Rated: T+ for Teen and matureishness for sexual encounters (although no real sex occurs…yet)
Genre: Romance // Teasing // Supernatural
Blurb: Too shy to pursue. Too bold to let you go so easily. Want to play a game a chess? Some one has to make the first move.
A shiver ran down your spine as a bird crashed into the clear windowpane. It chirped and took off again in a heartbeat, flying far away from this cold classroom.
Your back was growing warm, and although you wore a wool sweater, the intensity definitely wasn’t coming from it. As the professor turned around to continue his notes on the blackboard, you turned around and found the origin of the growing heat.
Wonwoo. Jeon Wonwoo to be exact.
The university’s resident nerd, although, how a university had a resident nerd with so many students was unbelievable. But there he was. Clad from head to toe in black, his hair a raven black, pale faced and eyes that looked like black pools of emptiness. A shiver ran down your spine. Why was he staring at you?
Would he ever look away? Did he even know how to blink? You cowered in your seat despite being seated at the front row, while he sat at the back. Quickly you turned away, as Wonwoo wouldn’t stop staring.
The professor made a last gesture at the board before ending the lecture, and before he finished turning around you had already run out the door.
You were walking down the hallways of the humanities building, your mind on the empty stare that Wonwoo had been giving you.
Constantly looking at your feet, and you mind elsewhere, it was no surprise that you managed to walk into the one person that you wanted to forget for once. You stared at the leather combat boot not wanting to look up, but it eventually had to be done.
Wonwoo looked down at you, his pale faces emotionless and his eyes turning darker every second. You gulped, why did he always stare at you like that? Then he winked.
Quickly you side stepped and ran away. Dreading that you would have to see him again at your next Literature lecture. But your cheeks burning red.
“A again, Mr. Jeon.” The professor trudged to Wonwoo as he was the only one who ever got A’s in this class.
“Only the best.” His thick, deep voice reverberated across the room. Sending a shiver down your spine.
The hairs at the back of your neck stood, maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to wear your hair in a ponytail. It was him, it always was, five months of his gaze. Five months of his face traveling up and down your back, and a fiery sensation buildinging up at the pit of your stomach.
The students began to pack, class was over, five page essay on women’s role in literature due three days later. Everyone was leaving, but you didn’t move, no not until Wonwoo was multiple strides ahead of you.
Getting as far away from him as you could was the ultimate goal.
The sun scorched your bear arms, small blisters creeping up your arms. Spending the rest of the day at the library studying so be it. The sun wouldn’t get the best of you this time around.
It was around seven thirty, the sun had already gone down. Owls began to take hold of the branches colorful birds had claimed during the day. A small breeze blew through your now loose hair.
You were headed home, walking, after missing the last shuttle back to the dorms. Your shoes scuffed against the dirty floor. Other uni students dressed casually for a Wednesday night out.
Farther ahead you noticed a familiar figure, walking faster than all the others. What was he doing here? You shook your head, no you wouldn’t take interest in this heathen. Heathen? Wait, you liked him, but you were just too afraid to pursue him.
You followed a street behind him, and slowly the crowd became thinner, the streets bleaker. Lampposts began to dwindle and the light they provided was far too little to be safe. The one next to you wasn’t even functional, glass shards laid askew at the bottom, the light bulb missing.
Wonwoo turned into an alleyway, the only one that actually had one last lamppost working. You shuffled your feet faster, hoping not to lose him.
You rounded the corner and froze as Wonwoo stood before a black graffitied door, unlocking it. He entered and you ran, sticking a foot in before it could close again.
Through the small crack you let your eyes roam the dimly lit room. There were no chairs you noted, only one wooden table and a stack of black leather books on it.
Black robed figures stood from their places on the ground, politely bowing to Wonwoo as he circled them. Candles were lit between their each of their sitting spaces. A small glow emitted becoming enough to read off their books.
They shuffled to make space for him at the top of the circle. One of them threw a robe at him, and he caught it without a hitch. Putting it on before falling ungracefully onto the black pillow below him. He smiled before looking up.
