tasted her is in for a death sentence."

The blonde male hummed knowingly, motioning for the woman to release Taeyeon. Once she did, the blonde human turned around and slapped her. "Don't touch me," the girl growled, her fire engulfing her entire being, reasoning flying out of the window.

"Well, we know why he enjoys her -- she's a little spit-fire. I doubt he could handle her," the blonde male laughed, holding his stomach as his female companion looked on with such shock. "The man you're looking for isn't here right now. But I'll let him know you dropped by. Just leave your cell phone number for him to get back to you. Taeyeon was more or less reluctant to leave such personal information with a group of people that looked like they'd jump her in a dark alley and turn her into some sort of... slave. The thought made her shudder.

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@♑┊Choi Seunghyun "The sun is setting... it's dangerous out here alone," the red head smiled, pulling out her keys. "You don't know what kind of weirdos linger around here. You're gorgeous, and naive, so I worry for your safety walking back to your hotel. Get in." Like that, Taeyeon found herself sliding into the back seat of the Mercedes, as the other two slid into the two front seats. "Alright, Miss Taeyeon, just sit back and enjoy the ride." The women in the car giggled softly to themselves.

As soon as they took off Taeyeon's phone vibrated. The bride's name flashed across the screen. A text?
「 Thanks for today, she really needed it. Seunghyun looked great, huh? Normally he has a brooding look on his face, but I guess you melt his cold exterior 」
"Huh?" Taeyeon whispered softly, almost inaudible as she read the text. She? Who was "she"? Was the bride referring to herself in the third person now? A soft frown caressed her features as she replied. Her first mistake.
「It's fine sweetie. Your wedding is my top priority right now. I... don't know. Have you seen Seunghyun often?」
That would be strange... completely strange if the bride saw Seunghyun and hadn't told her. A secret job? No. She worked in an accounting office. She worked with computers! But.. then again, she didn't know what Seunghyun did for a living anyway. As she anxiously waited for the reply text they arrived at the hotel.

"We're here, dear!" The brunette smiled, turning in her seat to see the confused expression on Taeyeon's face. She frowned as well. "What's wrong?" Her worried laced voice pulled Taeyeon out of the questions drowning her mind.

"Huh? Ah, it's nothing. Just wedding plans to go over... again," she lied with a laugh, thanking the girls as she got out of the car. Her time was not wasted in the lobby or in the elevator. Before she knew it she was back in her suite room, stripping out of her boots and coat as she looked at her phone, waiting for an answer. None came. It was quiet. And it stayed like that for the next two hours, and by then she was ready to sleep. Her eyelids were growing unusually heavy, her heart rate slowing as they slid shut and she passed out in her bed. Her body was heavy tonight, maybe from the stress she was putting herself under. Or the fact that she missed Mr. Dark and Brooding. Or that she didn't get the chance to get to know him better at the cafe. She made it her internal goal to get some information on the male. Whether she had to go digging for that information herself, or not. But she was just too tired to think about it anymore. So she let her head take over; her dreams dancing.

「An old world beauty. Victorian era. Her hair flowed with golden avengence, shining brilliantly in the sun as her blue eyes looked this way and that for a potential suitor. Her maiden body was shoved in a blue corset, the dark color contrasting her eyes so well that the darker blue gave way for mystery in her own baby blue orbs. Thin hands were gloved in white satin. How beautiful her silhouette was as she walked through the crowd of men that vied for her attention. One after the other they fell to her feet, begging her to accept him. But none could garner the attention they wanted from her. None of these humans, at least. One man in particular grew the woman's appreciation every growing day, his half hearted rage towards her only giving way to want. His constant pushing pulled her back in. It was an art to get the young golden lady to become so infatuated with just one man. One man. And his smile took her breath away. His laugh, low and inaudible, made her mind go blank. She wanted to surrender herself to him. To give him her humanity as long as he'd keep her by his side.

But she knew NOTHING of the man before her. Knew not that his words put any other human under a drunk trance. Knew not that she was just a way for him to... eat. Or so she would have never thought. He held her securely in his arms, ensuring she would never leave him. Her head was tilted to the side exposing a long column of milky skin of her neck. And with a low moan from the woman, he was sinking his teeth into her flesh, another long, drawn out moan escaping her as her eyes closed. It was painful, but soon the pain melted away, leaving a dull ache and a blooming, warmth pooled in her stomach. Nothing in her entire life felt quite like this. Like molten lava was coursing through her body, the flames consuming her from head to toe. When he pulled away he muttered one simple word, "mine", into her ear.

Funny... that voice sounded just like... 」
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@♑┊Choi Seunghyun ° < and this is where hits the fan... my long replies xD > °


What happened? First he was being cornered, something she thought would never happen with a m n like him. Then he was whispering in her ear, making her shudder. And now he was... leaving? After excusing himself to the restroom he returned, placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed, only to walk out the door with a regretful goodbye. Was she missing something? Had she done something to offend him? Taeyeon quickly sifted through her memories only to come up blank. Nothing. She did nothing offensive, said nothing offensive. So what was it? Smiling ruefully at his retreating back, she resigned herself to the task at hand; helping the bride. "Aren't you gonna chase after him?" The red head asked, ready to bolt out the door herself. She was fidgety and biting her lip -- a sign she had her target locked on the taller male. Taeyeon just shook her head. "He's avoiding trying to get close to you," the bride spoke up, a lazy expression as she leans her cheek in one hand and her phone in the other. Her expression lit up when her phone rang. "Gotta take this!!" She squealed, jumping out of her chair and running out the front door.

