ONE

"YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CALLED ME"

"FVCK!" you cursed loudly and punched the keyboard. Bad decision, because several heads turned to scowl at you, and your hand hurt like a bitch too. You looked at those few girls who'd managed to get their mission accomplished, unlike you with pure free envy and sighed. Pointless. This whole adventure of deceiving your parents and coming out in the dead of night was pointless. You pulled your backpack, broken heart and injured hand together and silently walked out of the net cafe in the warm, cloudy July night.

At this point you had lost count of never getting a chance to buy a ticket to your favourite boyband GOT7. They were one of the most popular bands out there, and one of your favourites too. The problem was, they were favourites of way too many people. They were sweet, nice and funny. Those visuals were killer too. Sure, most people liked the group called 'dragsters', but not enough to leave you one damned ticket to a GOT7 concert.

Just why were these fangirls so obsessed? You literally got there at 12 am and pressed the buy button at 12:00:09, only to get hit in the face with a 'sold out' notification. If you only had those hands of the Flash and clicked that button a million times faster...

Regrets welled up in your chest as you continued walking towards your house. Or as you liked to call it, hell.

Being a broke fan sucked. It was all your parents' fault. Had they been rich enough, you'd have bought a ticket in black. You kicked a can out of your way and entered a darker street, where the only light came from stars. Or the moon whenever it got a chance to peep out of your city's now cloudy sky. Once the soft wind started playing with your locks and your anger cooled down, you realized that it was darker than usual. The whispers of wind rustling through the leaves failed to muffle the sound of soft but steady footsteps following yours. Or was it just your imagination?

You quickened your pace, trying to get out of that street faster. If someone mugged or killed you, your parents would visit you in the afterlife and whoop your ass. You could literally imagine getting dragged out of grave by them so they could ground you for a week. You looked back and saw a shadow following you.

"Who's there?" you asked.

No answer.

"Fine but touch me and see what happens" you warned and started back on your way, not so confidently though. The sound of footsteps disappeared and you could swear you saw something jump onto one of the trees behind you.

You stopped for a minute. Fvck, this was some paranormal shit and though you hated life with a fervour, you weren't ready to die at moments like these. You turned on your flashlight and looked around. Nothing.

So your fight or flight hormones decided to go for the later one and you broke into a run. You had barely gone a couple meters ahead when some three foot tall bat like creature jumped in front of you, wings spread out and teeth bared.

First you screamed. So loud that you could see fear creep into the eyes of that creature. Then you took the umbrella and brought it down on it's head like the wrath of God.

"BE-GONE-THOT!" you kept hitting it with the umbrella until you realised the ribs of the umbrella had started coming out of the canopy and the creature was now mewling like a small puppy.

"I CONDEMN YOU BY THE POWER OF... erm what happened here?" you heard a masculine deep voice behind you and so you spun around, holding the umbrella like a sword, with it's ribs poking out at awkward angles, pointing it towards the source of that voice.

"Who are you?" you asked menacingly and then your mouth fell open.

Because standing in front of you was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen. A guy, same height as Jackson Wang, really lean, with a beautiful thick mane of silver hair and pale skin was standing in front of you, a hand shielding his eyes from the blinding light of your flashlight. As he brought his hand down you noticed his eyes. They were so beautiful, so unique and still so dark and mysterious. A dainty nose, complimented with pink soft lips and his sharp jawline was the finale to the beautiful spectacle that he was. He looked so soft and squishy, but at the same time he had this lethal vibe that demanded not to be messed around with.

"I'm here to get rid of the demon. Where is it?" he asked.

You moved out of the way to let him see the creature. He winced and covered his mouth as he saw the creature lying on the ground, unable to move.

"I'm going to get rid of it for you, give me the umbrella and stand back..." he stood in front of you, in a protective manner.

"Fvck this shit," the bat-creature spoke out of nowhere, getting to it's feet "I'm out. I don't even get paid enough for this shit" with that he vanished into thick black smoke.

"Oh well, it's gone I guess..." he smiled and held out your umbrella towards you.

"Y-you made it disappear?"

"Uh... You're welcome??"

"What do you mean you... That thing was my one chance to get money for that concert!"

"That thing was on a verge of death do you have a conscience woman?"

"It attacked me!"

"And yet you're here unharmed!"

"Oh so you'd rather have me dead huh?"

"Wow you really are fvcking annoying where is my paper bag?"

"Did you just call me annoying? Where is my umbrella?"

"Oh you think you can beat me?"

"Oh boi imma beat that meat like you never ever felt before"

"Are you trying to be suggestive or something? Because I don't..."

"Suggestive...? Are you for real? Look here mister, I cut you some slack because... because..." you gulped. Was it okay to tell him he was cute?

"Listen kid, how about we stop arguing and you take me home with you?"

"Wha... what the actual? We barely met, you don't even know if I'm a legal adult, and you wanna take me home?"

"Y/F/N, 20 years old, your parents are (p/n) you have a younger sister and you..."

"Wait a second, are you a stalker? Omg you are a stalker!"

"Listen, I don't know what your movies and dramas taught you..."

"Leave me alone bitch!" you threw the umbrella at him and fled. Then on a second note you went running back, picked up your precious umbrella and fled for real. Only to bump into a rock hard chest a few meters away. You almost fell backwards but two lean yet muscular arms wrapped around you in the blink of an eye and pulled you flush against the human wall in front of you. Well, not really that human, maybe.

You looked up in fear as your eyes met his beautiful, mesmerising eyes. Few of those beautiful silver locks were falling onto them and it made him even more enticing. You were trembling in fear, yet you couldn't break the eye contact even when you realised that you were pressed too much against him, so much so that you could feel every hard muscle of his body, every elevation and depression against yourself and his cool minty breaths brushing the skin of your cheeks. He probably -no, definitely could feel your elevations and depressions too. And that would be your cue to push him away and land a slap across that flawless face, but it was as if you were in a trance. A beautiful, dark and painfully sweet trance.

"I told you I'm not a stalker," he smirked.