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Hyuna

When I opened the door, I was blinded by the burst of light and all of a sudden my body felt weightless. Wind blew past me as my hair floated around me. I do not know whether I was flying or falling down. Afraid of the unknown, I closed my eyes, waiting for it to end.

I felt my body tugged backward and I sunk deeper in the soft mattress. Like the air just filled my lungs, I opened my eyes and gasped deeply. My heart was thudding unsteadily and my sight blurred, yet I could still make out the rushing figures in the room and their frantic yells. I blinked my eyes to get rid of the haziness just as a weird kind of warmth settled itself on my heart. When I opened my slightly watery eyes again, I saw a familiar set of blue eyes staring into mine. The person was talking but it seemed muffled. I dropped my eyes on his lips and tried to read what he was trying to say.

"...you're okay. Sleep, you'll feel better."

And I did.

It was dim when I opened my eyes again. I felt hot, and my forehead was slick with perspiration. I never liked the feeling of my hair against my face, so I used my fingers to move the strands of hair that were stuck on my forehead for God knows how long, making sure to make a disgusted face at the sight of greasy strands.

"I feel horrible." I groaned and rolled to my side, planting my face in the soft pillow. It had a distant smell that I could not fathom what, but it surely did miracle on my slightly throbbing head. It was addictive, so I buried my face in it even more. Until I was out of breath.

"Bad move." I mumbled, gasping for air as I laid back on my back staring at the intricate patterns that were carved into the high ceiling. And it hit me.

I sat up in a rush, my eyes widened at the room I am in. The low light allowed me to take in as much as my eyesight could, black and deep purple wallpaper covered the high walls, and I gasped at the sight of the huge chandelier which hung from the ceiling. It was simple, yet elegant. The room was furnished minimally, yet I bet they could fit another room in here. Two nightstands stood at each sides of the bed with lamps with yellow lights. A comfy cushion chair was placed next to my side of the bed, probably someone was watching me while I was asleep? A fireplace at one side of the room and next to it was a huge bookshelf filled with books I was aching to get my hands into, a princess-sized vanity set on the other side. Apart from a few painting that hung on the wall, the room seemed empty, like it was unoccupied for so long.

I gulped, it was so huge, almost the size of my small apartment, probably bigger. It felt so wrong to be here.

Speaking of which, how did I get here?

Before I could think more into it, the door swung open and it revealed a middle-aged lady with a tray of food on one of her hand, and a pile of clothes on the other. My eyes widened and I scooted away from her as she walked into the room and placed the tray on the nightstand next to where I was a second ago.

She turned to me and smiled kindly.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked and I froze. Ignoring my state of shock, she placed the neatly folded clothes on the bed.

"I have brought you dinner, I'm sure you're starving. My poor child." She shook her head sadly. "Daesung should have feed you but no, that silly guy do not know anything about girls and their love for food. He will receive a mouthful from me later."

Well I agree with her at the food part but wait...

"Daesung?" I whispered and watched as she looked at me weirdly. I cleared my throat, ready to repeat what I said as it was impossible for her to hear it. It was a whisper and I was at the other end of the humongous bed.

"Ah, you probably know him as D-lite." She chuckled. "I don't even know why he would choose a name that sounded delicious." She rambled but then she saw my confused expression.

"Wait, then what do you call him? Baby, honey, jagiya?" She finished and my expression turned into horror, which quickly became hers when I screamed.

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"Why didn't you tell me she's with the Prince? No wonder she freaked out when I asked whether she calls you jagiya." The woman scolded and Daesung bowed.

"I'm sorry, no one is supposed to know this."

"What do you mean no one? Am I just no one? Oh, Youngbae is going to get it!" She shrieked and if I had a control over my own body I would have cupped my ears to dull the high-pitched noise that suddenly attacked my ears.

Daesung's face was a mixture of horror and worry as he shook his head frantically.

"No, Mrs. Song, I didn't mean that. Taeyang hyung was going to tell you soon but until that her true identity is to remain as a secret because he worries about..." He trailed off then he stopped speaking. They had a staring contest for a while and I was too freaked out to notice as I was trying to gain control of my own body.

The woman nodded and sighed. "Fine, I'll keep it as a secret. But he better clear this up soon. I don't like keeping secrets from my king, and he will ask it from us. I'm afraid his highness's command will topped Youngbae's order. It won't be pretty if it happens."

"Okay Mrs. Song, I will rely it to hyung. Thank you."

She shot me a sympathetic look and nodded before walking out of the room.

The white haired guy exhaled deeply when the door closed and we were left alone. No one to save me and he was free to do anything he wanted to. I struggled against the non-existent restraint more and screamed louder internally as he walked toward me, closing the distance between us.