The blonde smiled. "Glad to see her fiance is willing to call during his work hours. Shows you how devoted they are to each other," she sighed, heaving a heavy smile as she turned away from the bride outside and to the map of the dining hall on the table. The red head frowned, clicking her tongue. "That's not her fiance," she snarled, taking her drinking in her hand as she leaned back. "That's her stripper beau she met at the club, when you passed out." She made it clear that it was Taeyeon who passed out with the jut of her chin. "They've been seeing a LOT of each other. I told her to stop. just doesn't listen." Right on cue the bride waltzed in with a shining expression on her face, a broad smile and twinkling eyes. Should she ask? Nah. It was none of her business. After all, once she was married she'd only be sleeping with one male... hopefully. Perhaps it was just a phase. She'll snap out of it soon. "Okay, back to the planning!" She chirped, going on and on about seating arrangements, food, decor and lighting. The four women stayed well until the cafe was about to close, their glowing faces and laughter on the sidewalk as the employee's cleaned up inside. They told jokes about the garter belt the bride was wearing, saying it should be clasped leather to make it hard for her new husband to get it off, and how long he'd stay under the dress just to get the job done. Or how chaotic the scene was going to be when the bouquet was going to be thrown. NO ELBOWS LADIES! The group erupted into laughter because they knew how deadly women could get at weddings. Taeyeon ultimately decided to stay away from that event. Women were like animals sometimes -- savage raging beasts that would scratch your eyes out at any given chance for the last designer handbag, or the latest Mary Jane's.

A final round of hugs went all around, their goodbye's until tomorrow were prolonged as they each discussed their bridesmaids dresses. The uniform color was a pretty champagne gold, and cut above the knee. But each dress was different, to fit each bridesmaids personality. Taeyeon would have an empire waistline with a strapless sweetheart neckline to show off her elegant collarbones and neck. She would look stunning with the color contrasting against her milk white skin, golden hair pulled up into a gorgeous chignon, adorned with flowers and faux crystals. Her feet would be adorned with shoes dyed the same color as the dress that strapped around the ankle in a crossed pattern.

"Alright, see you tomorrow," she smiled, pressing a kiss to the bride's cheek. The bride only smiled, nodded her head and walked away. Taeyeon frowned. Well then. Shaking her head she turned to the other two women who watched the bride go.

"God, what the hell," the brunette hissed, the shorter of the three, crossing her arms. "She's getting married in the next two weeks and she's fooling around with that damned stripper. I don't think she should be wearing white on that day." The red head concurred with a nod and a throaty answer of her own. Taeyeon decided it was just a phase. It would pass... right? With a gentle sigh she looked at the time on her phone. It was almost five o'clock. They were in that cafe for... almost four hours! Jesus! Time sure flew by...

"I'm gonna get going," Taeyeon announced, looking through her phone for a phone number she didn't have. Perhaps she should have asked him for his number before he decided to take his leave like that. Sighing heavily she began down the sidewalk when the two stopped her.

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@Choi Seunghyun Her eyes trailed down to his lips, the urge to kiss him too great. But she ignored it. It seemed like this creature was getting the best of her. And she was allowing it. He certainly was not William. Where William was beautiful, Seunghyun was powerful and gorgeous. Where William was soft spoken and kind, Seunghyun was rough and blunt. His mannerisms and complete personality was a 180° turn from William. And Taeyeon found herself wanting Seunghyun like she's never wanted William before. Heat pooled in her stomach as she lost herself within those Onyx eyes. Smoldering and gorgeous.

@Choi Seunghyun Perhaps it was a bad idea to introduce him as a colleague. Now that they knew they were not romantically inclined with each other, it left him open for the prying wicked eyes of women to tear him to shreds. Her own anger bubbled up through , but she remained calm as the other women cooed over the magnificent male. Even Taeyeon herself was wary of his presence -- if she let her guard down she'd be in trouble. As much as she wanted to be the only one he looked at, it was inevitable that he'd be gawked at. On the streets, in this cafe. Shaking her head she smiled blithely at the bride-to-be. As the two other women around the table talked his ear off, Taeyeon's attention went straight to the bride. "I thought it was gonna be just me and you," the blonde asked, side eyeing the other two women.

"And I thought it'd be just YOU," the ravenette emphasized her point by nudging Taeyeon with her knee. Touche, Taeyeon thought, rolling her eyes. The bride had gotten all the things needed together, and handed the blonde a hefty folder full of papers, even then, she could not ignore the chirping of annoying birds in her ears. They sqwaked like hyenas around their next meal. Not a pretty sight. And it was even worse when he responded. At least she could take her eyes off of him... for now. Opening the folder she slowly brought out piece of paper after piece of paper. The invitations were handwritten by a good friend of Taeyeon's who wrote in such beautifully elegant Calligraphy. It was written on rice paper that was able to bring forth the gold paper and design on the colored paper beneath it. At the top was a tiny lilac bow. It was cute, and smelled of pure sunflowers. It was subtle and gorgeously matched the them of the wedding -- gold and white. Their bridesmaids dresses, though, were a soft lilac color, much like the tiny ribbon that sat upon the invitations. "By the way," the bride smirked, taking Taeyeon's hand and drawing circles on the sensitive flesh. "Did you call William back?" Her brow rose as she interrupted Taeyeon before the blonde could get anything in. "No. You didn't. You know he called me. Sounding all depressed and gross. Call him." Taeyeon squeaked softly as the bride put a finger to the blondes pretty pink lips. "Call. Him. Tell him you aren't available. He still thinks you are~" Her eyes drifted to Seunghyun who was entertaining the others, albeit stiffly. "Plus, you have man candy next to you. Tell me!" She almost screamed as she leaned across the table as she whispered her question into Taeyeon's red ear. "Is he gonna be your plus one~?"