His eyes locked onto yours, his smile disappearing and a straight line replacing it.
Your eyes widened. Your breath hitched. Wonwoo stood up. You took a step backwards, then took off in a run.
A couple of street corners away you began to slow down enough to cast a glance behind yourself. Wonwoo leaned against the lamppost by the alleyway, a smirk adorning his cocky expression before waving goodbye.
You didn’t need to be sent that look twice, you ran.
2 Weeks Later
Wonwoo’s hot stare never faltered from its place on your back. A prickling sensation could always be found there, but no matter how long he had been doing it, it never failed to send you running.
When you were walking in the cold, dim, cobblestone halls, his footsteps were never far behind yours. Nevermind the girls who wore heels, and the click clack against the stones. Wonwoo’s combat boot heel seemed to drown out all other noise. It wasn’t until his presence seemed to be slithering up your backside that you would jump and hit the lockers, pretending whichever you landed on was yours. Then as he walked passed you, and his deep chuckle slipped through your ears, would all your other senses return.
Today of all days you had chosen to have a break from Wonwoo’s constant stares. Opting to stay all day in the library and read books rather than spend the time doing homework.
Night was falling quickly, and the stars were shining bright, like little diamonds that had managed to find their way into the night sky. The trees danced outside, almost as if beckoning you to follow them.
The library was closing anyways, so you packed your things and followed the path into the school’s forest. Thankfully, the path was lit and it lead directly to the streets that led you home.
A small burst of wind travelled through the expanse, tossing your hair over your shoulders and onto your face. Leaves ran through you feet, tumbling and turning like tumble weeds onto the streets, and following the same path you took.
You shivered involuntarily, the flickering lamppost up ahead and the sudden increase of wind. Owls hooted, the dogs began to howl, fog fell like sleet, and you pulled your thin cardigan closer to yourself.
Your pace quickened as you neared the alley, your eyes squinting at the floor. Then as if on cue, right as you passed, you eyes peeked into the alley. But no one was there and you looked away quickly, slowing your pace.
“Looking for me?” A deep voice said from behind you. Two arms snaked around your waist, clutching you closer to a warm body, and pulling you into the dim alleyway.
Your breath caught in your throat.
They turned you around and pushed you up against the brick wall, hands planted on the wall next to your face, encasing in you in.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He chuckled, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Wonwoo…” You shivered as he ran a hand down down your neck, stopping at the neck of your shirt, then back up to your lips where he ran a thumb across it. Your body trembled under his fingers, your knees were having a hard time staying firm.
Your eyes wandered over his smirking face, taking in his sharp features and rosy cheeks. Wonwoo had been the only one you had ever noticed at school. Ever since freshmen orientation, the only student that had ever made you think about something rather than your studies was him.
But this persona wasn’t the loner boy you had always seen at school. He was the predator and you were the prey, and yet for so long you had thought otherwise. You may have never talked, but you had always found ways to cross paths. You were supposed to be the predator, not him.
He curled one of his fingers and moved down your lips, parting them. Your eyes clamped shut and a small, soft moan escaped your lips.
“Y/N. Y/N.” He chuckled, “I can tell you’re a virgin by the way you react when I touch you.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but he cut you off, placing his index finger on your lips.
“Y/N, did you see my cult?” He smirked. Your eyes widened mat his words, but never responding.
“We like to sacrifice virgins.” Wonwoo chuckled, watching your panicked expression. It was too much, he was joking…right? He isn’t being serious….is he? He’s just lying…right?
“It doesn’t have to be that way, Y/N. You could always…lose your virginity…” He bent down to place a kiss on your neck, gently, teasing you, lingering a few seconds before he pulled away.
“You can call me when you want.” He walked away, leaving you speechless. Your cheeks burned at his bravado. He was joking right? Why were your hormones going awry?
You did have feelings for him, shy, smart Wonwoo. But this Wonwoo…who was he? And why did he make you want more.
You shook your head choosing to ignore what he had said. The touch of his hands still burning on your skin.
The walk home was quiet, and the wind was starting to pick up again. You reached for your phone, taking it out of your front pocket. But then noticed, a folded piece of paper was wedged between the case and the phone.
