DISCLAIMER:
This one is angst-ish. It's sad but fluffy lol
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I felt his arms wrap around my waist. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Last night was amazing. No, we didn't have sex. We talked and talked, sharing things we surprisingly didn't know about each other, and most importantly, we laughed with each other.

"Baby, are you awake?"

"Uh... no?"

"Okay then. Lay with me longer."

"Uh, actually I need to get ready for work." I sighed. "So that means you need to stop holding me down with your arm."

"Sorry," he mumbled. He let go of my waist and placed his arms under his cheek.

Since his band's new comeback dropped, he has had loads of free time and wanted to spend it all with me, but sadly I had to work still. I was a photographer for the local newspaper, and for families that want photo shoots. I was assigned to a single person, a guy, to take pictures for his modeling portfolio. Youngjae is very skeptical about these kinds, but he still trusts me one way or another.

Even after an hour of shooting pictures, I still have to edit them, then send it out. I was already paid a solid amount, so I had to.

I stood up and leaned over, pecking Youngjae on the cheek. "I'll be back in a couple of hours; then we can cuddle," I promised him in a cute voice.

"Sounds amazing," he mumbled sweetly, with his eyes closed and smiling. "I love you (Y/n), be home soon."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see it.

I made my way into the bathroom to get ready. After I was finished showering and dressing into tight jeans and a simple t-shirt, I grabbed my purse and my equipment from my room. Before I left, I gave him a quick kiss and walked out of the room, and soon into the house.

I never ate breakfast. It wasn't normal for me.

When I arrived at my workspace, I set up the white backdrop and opened my camera bag. I took out my Canon camera and began to adjust settings. I took out my new tripod (my previous one broke) and set it up, centering it in the middle of the backdrop, but still far enough to take a decent picture. I set my camera on top and aimed it center.

The door opened and I brought my attention to the man that just walked in. He walked towards me and stuck his hand out, smiling. "Hi, I'm Jackson."

I shook his hand. "I'm (Y/n)."

"I know." A shiver ran down my spine. "Your website," he reminded.

I chuckled, "Yes, of course. Whenever you're ready we can start." I smiled at him.

He nodded and walked to the backdrop. He took off his shirt.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" I blushed of embarrassment.

"I told you that I'm doing a model portfolio. This is where my talent shines." He pointed to his abs and winked.

Shit, I forgot.

I sighed and double-checked my settings. He began to pose as I looked in the lens. I quickly took his pictures and he would occasionally wink at me. It made me very uncomfortable.

"Last one." I reminded him.

He smiled and hooked his right thumb on his jeans, slightly pulling it down, revealing a v-line. I tried to not look while I took the picture, but I didn't want to get fired. I quickly took the picture and sighed in relief when he finally put his shirt back on.

He walked up to me and smiled. "Have fun editing baby girl." He whispered. He slowly walked towards me. "Unless you want to see what I have hiding now."

I took steps back and whimpered. "W-what are you doing?"

"Making you mine." He said as he swiftly grabbed both my wrists with one hand and pinned them above me on the wall I ran my back into.

I looked away and closed my eyes. "Please don't."

He smirked, "I like when you beg." He attacked my neck with his teeth and lips and I gasped.

"Get off me!"

I began to have tears fall down my face. This can't be happening.

The door began to open but Jackson didn't notice. "Baby, you forgot your lunch— What the fuck?!" Youngjae's face was angrier than ever.

Jackson looked at him and smirked.

"Get away from her!" Youngjae yelled. He dropped the lunch bag he had in his hand and charged for Jackson. He punched him to the ground repeatedly and I screamed and cried every time Jackson got a hit in. "Go!" He yelled and pushed Jackson out the door, locking it.

I was on the ground, crying. "Youngjae," I whimpered, "mianhae."

He walked to me with sorry eyes. "Baby, are you ok?" He walked towards me and leaned down to my level. "What happened. Tell me."

I told him every detail, of Jackson's flirtatious winks to his attack on my neck. He hugged me tightly. "C'mon. We are gonna go home." He promised. "Why did you let him?" He asked, a little angrily.

I looked at him in digust. "Do you think I would let him do that to me?"

"No, but you--"

"Just go home!" I ordered.

"I-I'm not going. Not without you. I want to protect you."

"He's stronger than me. I couldn't do anything!" I cried.

He held me tighter. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm confused too, baby. Let's go home." He carried me bridal style out of the office, and luckily Jackson wasn't anywhere to be seen.

He walked me out of the building and placed me in his car. "What about--"

"I'll walk over here and get it later." He closed the door and ran around to the driver's side. When he drove he occasionally would give me glares or smile with sorrow. He parked at the driveway and got out immediately, walking to my side and attempting to carry me.

"I'm capable of walking." I snapped. He raised his arms up in surrender and we walked in the house. Youngjae quickly ran around the house, locking every door and window.

After that, we spent the day together, forgetting about everything, and we never saw Jackson ever again.