The question had a hint of playfulness as she giggled maniacally. Taeyeon gulped. He was sitting dangerously close. So close his leg, and her own, were touching. That's what made her ears so red. Their close proximity made her heart skip a bit, as those words ghosted over the sensitive shell of her ear. Taeyeon's baby blues grew wide in surprise as she quickly shushed the bride. She had forgotten all about William. A doctor, good looking, kind. Sweet William. One glance at Seunghyun and the blonde couldn't help but groan internally. What was this man doing to her? She was ready to settle down with William, start a family. But she stopped contacting him after.... after... after what, exactly? She couldn't remember and her confusion showed on her face. What was she missing? Another road block in her memories. .

She had to shake herself out of the thoughts of his fingers doing things to her that made her begin to tremble... again. But then therr was a sound coming from Seunghyun that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on excited ends. That voice. That growl. God it felt like her entire body reverberated with his voice. "You are perfect," she sighed, entranced by the devil himself as his lips other ear. Her eyes slid closed as she leaned into him, inhibitions completely gone as she just wanted to melt from his voice. "P-please.... do-don't tease me," she whimpered, loudly. The looks she got from her friends went completely unknown as she turned her face to look at him.

"You are perfect," she whispered, lips dangerously close to his as she slowly melted with the heated look in his eyes. "Let them think that," she sighed, smiling softly, "I want to be one of the damned myself. If it meant I could stay with you." Every time she thought about it, it always seemed so... very out of reach. Like her fingertips gently caressed the sculpted chin of the statue in front of him, his skin cold. "Please. Let me stay beside you." The look in her eyes... total surrender. Damned or not, this man was the man whom she would give her all to.

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@♌┊Jeon Wonwoo Hyosung chuckled against her glass cup as she was going to take another sip of her drink, as she felt amused with the male that was stood by her side.
"Maybe you did, but you're too drunk to remember aren't you?" Hyosung hummed amused, seeing how the boy had grew to be a fine man. She still remembered the accident as if it was yesterday, he was still a small child and his luck was to manage to only have a few scratches, which saved her she hassle of transforming him as well, he would later on nag at her for not being able to grow up into a man, like he did and his parents were kind of a 'Christmas present' from the devil itself. She was passing by when her parents had a almost mortal accident, their car had to do a sudden drift to the opposite side of the street as a car came their way, the person was drunk, but driving and that explained why they were walking back on the side they were supposed to walk to the front, so after that turn, they still ended up having a car against their own and by a normal situation, it would mean their death, but feeling sad for the kid that would be alone, she bit his parents without second thought, which in a way was dumb of her, his parents were not able to control themselves and resist their own child's smell, so they had to be taken away, now she had two naggy parents visiting her once in a while and feelings of regret, mixed with feeling stupid, since the ending was the same.
Maybe once her true death time came, God would see into what she did this one time and would give her the reason of a doubt?
"What you should have done long time ago was to stop drinking." Hyosung grinned as she grabbed his drink that was supposed to be his once she had her own done with and drank it all down.
"Yeah, I'm here, you got me." Hyosung nodded, but obviously she wasn't, so she looked at the bartender and winked at her, meaning that she shouldn't say a thing.
"Let's head home?" She questioned him as she looked into his eyes, and obviously that being able to control his mind with her own thoughts, this would come of as a order, not a question.
She didn't saved his , for him to still kill himself after a damned party.

@Jeon Hyosung wonwoo was feeling bored to death, was this his third couple or fourth cup of alcohol, he couldn't quite remember. His mind was starting to feel fuzzy and cloudy but male still insisted that he wasn't /that/ drunk and that he still could walk straight when he actually couldn't. wonwoo was so tempted to go home and just sleep but there no chance of slipping out, not when his colleagues came to time to check on him once they were done having fun on the dance floor. wonwoo thinks he wants to have some fun too but he's not a fan of dancing. He hates being caught in between a mass of sticky sweating people who have nothing to do by to grind against each other. which is why he decided to opt himself out of this. "excuuuuuse me." he makes his way towards the bar after coming back from the wash room and sits himself next to a female, a really attractive one- not that he has really been looking - and calls out to the bartender. "Jeon!" the bartender greets and wonwoo flashes him a silly grin, followed by a laughter, wonwoo is wasted, he definitely is. "Could I- um- get another drink, something light." he orders before turning to look at the female, another silly grin plastered on his face. He has never seen her before but he remembers this is an 'only employee' party, his boss had booked the entire place so had to be one of the co-workers. "I've never seen you before, like around." he says, his words coming out of his mouth slow. "I should have seen you around before.." he then squints and moves in close to the females face, unfiltered by how close their face was. "ah, you must be miss.kim from the accessory department." he says proudly with a nod of his head, not knowing he was completely wrong.

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@♌┊Jeon Wonwoo "A lady like you shouldn't drink. Are you even of age?" The bartender frowned as she cleaned another shot glass, making Hyosung roll her eyes and get her ID out.
"I'm already eighteen, just give me something, make it strong please." She pouted, while the employee of the club saw her ID and hummed, probably pondering if the identification card was real, but with a shrugged and prepared her a cup.
"Jeon huh, you're the younger sister of one of the guys the party is being thrown for? I thought I saw that name before today." The employee smiled and still served Hyosung a soft drink, ignoring the request for something strong, obviously she didn't really trusted the card and the fact that she seemed so young didn't help either.
"I have no family, maybe just a coincidence, I guess." She hummed and sipped on her drink, humming.
Hyosung didn't knew whom the boy was, she she still sipped on her drink, not thinking that Wonwoo himself could had heard a word and meanwhile the employee continued her work, she didn't really remembered his face clearly, the last name just came by her head, so that's why she commented about it.

