Fire is never a gentle master.
But they couldn't help it.
She burned so bright. Hot to the touch. An all-consuming force.
Of course they wanted her.
In a world where people have the privilege to pay for their abilities, she spent her life masteri...
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I felt like I was on a wave.
There was a rush when my lips touched Handong's, but then there was this slow, steady, relaxing calm that overtook all of that almost instantly. Time sped up and then slowed down all together. I don't know how she did it, but for a moment, she made me forget.
I tuned out all the pleading and begging of the kidnapped phoneys. I could hear them, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I was grateful for that, I didn't need any more trauma.
"Shit." San chuckles. I forgot he was beside me with a literal front row view of our make-out session. "That was hot."
Now I understood why I had been warned. Handong's kisses had intense effects. It was instant — my head felt light, my body felt like a machine, and I had never felt more relaxed. There was no pain, no anger, no worries.
I wonder how long this would last?
"Rowoon is going to kill you," Jun says through gritted teeth, directing his glare towards the orange haired culprit.
Hyungwon approaches arrogantly. "I forget just what your kisses can do, Handong. I think you might have to remind me."
"We both know that's a bad idea," Handong replies with a smirk.
"Let's get you back to bed," Jun says as he pulls me up to my feet. "Before your brother sees you and before you do anything stupid."
I step away from him. "Tell me, Jun, how big is that stick up your ass?" There's a series of chuckles that erupt throughout the room and I couldn't help but giggle at my own comment too. "Relax," I coo, bringing my hand up to run my fingers through his brown fluffy hair. He stiffens under my touch. "I don't care if Rowoon gets pissed. He doesn't get to act like some protective brother, okay? Not after everything that's happened."
In my peripherals, I notice two figures emerging from the dark. "Speak of the devil," I drawled. "Jennie and Rowoon, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G," I tease in a sing-song voice. "Do you two like to do torture sessions for date night?"
"What the fuck?" Jennie scowls. It's all she seems to do. "What the hell hap— Handong! I told you not to touch her!"
Handong sighs. "She really needed it. She was really upset."
"Let her have her temporary bliss," Rowoon says without emotion, although there's a slight twitch to his lips. "I'm going to force some sense into her stubborn little head tomorrow. I've decided I'm done playing nice."
I couldn't help but laugh. Loudly. "Oh," I gasp, feigning fear. "I'm so fucking scared!" I don't hide my sarcasm as I try to push my brother's buttons. I was enjoying this way too much.
He walks towards me, slowly. Everyone else watches. Some are amused, some are concerned. I simply don't care. He grabs my face harshly, his nails digging into my skin as he scans my eyes angrily. "Show some respect," he says lowly.
