Our lips crashed together, and my hands slipped down his back, my nails pressing into his skin. He held my hips in his hands, pulling me closer to him, his fingers spread out to touch my butt.

He slipped his tongue out to lick my lip, and groaned lightly, my nails digging into his skin as I pressed myself closer to him, feeling like I was on fire.

I could vaguely hear voices, but I ignored them. It was so easy to ignore them with Namjoon in front of me, pressed against me, giving me what I wanted, kissing me, touching me, holding me.

He pulled his lips from mine, but before I could complain he latched them back onto my neck, giving me time to catch my breath, though I hadn't even known I needed it. I felt like I didn't need to breathe, not if it meant I had to stop kissing him.

With his lips off of mine, I could hear the voices a bit more clearly now, though my focus was still on Namjoon's pleasing lips on my neck, giving me kisses that clouded my eyesight.

"I'm going in."

"Don't go in, they're-"

"I'm going in."

"Jungkook no-"

I looked over at the door, and Jungkook's eyes met mine. He stood frozen for a moment before covering his eyes and letting out a disturbed cry.

"I told you Jungkook, you should've listened to me- oh hey, damn." Jimin walked in behind Jungkook, pulling the paralyzed boy out before closing the door softly with a smirk.

"Those damn kids." Namjoon pulled away from my neck, leaning his forehead on mine and looking down at me with a smirk.

"Well butterfly, consider yourself lucky that they interrupted. I don't think you would've been able to handle what I was planning." His lips were smirking, but I found myself smirking back as I saw that they were a swollen red from kissing me.

I raised my eyebrows at him and trailed my hand to brush against the skin just above his pants.

"You sure it's me that can't handle it?" I bit my lip, looking at him.

"It's cute when you think you're tough, but remember, just a minute ago you were practically moaning my name. You can't even handle me kissing your neck, and that's the most innocent thing I'm gonna use my lips for, butterfly." He had leaned down, his hand holding my chin and forcing me to stay still and look up at him.

"But you've forgotten that I-" he was a devil, he was, kissing my neck while I tried to speak to him. It was cheating, it wasn't fair, but fuck I loved it too much to complain. "I have lips too, and more than just that."

His lips paused at my neck, taking in my words. "And what is it that you can do with them?" He murmured against my skin before getting busy once again, kissing my neck roughly before leaving harsh bites on it that made my legs shake.

I curled my fingers under the hem of his pants before pulling him closer to me, so that once again our bodies were pressed flush against each other.

"I think you can figure that out yourself." My voice was shaky from his kisses, but I managed to speak with more conviction this time.

"RAP MONSTER!"

Namjoon gave me one last rough, burning kiss before pulling away.

"You might be in trouble if you leave it up to me, I can think of lots of things to put your lips to work on." His eyes flashed with warning, but I just smirked, leaning up to press my lips against his.

"I think it would be you in trouble then. You'll be just as weak as me." I stared into his eyes seriously, licking my lips and leaning back onto my feet.

"You're only weak for me, nothing wrong with that." He smirked at me before walking out of the door to deal with whatever V had screamed for.

I sat on the bed, running a hand through my hair and catching my breath, giving my heart a chance to calm down.

Laying back, I closed my eyes.

~

The room was dark, the only light coming from a flame in the corner, illuminating a vase of pale pink rosebuds.

"Jin, are you here?"

"Always." He was right next go me. I almost jumped at his voice. I reached out until my hand met something firm.

A cold hand lay over mine, and I was pulled through the darkness.

"Jin, I'm scared."

"You should be. But it's okay. It'll be okay in the end."

What does that mean? Why does it feel like he always talks in puzzles? And why do I keep seeing him in my dreams? Is it possible that he's communicating with me from the grave, or am I making this all up?

"We're almost here."

"Where-"

The lights went completely out before the room was lit up with a golden glow, growing brighter until nothing was visible through the glare.

The light died down to a normal brightness, and I took a moment to look around.

We were in a parlor with polished marble floors and high ceilings, extravagant chandeliers hanging down with crystals reflecting rainbows onto the walls.

"Come on." Jin lead me up velvet carpeted stairs, pulling me through this castle of a house before leading me towards a door.

He opened the door slightly and motioned for me to peek through the crack.

I stuck my head through the opening, holding my breath when I saw the king sized bed covered in illustrious blankets and pillows. I saw the throne - like chair and the snack bar. This room had to be as big as the entire building that I live in.

I heard hushed voices, and I finally noticed the 2 people huddled at the end of the bed.

"Namjoon, I don't know-"

I stared at this blond boy, seeing Namjoon's features on him. He was younger, so much younger looking. His cheeks were chubbier, his face still reflecting childish innocence, though his eyes were dark and clouded, just like they are now.

The other boy had his back to me, his dark brown hair contrasting against Namjoon's blond locks.

"Jin, you don't have to come with me. But you can't stop me. I'm not staying in this hell any longer. I'm going to leave tonight. I only invited you over to say goodbye."

The brown haired boy was Jin.

This was Namjoon's house. He went from living here to living in a gang, in a broken down abandoned building in the woods.

What happened to him to make him leave? Why was this place hell? It was beautiful, it looked like it was straight out of a fairy tale. How could it be hell? What were his parents like?

"Joon, please, can't we wait, we're almost done with schooling-"

"Jin, I can't handle this anymore. Nothing you say is going to stop me." Namjoon stood up suddenly, and I jumped back, scared to be seen. He wouldn't know me then, so I don't think he'd take kindly to a stranger snooping in his house and listening to his conversations.

I looked to my side, only to see that Jin was gone.

I darted down the hallway, ducking around a corner as Namjoon peeked his head out of the door suspiciously before slamming it shut.

I leaned against the wall, letting out the breath I had been holding.

I noticed a table beside me, and I turned to see a vase full of Hyndrangea's. The vase looked like it was made out of diamonds, and the light reflecting on it blinded me.

When I could see again, I blinked and saw myself back in the dark room.

"Go, you shouldn't be here any longer."

Jin's voice was far away as I noticed myself being pulled backwards. The room was already dark, but now I felt a heavy coat of darkness hover around me, cutting off all of my senses.

**** Hydrangeas are argued to symbolize vanity, heartlessness and frigidity. ****