@Jeon Hyosung Clearly wonwoo hated parties. Initially, wonwoo had dreaded the upcoming fashion project. He was caught in between finishing his school assignment and handling one of the more important fashions show in seoul and that he had not much fuel to go on for the week. But seeing tonight's success had brought a smile to wonwoo's lips, feeling that perhaps it wasn't that bad and that their hard work had finally paid off. The younger boy had originally decided once he had finished the fashion show for today, he would head home and take a rest in replacement for all those nights where he had been helping his boss but he's fellow colleagues had been egging him on to join in the party. And wonwoo being wonwoo, the softie, he didn't want to be a spoilt sport, eventually giving in in the end. So there he was, sitting on a high stool by the bar, a half drunk glass of gin and tonic settled on the table as he looked at the crowd on the dance floor. A sigh leaving his lips. This was definitely going to be a long night.

@♌┊Jeon Wonwoo [did by the club room, since it makes the most sense hehe]

Hyosung liked to party this days, that's for sure.
There was something about the energy that people wasted when dancing that made her feel somehow stronger and it was also pretty fun to be able to see them get drunk.
Being able to input her thoughts on people's minds got her the advantage of being able to get on any party she wanted, so knowing that there would be a fashion after party nearby her apartment, she didn't resist it and once she was all dressed and pretty, she made her way towards the party and after a few minutes had passed, she was in.
Not disliking alcohol as much as she did water, since this type of drunk had a kick to it, she walked by the bar and asking something for herself as she glanced around, for mere curiosity of whom could be by the party and so later on she maybe picked someone to serve as food.

@Choi Seunghyun "Why would you think I would try to get someone else to do... whatever you just said to me just to remember you?" The pain was surging through her body in waves, rolling from the top of her head down to her toes, and she felt like throwing up. Her clutch rang, a simple song of 'love me like you do' played. With a shaky breath Taeyeon took out her phone, the name of the bride popping up on the screen. "Hello?" She whispered into the receiver, glaring daggers at the man who boxed her in. "Oh. Yeah. I-I'm close by. Yep. See you in 10." The girl on the other line chatted away when Taeyeon spoke up again. "Mind if I bring a friend?" This male was going to see just how strong Taeyeon was, magic or not. "Thanks, Yuri." Hanging up the phone, the blonde cleared . "Your talk of magic has gone too far with me. I don't care who you are, who you think you are, or what you are. You are Seunghyun. The male whom I almost went insane to try to remember his name. Now, come with me. You're gonna sit and watch as I help a bride-to-be with the seating arrangements for her wedding." Swatting one arm away from her she quickly takes the other, and with her human strength she dragged him along the side of the building and onto the crowded sidewalk again. It took two blocks before they were at the cafe and Taeyeon was quickly waved down by her friend. "Oh my, who is that?" A petite ravenette smiled, her coal eyes glinting at the tall male who accompanied Taeyeon. "This is Seunghyun," she began, much more confident than she thought she'd be. "He's a... colleague... of mine. He's here just to sit and watch today."

@Choi Seunghyun The moment seemed surreal. Here was the male that she only dreamt of, in front of her, staring down at her. And here she was, staring into onyx only to realize something was off. Something was terribly wrong. Not with her. But with him. And suddenly she felt very... afraid. Not an emotion that Taeyeon elicited regularly. In fact, she had developed nerves of steel, though she rarely looked it. But as she stood there, standing in front of him, looking into s predators eyes, she was shaking. Her lithe form shaking beneath the trench coat, her boots seeming to fidget along with her feet. Her breath came out in ragged puffs, the air turning cold on her. Was this the man she remembered in her dreams? The same man that held her close, a delusional love song that ran cold? No. She refused to believe it. Seunghyun, in her eyes, was a man that would not betray her. He wouldn't hurt her. He wouldn't be looking down at her as if she committed a cardinal sin. Now there was no way out. She DIDN'T want a way out. She would face her demons, look them straight in the eye and tell them to just leave. Her sanity was slowly breaking away from the past week, and seeing him now just proved to herself that she wasn't crazy. Or perhaps she should just forget him. Her friends said that he seemed like a bad omen. That she should stay away. It was like light and dark: once a light is in a dark, empty room, no shadows are left. She wanted to be that light for him, to wash away whatever sin he thought he was carrying. If only he didn't look like she had stepped on his pride at that moment.

"E-excuse me," she stuttered, a shaky hand reaching out to take her clutch from him. Once the clutch was safely pulled to her chest something happened that she couldn't explain -- instead of in front of the jewelry store, they were behind the buildings. Her breathing was even more ragged as her blonde hair whipped this way and that to look around. "How... How--" A pained gasp took the woman by surprise as she was slammed into the brick wall. Her eyes shot open to enormous size, agape as she tried to catch her breath. The sheer force behind his hands made the all the air within her lungs disappear. And like a fish out of water she was trying to grasp onto the end of her conscious, trying not to pass out. She wanted to keel over. Never before had she thought someone would be so violent with her. Why... why would he.

'Liar. Liar. Liar. Liar. You're a liar. He's not gonna spare your life. He's gonna drain you, and leave you. It's your fault. You never should have remembered. There's nothing for you here. Nothing good will come out of this. Just you see. Watch as the man of your dreams devours you whole like the monster he is.' The demons in her head, pressed firmly against locked memories were snickering, bantering, taunting her. One gasp. She wouldn't let them belittle her. Two gasps. If they were there to block her memories, she was there to tear them down. Three gasps. Taeyeon would not let anyone stand in her way of her goals. Finally. She could breath. Taking laboured breaths she looked up at the male .