He reached next to me and I heard a sigh. He snapped his fingers and all at once the magic wore off. My screams resonated across the room and I finally could scramble away.

"Stop screaming, please." He sighed and sat on the chair next to the bed. I screamed louder and backed off more, but stopped when I felt the end of the bed.

"Hyuna, please." He shot me a warning look. "Or I'll use my power on you again."

I shut off and he sighed again, running a hand through his hair, tugging it a little. My heart felt like it could run out of my chest in any moment. I glanced to the door and counted the probability of escaping.

"Don't even think about it. I won't hesitate to chain you on the bed if you do."

I whimpered quietly as tears filled my eyes. I tried to contain the sob but it slipped out. His eyes softened.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He let out another sigh. He looked to his side and opened the lid that covered the food. "You haven't eat?" He lifted the tray and put the lid on its place, he then put a spoon into the big bowl and settled it on the bed.

"Eat, please. Taeyang hyung won't be happy if he know you starved yourself."

The smell was mouth-watering and I was indeed hungry, but I was too scared to even move. What if he catch me if I come near him? After all, he kidnapped me, he-

"You're thinking too much." He groaned. "You're under the protection of the Prince, only a fool will make their way on you." He mumbled the last part, "That includes me."

I bit my lip and wiped a stray tear, his eyes averted away when he saw it.

"You can eat, and d-don't cry."

I looked at him and to the bowl of food on the bed. It smelled so good...

"I won't hurt you."

Ah, to hell with it. If I am going to die, I wanted to die with my stomach full.

I slowly crawled closer to the tray and took the bowl, making sure there was some distance between me and him. I inhaled at the delicious smell and took a spoonful, and boy did it tasted heavenly. The semi-warm substance touched the tip of my tongue and it entered my throat into my tummy. I was quick to supress the moan that was about to come out. That could be embarrassing.

"I take it that you love it?" He asked and I nodded immediately, eager to finish the heavenly tasted food.

I finished the porridge and placed the bowl back onto the tray, his blue eyes were on me the whole time. We did not communicate as I ate, filling my stomach with the food. I looked back at him and scooted away, not wanting to be anywhere near him. Heck, I would have run out of the room long before if he did not warn me. I could not stay here.

He must noticed the hateful stares I sent him. Then he looked hurt. What the hell? If anyone should feel hurt, that should be me. I was the one who trapped!

"I guess you want answers."

I narrowed my eyes. Damn right I do!

"Please don't give me the silent treatment. I can't handle it. You can yell at me if you want... Just- talk to me." He pleaded and my heart grew soft, a bit.

"Why did you take me?" I asked hoarsely. The warmth from the porridge had helped a bit, if not I am sure I will sound like an old lady. I cringed at the thought.

He leaned back and rubbed his face. "I hope we could have meet in any other circumstances, Hyuna, I really do. But it had to be done, someone wanted you and I have to keep you safe."

Suddenly the memories from the park came crashing onto me and I gasped. I can still feel the pain in my stomach as the guy smiled, showing me his pearly white teeth. There was something about that guy that I am terrified of, and I do not know what.

"Why me?" My voice small and I was afraid that I would break down again. I did not want Daesung or whatever his name was to see me in my most vulnerable state.

He smiled but it did not quite reach his eyes. I had known him for a small amount of time but I know, whenever he really meant his smile the corner of his small eyes will crinkle and he will have that toothy grin on his face. This smile seemed force and without my consent, my heart dropped.

"You are important, Hyuna. I will gladly lay my life for you if it means for your safety." He whispered just enough for me to hear it.

I frowned. I do not want anyone to die for me. "I am not weak, Daesung, I can take care of myself. Let me go. I will not tell anyone, if it's what you're worried of."

He shook his head. "I'm sorry but I can't do that. Hyung needs you, and it's just a matter of time that you will need him too."

I was about to protest but he cut me off. "I might have lost your trust, but please listen for this time, you are in a grave danger and this is the safest place for you."

"You never have my trust." I snapped and the painful look he wore was giving me an immense guilt. But I pushed it away. "I will escape Daesung, and you will regret it when I do. All of you."

He shook his head and stood up. I flinched a little at his sudden movement. He grabbed the tray and the lid before walking to the door. Before stepping out of the room he glanced over his shoulder.

"Take a shower, Mrs. Song has prepared you some clothes." He nodded to the heaps of fabrics on the bed. "I'll come to collect you in an hour. The Prince wants to meet you."

And he closed the door softly behind him, leaving me flabbergasted.

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it's never too late for this, Happy Easter <3

Korean - English glossary:

jagiya - sweetheart/love/darling (used between couples to address each other)

updated 17.04.2017