Chapter 4

"No, please…don't…" you struggle against Him, but He's too strong for leans in close, you can smell His horrible breath, coming in fast waves towards your nostrils.

He gently takes your hand, "It's ok, it'll all be over soon…"

He pulls you in closer, you twist and scream, just being near Him pulls tears out of your eyes…

"Dongsaeng! Dongsaeng! Are you alright?"

Taemin's panicked voice breaks into your wake up and realize you are safe, in Taemin's closet."I-I…" you manage to choke, the tears were coming fast; huge, wet globs of salty pain roll down your cheeks and stain the front of your pyjama shirt.

Taemin pulls you close, crouching on his closet floor. You wrap your arms around his neck, sobbing uncontrollably into his baby-soft carefully rubs your back and nuzzles his beautiful face into the side of your head."Shh, It's ok, your safe," he mummers into your ear.

Eventually the tears stop, you don't want to let him go, he's so warm, so soft, so…loving. You just want to tell him everything, trust him with secrets that you don't even trust yourself with.

"Thank you, oppa…" I love you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When you wake up, the house is strangely quiet, usually you'll hear Taemin singing, and Minho yelling at him to shut up.

You stretch and yawn, your back aches from sleeping on a small blow-up mattress. You would kill to sleep on a normal bed, like the one you had at home…. As much as you - and your back - missed a real mattress, you'd rather sleep on needles then go open the closet door and call out into the empty room, "oppa? OPPAAASSSSS!" You scream, hoping to get someone's attention.

You figured that they must already be at rehearsal, Taemin probably told the others about last night, and out of kindness they decided to leave you behind.

"Oi, my stupid oppas," you mutter to yourself. You were finally getting a hang of the strange words the Koreans use when addressing one another.

You drag yourself to the bathroom and stare into the mirror, you push some of your long, wavy caramel hair behind one ear to get a better look at your face.

Dull green eyes stared back at you, they once were bright and full of sunshine…Your face was long, your mother used to tell you that you looked like a cucumber, but He would be right there beside you, telling your mother that you were beautiful. Not a vegetable.

"Annie Maria Samgoody," you almost winced, it hurt hearing your own name. He used to tell you that angels named their children after you because you were perfect.

Yes, so perfect you were…~~~~~~~~~~~~"Ding Dong!"

The doorbell rang, you put down your magazine and clambered over the couch to the door.

You pulled it open and found a young man standing there.

He bowed and then began speaking, "Ah hello! Are you Bunny?"

Panic ran up and down your body, causing strange tingles along your spine, why did this strange man know your name? You relaxed a little though, at least he hadn't said your real name.

"Y-yes, why? What do you want?" you started to close the door on him, but he stuck his foot in the doorway.

"Sorry to intrude, but I have a package for you!" he smiled a little and pulled a small parcel out of his bag.

You grabbed it and muttered a choked up 'thank you'.

How did anyone else know where you lived now? Your heart picked up pace and beads of sweat formed on your upper lip.

You slowly unwrapped the parcel, what could possibly be inside it? If He knew that you were staying here and this was from Him, you might as well jump out the window and hope the fall kills you.

But instead, what you unwrapped came as a pleasant surprise.'I've seen you walking around this building before, you are so beautiful. I think I'm falling in love, please meet me at the Corner Café at 1:30 pm tomorrow. I look forward to actually finally meeting you!~'

Your heart skipped a beat, someone…was in love…with you? But he didn't even know you… well, maybe its love at first sight! You chuckle and squeal like a little girl who just got asked out for her first date.

Then you remember about Taemin, people here in Korea take dating very seriously, in America, its kind of just for fun.

You sigh pathetically, Taemin is not in love with you, your just his dongsaeng. Just then, you hear the front door open and the voices of five very loud boys come crashing into your woeful thoughts.

"Doooongsaaaaeng! We brought home some bulgogi!" Taemin screamed at the top of his lungs.

Your mouth waters at the thought of some delicious bulgogi. Your feet step into action before your brain does, and before you know it, your running down the hallway towards the kitchen.

"I'm coming! Don't let Jonghyun oppa eat it all before I get there!" you could hear the other members of the band chuckle at your comment.

Life was pretty good now, you hoped that He would never find you…