"W-whay...?" Taeyeon coughed, gaining her bearings once more. One hand gripped her aching stomach as she held herself up high, shoulders squared to the male as she resisted the urge to keel over. With his condoning words she shook her head. First slowly, then gradually picking up speed. "No... no... nonono!" By the time his words sunk in she was screaming. "I didn't do any of those things! I'm not that type of person! I get over obstacles with my own strength! That's how--"

Tears. She was crying again. But for a completely different reason. "That's how I managed to remember you. Your face was there. But I couldn't remember your name... it was killing me. I wanted to know your name so bad I almost went insane!" was raw from all the screaming. The pounding in her head resumed. Taeyeon flinched at the pain wracking her brain.

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@Choi Seunghyun The sky was grey today, the missed weather report was probably going to be right today as well. But she didn't bring an umbrella today. Taeyeon didn't want to stay out later than necessary and thought she'd make it home before it started raining again. With her hands stuffed in her pocket, clutch tucked under her arms and a purposeful stride in her step, she was pushing through the crowded street on her way to the designated meeting spot. There was a little cafe near the entrance of the mall, and she wanted to meet Taeyeon there to discuss the layout and enjoy a few pieces from the cafe's new menu. Person after person passed her, a few stares going unnoticed. She attracted attention from people, but this went over her head. She was just not in the mood.

Thirty minutes passed before she was stopped in front of a jewelry store, blue eyes roaming over a simple diamond necklace that was shining in the window in the middle of the necklace was a new ring that was settled within a black satin box, it's white, pure diamonds casting a rainbow of colors to dance across her face. The shine was akin to... a pair of fangs. Gleaming, beautiful. Her face dropped. Fangs? "Seung... hyun," she whispered, the name rolling off her tongue so naturally that it was almost like it belonged there. That name. She was so engrossed with the happiness that the name brought her that she failed to see the figure of a man approaching her from behind.

A voice purred from behind her, the voice unfamiliar at first. Looking into the glass' reflection she gasped. Saw something she liked? More like something she thought she'd never see again. "Seunghyun..." she whispered again, almost scared to turn around and have this experience be all a dream. It would be all in her mind. She didn't want that to happen. This man seemed like just an illusion -- she didn't want to wake up crying again for the umpteenth time. "Seunghyun... you're," she stopped in midsentence when she whipped around painstakingly fast and saw him standing in front of her. In all his glory. His tall figure, those same smoldering eyes. Those perfectly shaped lips. "You're real," she whispered incredulously, at a loss for words. They stood a ways apart, only taking a half step forward to gently reach out her hand and touch him. And there he was. Living, breathing. He was not a dream. He was tangible. And she wanted to cry, much like the sky at that point. The clutch tucked safely under her arm was dropped as both hands covered . Her blue eyes were wide as she store at him in disbelief.

@Choi Seunghyun One day they were trying on bridesmaid dresses, the next they were filling the wedding register with random things. A decopage table. An east Indian rug. An ugly vase. And a ceramic gold pig with little, itty bitty wings. When pigs fly. The girls were laughing as they added ridiculous items to the registry, their smiles bright and eyes filled with laughter induced tears. Everyone but Taeyeon. The last three days were not as... eventful as her friend's. As they tasted cakes and wines she was trying to remember that name. To place a name to that face was the must important thing to her at that point. She had finally deduced that it started with an S. But everything after that was like an elusive bandit -- impossible to catch. Shaking her head she stuck out the laser gun and scanned the barcode of a silly looking rooster banner. Yeah, they'd love that as a gift. And she'd be the one to get it for them. Lunch was uneventful. In fact, she didn't even touch her food. That had been the norm lately. The bags under her eyes had gotten worse, and her skin looked pale. Her group of friends began to worry. "Taeyeon, you need to sleep. Like seriously," said the faux ginger, blue eyeshadow aging her about 20 years. Someone should tell her that the red hair and blue eyeshadow just did not go well together.

"I'm fine," she whispered, sighing softly as she poked at the fried chicken on the plate. It seemed greasier and much less... appetizing than she remembered. What was that? Transfat? Grease? ...fat?! It made her want to puke. She quickly stood from her seat, grabbed her bag and headed for the doors. She was not seen for almost three whole days.

She was holed up in her room, curled up in her blankets, ignoring calls and text messages from concerned friends, and business calls alike. She preferred the cold silence of her room, the ringing of her ears the only sound. Save for the horns and honks of traffic below the twenty six story high hotel. There she escaped her reality, making sure her mind was clear to remember what she had forgotten. When she closed her eyes, though, she quickly open them, trying to get away from the haunting nightmares that greeted her with open arms when she tried to sleep. That was not going to help. For fifteen minutes she walked around her desolate room, the warmth of hands against her thighs eluding her as she tried to remember who exactly they belonged to. S-something. S-something. Her brain was pounding against her skull making it uncomfortable to think any further. But she refused to give up. She wouldn't. Slim fingers wound around the plush throw against her body, trying to make sure it would help trigger something within her, to help her remember what she forgot. And it was hurting. Every time she thought about it she wanted to sob. It hit a nerve within her that she just. Couldn't. Explain.

"Oh god, please help me remember... I can't remember his name," she sobbed harshly when she remembered the gender, face planting on the bed. The next morning her eyes were puffy.

