Dark

Chapter 1

You must have hit your head harder than you thought. A pounding sensation pulsated through your head and the taste of liquor lingered in your mouth from earlier in the night.

You remembered. You wanted a night away— away from the stress of everything around you, away from your life. Just one night.

The bar.

You remember—little by little—pieces from earlier in the night as you become aware of your surroundings. The cool black silk of the bedsheets is unfamiliar and the air smells of cologne and something... sweet?

With your eyes closed flashbacks of you having one too many drinks, yourself fed up with your reality of worry and constant issues, you recall stumbling out of the bar alone. It was late.

What time is it now? You think to yourself, trying to focus on one thing at a time while the headache slowly dissipates.

Where the fuck even am I? Am I dead?

If you were dead, your head wouldn't be throbbing as much as it is now.

I'm not dead.

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You recall a flashback of yourself being followed on the way home. Figures of people behind you making your heart race and question if going out alone was the wrong decision run through your mind.

You remember walking faster. The figures walking faster and yelling out sexist slurs behind you as they follow.

You remember running. You remember tripping. You remember blacking out.

You remember hearing a male voice that you barely recognized saying "Touch her and I'll kill you".

You groaned and rolled over in your unfamiliar bed, slowly regaining consciousness.

You remember a warm jacket being placed over you. You remember someone strong yet gentle lifting you up and carrying you before slipping into unconsciousness yet again.

"Careful now, love," he said slowly.

You turned your head, grimacing from the pain. The voice belonged to a dark haired, built, and incredibly breathtaking man. Sitting in a chair close but not too close, he placed a cold cloth over your forehead and despite the blatant confusion, your muscles released from their tense position slightly.

Still wincing in pain, you managed a few words.

"Who the fuck are you and where the fuck am I?"

"Feisty one, aren't we?" he said. You didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking as he said that. "You're at my apartment. And good thing I was walking home from my building when I saw you last night or else you'd be in much worse condition if those disgusting pricks had gotten you."

You opened your eyes and saw the man visibly flexing his muscles from the anger in his voice.

He was wearing a black tee shirt and black pleated dress pants. The short sleeves of his shirt were being stretched by his biceps which made your eyes linger a little longer before you shut them again.

"You didn't answer me. Who are you and what am I doing here?" you said.

"I took you to my apartment late last night after you so gracefully passed out in the streets, sweetheart."

He said that last work with a genuine smile and his deep, calm voice.

"Changbin. My name is Changbin."