I put my hand behind me to see who it was. What was I doing. I know who it is. Stupid Park Seonghwa. Why does he have to ruin everything.

I use on hand to roam his body hoping to make him feel something. While he was paying attention to my one hand I used the other one to grab the ropes and pin him against the wall so he couldn't move.

"JONGHO, MINGI, YUNHO, SAN, WOOYOUNG HELP!!" I screamed hoping one of them would hear me. I know Jongho heard me he was closest. Why am I thinking about Jongho right now?

Jongho heard me because I heard him running in. I looked over at him and saw him concerned look. I saw him look over and find Park Seonghwa getting up from the ropes and wall. Him limping a tiny bit from being thrown.

"What the fuck Park Seonghwa. What happened to you?" I heard Jongho say overhead. "Well. What if I told you I-"

Everything stopped. I couldn't hear anything or see anything. I blacked out.

Again.

. . . .

I woke up on a bed with a bunch of plushies. I looked over to find a shelf with pictures of Wooyoung and San by the looks of it. I let out a groan.

This was either San or Wooyoung's room by the looks of it. There was a small doggie plushie with a tag that said Shiber. Cute.

I sat up. My head hurt and what was Park Seonghwa going to say back there? My mind filled with endless possibilities on what he could have said.

I heard someone walk in and I looked up. It was Jongho again. "Thank you." I said. I looked up at him. He looked like he was a month or two younger than me. Hmm weird.

He should be a couple of years older than me based on what he knows. Not going to lie he looked hot. I saw sweat droplets on his forehead making his reddish black hair stick to his forehead. His black clothes sticking to him and showing his body. He was built up. Hot.

I noticed that I was starting at him. I looked down onto the bed suddenly feel blood rush all around.

I looked up to see Jongho and his serious face staring at me. He was sitting a foot away from me on the bed. "Your in San's room." He said answering my unasked question.

"What's your story?" Jongho asked getting uncomfortably close to my face. I put my hand on his face and pushed him back. Earning a smile for him under my hand.

I opened my mouth to speak without thinking. But I noticed it right away and closed my mouth shaking my head. "Please. Why not?" I shook my head again expecting him to get up and leave the room.

"If you don't say something I'll take that as a meaning to kiss you." I shook my head and backed up against the headboard of the bed. I immediately realized I was in a even more wrong position.

I decided to not to scoot up and just stay where I was and start talking. I opened my mouth to speak but Jongho's finger shushed me.

His finger grazed my lips. I don't think he realized he was doing it. I took his hand down and he came back from his thoughts with a little reddish tint to his cheeks. He looked so cute and hot. How was that even possible.

I started to speak but was interrupted by Wooyoung standing in the doorway. He cleared his throat making me and Jongho look at him in sync.

"Jongho we need you to come to the kitchen. San started a fire." Wooyoung then looked at me with the smallest smirk he could have managed.

I got up from San's bed and walked toward Wooyoung. I looked at him with pleading eyes.

He told me to follow him and so I did so. He took my through the living area where I first came here and then into another room with a lot of books and a desk or two.

I walked into the room they called the Kitchen standing behind Wooyoung. I looked over to find Jongho. I saw him standing behind San helping him cook. I don't think he knows how to cook all too well.

I looked around the room and saw that there were tables with bar stools because the tables were up so high.

I looked around and saw that Yunho and Mingi were sitting on the stools sipping something in a cup. Wooyoung went over to them and Mingi moved his hand and another cup of something popped up. Out of thin air. So they can do stuff like me.

Mingi tapped the open seat next to him. I obliged and say down right next to him. The tension in the air growing up until someone said something.

San was the one to get them out of this horrible state of awkward.

"What's your story?" San had said looking at me. I didn't understand what he meant by that so I just tilted my head in confusion.

Yungi looked over at me. As did everyone else but Jongho. "You do the same thing Jongho does. Another thing in common I see?"

I looked over and saw Yunho smirk. "What would be our first thing in common?" As soon as the words escaped my mouth I regretted them. As Wooyoung and San started laughing inside by the looks of it.

Mingi looked at me like I was dumbfounded. Yungi opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Jongho.

"Magic. Pain. Height. Age. Temper.  Jongho had said looking deeply at him. Wooyoung coughed telling everyone to go.

"You never answered my question Yeosang. What's your story?" San suddenly said pulling me out of my trance of staring at Jongho. Apparently pulling us both out of it.

"Oh. I-I umm." I mumbled. I didn't know what to tell them and I just met them so I dont know if I can even trust them. There was just something about Jongho that pulled me in though.

"If he doesn't want to talk about it then it's okay." Jongho stepped up and said. Making the others walk out of the room in disappointment. I felt bad for not telling when he asked. But I didn't know how to answer.

"Yeosang." Jongho's deep voice cut out all other thoughts and all I could think about was him. "If you don't want to tell us your story then okay. But I want to tell you mine. I cannot speak for the others but if you have questions feel free to ask and if you don't"

"How do I know I can trust you all?" I said cutting him off from speaking. I know that my voice has power if I use the right tone. But I didn't mean for the deep voice to come out. Jongho even looked shocked. But then came to realize that I had asked a question.

He nodded. I looked at his lips not helping if I could or not. I soon realized how close we were. I am sure if someone saw this from behind it would be called kissing.

His face was centimetres away from mine. I felt my cheeks turn red. Not fully knowing why I backed up a bit.

Jongho smiled and looked down like he was somewhat disappointed. I dont k ow why though and I couldn't take time to guess because he started talking.

"I will explain. And explain why you are here. And to help ease the situation we will play a game to get the answers out. Okay?"

I nodded. A game sounded fine right now. I didn't know what game he had in mind but it was about questions so it couldn't be all too bad.

I looked around where we were standing. I saw a window. I started to walk towards it but was grabbed by the arm. I turned around and saw Jongho smiling a small smile. I looked him up and down.

"Come with me." Jongho said. He started to bring me into a room. He sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him.

I sat down right next to him waiting for him to speak. "Wanna start the game?" Jongho asked. I didn't notice until now but he had locked the door and took off his shirt.