Her face was slightly fat the next day, but she needed to meet the bride in order to discuss the seating arrangements. Taeyeon was extra sluggish this day. She rolled out of bed, none too gently as well, and almost crawled into the shower. She took her time there as she washed through her brittle hair (she needed to drink more water again), and washed her skin. When the sweet lavender soap was rinsed from her body she laid back in the bubble filled tub and soaked. Taeyeon almost fell asleep in the warm water as her mind drifted. Fifteen minutes later she was wrapping herself in a robe and blow drying her darkened wet hair. With hair as long as her it took a while before it was fully dry, and manageable. Heated curlers were rolled up into her hair to ensure large beach waves when she combed through them. When it was neatly rolled up Taeyeon scoured through her closet and pulled out a tanned trench coat, a white knit sweater dress and knee high boots. With her clothes all laid out she applied a very natural makeup look with minimal eyeliner and a gold eyeshadow. The kitchen was quiet as she poured herself a cup of water and quickly downed it. The only dish in the sink when she pulled on her dress, boots and coat. The curlers were messily removed from her blonde hair, set aside, and her fingers combed roughly through them, trying to break them apart before heading to the elevator.

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@Choi Seunghyun Darkness consumed every corner of her mind that night, sending her spiralling into pure, pitch black bliss. Names, sounds, events were all erased as she was transported, unknowingly, from the club with her screaming friends, to her cozy penthouse suite in her hotel, nestled amongst fluffy pillows, and satin sheets and throws. Her hair was released from it's hold, the waves slowly losing their tinder as she slept on them. One friend constantly gently patted away the sweat from her forehead while another helped underdress her to put her into something more comfortable. A silk slip was pulled over her body, the ness not concerning her friends in the least. Taeyeon had a woman's body, one that a woman would be jealous of. For a day and half she slept. Her dreams were so vivid. Fangs protruding from perfectly sculpted lips, the sharp pearly whites grazing against her skin. Then it all vanished. The hole she was falling into was deep enough to bury a man. That scared her. A permanent hole remained in her mind as she slept, brows furrowing and body twitching as her dream-self tried to determine what filled that gap but only hours ago. She had forgotten the club. Had forgotten the strippers. Forgotten the loud, blistering music. Forgotten that basement. Forgotten his name. But his face remained. So vivid and clear it was almost haunting how much she mindlessly murmured his forgotten name in her sleep. She tossed and turned until one o'clock the next day, sitting up in her bed with a start, gasping and her face stained with dried tears. Taeyeon was frantic as she looked around, her penthouse suite not what she was expecting. She sniffled once, twice, three times before she heaved a heavy sigh that was enough to concern anyone. Her face landed in her hands as she pulled her knees to her chest and she sobbed silently in her lonesome. She sobbed for almost an hour before finally pulling herself from her bed and wobbling out of bed. Her legs felt like jello as she stood, her toes hurting from the shockingly cold ground. A small hiss escaped her as she trekked through her large master bedroom and pulled open the french doors into the living area. There she found three of her friends on the couch, asleep.

She tried to be quiet as she tip-toed her way to the couch, but failed utterly when she almost fell over, caught herself on an end table and knocked over the vase of dead flowers. The shatter of the glass was enough to wake one of the girls. She quickly jumped from the couch, and crouched down by Taeyeon. The blonde had stepped on a large, jagged piece that cut the heel of her foot. "Oh my god, Tae," the older woman whispered, crooning over the blood that was bubbling up under the skin and fast. "Are you alright?" Taeyeon laughed softly, shaking her head. The blood. Red. The thought was slowly making her sob once more. "T-Taeyeon?" The blue eyes that were usually as bright as day was slowly growing misty with tears, the rim of her eyes turning red as she sobbed. "Tae, honey." The older woman wrapped Taeyeon up in her arms, slowly rocking the blonde in her arms. "Shh, it's alright sweetie. Don't cry. I'm sure the pain will go away soon."

If only she knew what it felt like to not be able to remember something, someone, so important to her. She just didn't understand what Taeyeon was feeling right about then. It wasn't the pain from her foot she was feeling. It was the pain of memory loss. She had already experienced it twice before in her life. This. This was just ridiculous. "I c-can't remember his name," she whispered, broken sobs making it hard for the woman to talk. The older woman frowned softly as she held Taeyeon close. Who was she talking about? Now was not the time to question it though. Her sobs were heard by the other two woman who quickly appeared with a vacuum and a paper bag in tow. "We got this," they smiled, allowing the older woman to lead Taeyeon to the bathroom to get her cut cleaned. She sat down on the edge of the tub as the older woman took care of her cut. The other woman was a short woman with an edgy haircut, black and shiny, with bright dark brown eyes. She had some fat around her cheeks, giving her a naturally addictive smile. When she looked at Taeyeon with such a pleasant expression that the misty blue eyed woman could not help but smile as well.

The pain was a numb, dull one. It was gone. In fact, it wasn't even there to begin with. Just like the ringing in her ears and throbbing pain in her head.

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@Choi Seunghyun "You are no monster to me," she whispered, smiling softly, albeit brightly, as she store up at him. Her eyes were gleaming with proof of her words, the tears vanished and nothing but blue was staring up at him. Warm fingers played within her underwear, the slick folds of her actually being touched. She squirmed violently underneath him, unsure if she should pull away, or buck her hips down onto the hand. It was amazing, but the itch to be touched was still there. Her knees buckled, making her legs wap around him even tighter. His hand was retracted as if he was burned by her heat, his expression telling her that he was fighting with himself. But.. why... why didn't he just take her? She was as willing as a seasoned vixen; a kitten in heat. "I see you," she said, voice confident as she spoke. "And I don't see anything scary about..." And she was out. Her eyes quickly closed, legs and arms unraveling from him and falling to the couch. One arm dangled off the edge. Her face was serene as she lay beneath him, her own carnal desires forgotten as she slept soundly.


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@Choi Seunghyun She was completely taken with him. Completely and utterly. She had a few interests in the past, but nothing this... intense. Nothing like this. This was raw. Explosive. Perfect. Her legs wrapped around him, blonde hair spilling over the plush cushions of the red couch. Puffy red lips, blue mist eyes looked up at him with such passion. Even is she didn't need him, she would always want him. Her soul was crying with the revelation. This man was something like a drug. A drug that she wanted, needed, and would never give up. Nothing had ever felt so right as it did in this very moment. Her hands moved from the back of his straining neck, fingers trembling just a bit as her eyes took in his full glory: his perfect face, a body that covered her completely; shadowing her small form. Soft hands gently splayed against his cheeks as he leaned down to away at the salty tears that were beginning to dry on her skin. His voice was a magic spell that calmed her down a bit, but to no extent where her anxiety disappeared. His warmth kept her intact. The warmth of his hands gently caressing up and down her now exposed thighs with the new position. Her blue orbs watched him carefully; his every move, motion, the shape of his lips when he talked.

A soft, pained gasp passed slightly parted lips when his fingers clawed into the flesh of her thighs. Taeyeon's back arched off the couch as sharpened fingers dug into the flesh of her exposed thighs. Instead of wanting to run away, to push him off and scream as she left the room. No. She wanted to stay. To feel this sensation. For her body to be completely consumer by hell fire. And who knew it would feel like heaven. Her heart raced as her excitement grew, his aggressive nature making her already soaked spill even more. At this point it felt like she wasn't herself. She thought she'd always be sorta... "vanilla". Not wanting this sharp pain that was slicing through her flesh, or the fire that was beginning at her toes and slowly rolling up her body and eating away at her soul. Taeyeon didn't care if it hurt. Didn't care if she was crying in pain. As long as she would never let this male go again, then she'd be happy. Shaking her head weakly she sobbed. "Please... please don't," she begged, knowing that her please would fall upon deaf ears. He had already made it very clear that it had to be done. Taeyeon didn't care if he was "evil", if his world was "evil". This was world was for them. This world existed for them. For the human race, or whatever he was was. Her heart lurched in her chest, hurting painfully when he said her ity should belong to another man. But never had she wanted to lose it to this certain man. She was never keen on letting just anyone take it. It was THIS man. THIS man that awakened something within her that screamed at her to give herself up to him. Seunghyun was the man she felt she was meant to met. There was a reason why she walked into this certain club. A reason why she was suggested to come down here. A reason why her entire body was now aching to have him. Just a small taste won't even sate the hunger in the pit of her stomach that was currently churning. Hot. Boiling. Sweet. His mouth opened and a pair of gorgeously sharpened fangs met her. Her heated face heated up even more.

Vampire. He was a... vampire. Her heart almost stopped. Was that how he was going to erase her memories? Bite her? He said it wouldn't hurt... Her body went soft. It wasn't as high strung as it was before. His voice was sullen as he talked. "A monster?" She whispered, brows furrowing. "You're no monster, Seunghyun. Even if you were, you're the most beautiful monster I've ever seen." The words flooded from as soon as she opened . But the words were true. If he was going to do it, she might as well let him know how she saw him. Not as a monster, but as a man. And she was a woman, lying underneath that man, displaying her soul for him to see. Her most intimate thoughts were directed towards this man.

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@Park Chanyeol "You could always take a picture and head home, would perhaps you longer." Hyosung chuckled. She would actually last longer than the reveal oh the photo and even the camera itself, but seeing the male paying so much attention to her, made her want to provoke a bit, so see what would be his reaction.

Meanwhile as she waited for him to speak, she took a sip of her own drink and looked at him from the corner of her eye, obviously eyeing him up and down, to see if she also took an interest herself.

@Jeon Hyosung It had been a while since the last time Chanyeol actually took his sweet time with clubbing. The entire place was booming with beat and flickering lights. He didn't know exactly what he was here for; perhaps a good time, perhaps to find another source to his life, or perhaps to simply meet faces amongst a sea who would actually interest him.

He chose to find out. Though, one figure caught his attention. As he was leaned back against the counter of the club's bar, Chanyeol watched as she moved with quite preciseness and with a certain allure, tipping his glass of Jack Daniel's to take a sip.

The great thing of managing to die at a young age and still going to school is that you get to go to frat house parties and clubs, so it was no wonder to see Hyosung by the club, dancing around with one cup filled with the strongest drink she could achieve and in the look out of her next victim.

@Choi Seunghyun Taeyeon shook her head twice more. If there was something dangerous out there, she'd know it. Her father would have told her. Never... return? "Never return?" She asked, her features contorted in a questioning look. Never... return. The two words played over and over again in her head like a broken record. Something about it made her stomach churn -- and not in a good way. She didn't like those two words. "Then..." Her voice tappered off as her eyes were downcast. How was she supposed to see him again? Her forehead planted gently against his shoulder when he told her he'd wipe her memories. "Don't make me forget," she whispered, her voice a soft sob. "I've already lost years, upon years of them. I don't want to forget anymore." Hot, fat tears escaped her eyes, dripping onto the shoulder of his suit. The coping method for lost memories was a bad thing. Trying to remember what you had forgotten only just to come up blank. No. It drove a person insane. The only things that kept Taeyeon from going insane was the fact that she had her father's favor, her company, and a few friends who loved her for her. And those were hard to come by. Lifting her head, Taeyeon smiled at the handsome devil below her. "I don't want you to stop," she smiled, taking his face between her hands as another lone tear trailed down her face, staining rosy cheeks.

@Choi Seunghyun His entire being was enthralling Taeyeon. From those onyx orbs, to those whispered words that were for her and her alone. Right down to those. Sinful hands that seemed to touch her, right down to her very core. The being in front of her was no man. He was akin to Adonis -- a beautiful god that made her melt with just a glance. He was not a creature of this world. She remembered, at an odd time as this, something that her mother said, "don't let yourself be persuaded by the lust of flesh. The man whom you belong to will find you, and when he does, you'll know." Her eyes were misty with tears at that moment, unsure if it was from her deceased mother's words, or the fact that this man was pure sin. Her back arched, her toes curled, her fingers felt like they were going to tear straight through the fabric of the couch. Never, in her entire life, had she felt something so right, and yet, so wrong at the same time. But the pleasure... oh God, the pleasure was building and she was growing faint. Something was tingling from the depths of her core, her womanhood screaming for attention. Something. The pressure was building, a cork on a viciously shaken champagne bottle that was threatening to burst. Anymore and she would. Just to get a grip of herself, just to ensure she wouldn't embarrass herself further, the blonde slowly wrapped her trembling arms around Seunghyun's neck, finding it harder and harder to look at him. Her face was hot. Her chest was hot. Her stomach was hot.

A simple command, not even a mere "please", had Taeyeon moving her hips. The first grind against him had her gasping loudly. Her underwear was soaking. A wet sensation, slippery and making the ease against him a bit frustrating, was something she used to ignore. She blamed it on her being female. But never had she thought it would be because she was... aroused. Her hips stuttered as she picked up the pace. Taeyeon was now moving her entire body, unable to control just her hips as she trembled. On a soft of her hips, she stalled. Something hard was pressing against her, and the rigid length made her moan out wantonly. Such pressure... such pleasure. It was divine. Her untainted body was suddenly finding itself out of control, the contact making her curse her own innocence. With anewed need she began moving again in earnest. By the time she was losing her mind it was too late. She was lost to the pleasure, mouth agape, head lolled to one side, exposing a column of unblemished flesh, and her legs began to part even more. Soon her entire weight was resting on Seunghyun's pelvis, the notion making her weight putting much more pressure on the length she sat so comfortably on. The dress was in the way. She couldn't move as freely as... without the dress. But her ness would surely be the death of her. Expose herself now, and she'd lose her own security in herself. Well, that's what it felt like anyway.

His name was like a cup of the most divine wine, spilling into , muddling her senses and rushing down . It spilled, in soft whispers, from her lips as her body continued to move. A small gasp was lost amongst a loud moan as hands hiked up her skirt, and cool air brushed against her now exposed bottom. That cool air was a nice contrast against her heated skin, giving her some sort of relief as she sighed softly to herself. She was so distracted by the air in the room that she failed to see his hands move behind her, his fingers looping around the thin material of her preferred underwear, and pull. The underwear was suddenly pulled upwards, between her cheeks, and the underwear pulled almost painfully taught against her most sensitive area. Her nerves screamed. As did she; her body arching incredibly, leaning, pressing into Seunghyun's body. Her arms tightened, like a vice grip, around his neck. Hands violently squeezed at her exposed bottom, making the woman go limp, soft little whimpers escaping . She was in a relaxed state when her nerves weren't being stimulated. And his voice proved a worthy adversary for them. Soon she was like putty I his arms. His voice was a dangerous lullaby that made her reel with emotions. Dangerous? Him? She shook her head. "You can't be...," she whispered almost inaudible. She mustered the strength to pull herself off of him, just enough so blue met black. "You...." aren't, is what she was about to say, but the words were lodged in . If something was so bad for her, then why the hell did it feel like heaven? She refused to believe it. She wouldn't.

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@Choi Seunghyun Taeyeon was suddenly pulled down on the couch, her knees suddenly, on reflex, parted, resting on either side of his thighs. She was suddenly very conscious about the way the front of her skirt hitched upwards, exposing more of her skin. Taeyeon's hands instantly resting on the back of the couch, her arms trapping the male's head within her arms. She was looked down into his eyes when his arms forced her hips down into him, their bodies colliding. The simple motion was enough to have her elicit a soft, surprised moan. Her eyes closed, lips parted. The noise attracted the attention of others around them, but now, within this moment, her world was zeroed in on the make that sat below her, his hands acting like an anchor that made sure she would not move.

Chewing on her lower lip, just to stifle another moan, she was leaning into him, her chest suddenly resting against him, the position making her back arch, which in turn rubbed her clothed against his clothed crotch. The motion made her tremble viciously, shaking enough to have her perfectly manicured nails digging into the back of the couch. It took all her will power not to wrap her arms around his neck just to make sure she wouldn't melt off of him. It took a while to register the questions that were presented, her mind flooded with the pleasure of her stuttering hips making it hard to concentrate. "T-Taeyeon," she managed to stutter, stopping her hips from involuntarily jerking. "Kim... Taeyeon. I'm 20." Her eyes were glazed over, his cheeks red with her impending pleasure. And his gaze didn't help. "It's... o-only fair that I.. get... get your name as well." Her body jolted almost violently when his face find its way into the skin of her neck. The hot breath that cascaded over the sensitive skin there. Then he told her to relax. Easier said than done when her untouched was being touched, albeit indirectly, for the first time. "B-but you're here," she whispered heatedly, her gaze almost sympathetic when she looked at him. "You can't... be evil." Nothing about him could be evil. Even if he was Satan himself, she couldn't bring herself to call him "evil". She wasn't sure why, but he wasn't evil to her.

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