You unfolded it. It was his phone number and a short paragraph underneath.
Come with me next time? I promise I won’t sacrifice you. It’ll be a date, and I won’t do anything…unless you want me to.
You blushed profoundly, your mixed feelings battling with each other. Had he really planned all that just to ask you out? How the hell had he gotten that paper in your back pocket. And…he was joking about the whole cult thing….right?
This is my first attempt at writing a drarry fic and it is probably not that great, but I am proud that I tried, so here’s the link if anyone wants to read it.
Niall looked out across the large meadow that lay in front of him and sighed, it had been a long time since he had last been here, a very long time. He dropped his tattered rucksack on the floor as a light gust of wind rustled though the tall blades of grass, causing the sweet, strong aroma of honeysuckle and fresh rain to envelop him.
“NIALL! NIALL!” He jolted upright, awoken from any memories that were beginning to drag him under.
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” a familiar voice shouted across at him, and he looked to see Katy bounding over to him, her radiant auburn hair screwed up in a messy bun, loose strands framing her face, perfectly highlighting her delicate features and pale complexion. He had to admit it, she was stunning, and by far one the most striking girls he had ever set eyes on. Her tight floral dress comfortably hugged her petite feature and as she smiled, she flashed her pearly white teeth, each one in a perfect arrangement to the next. However, it was her eyes that did it for Niall, deep olive, protected by thick long eyelashes that enraptured anyone who looked into them, for they would get lost in their beauty. But she was nothing compared to Allie.
Allie… thought Niall as the beautiful girls face yet again took place of Katy’s. He tried to block her from his mind and focus on the pretty auburn haired girl in front of him, but how could he? Allie was his everything.
“What are you doing out here?” Katy asked, laughing as she threw herself down on the grass next to Niall, her arm slowly wrapping around his waist.
‘Harry’s been looking for you everywhere, but I might just keep you all to myself now that I’ve found you,” she whispered seductively in his ear, a grin curling over her teeth as she passionately began to kiss his neck. Her fingers moved down his spine, making him shiver as he finally gave in to her. Niall rolled over, pulling Katy on top of him and began to fervently kiss her, fiercely groping at her thighs as he began to pull up her dress, revealing a lacy white thong. He could feel the electricity flowing through his veins, burning as the kiss got more and more passionate, more intense. Hands were everywhere now, rubbing and tugging at each others clothes. Katy suddenly sat up, moaning she pulled off her dress and let her hair out of the bun, making it flow down her back and brush past her porcelain cheeks. She lent over, and ever so carefully kissed his lips, slightly parting hers as she did so while she tugged at his already ruffled hair, slowly grinding her hips against him. Niall could feel his heartbeat getting faster and faster as she began to unbutton his shirt, her overwhelming, warm, sensual scent of vanilla filling his nostrils. All the while he was staring at her, trying to take in her beauty and try to begin to understand why she loved him so much. He didn’t love her; not like he loved Allie.
* * * *
He rolled over, it was cooler now and as the wind continued to rustle through the grass, he felt Katy shiver next to him. He felt so guilty, as though he had betrayed Allie. The last time he was here, they were together, running through the meadow, laughing as the suns rays beamed down on them, but now it was tainted with today’s guilty moment of passion. He should have told her not here, not now, but was too late, it was done. He sat up and began getting dressed; rooting through his rucksack for a jumper for Katy when he stopped and looked at a photograph that he had come across. It was of him and Allie, a few years ago now, beaming at the camera as if there were no worries in the world. If only. There was some murmuring from next to him so he shoved the photograph to the bottom of the bag and pulled out his UCLA hoodie, just as Katy’s arms wrapped around his waist. He could feel her breath on his back but he couldn’t look at her without feeling remorse.
“We better go,” Niall muttered to Katy, avoiding eye contact as his face burnt with shame. In the same instant he stood up, throwing his hoodie at her as she hurriedly began to get dressed, but he didn’t wait. Instead he walked off, into the forest; the same forest where he used to have picnic’s with Allie, the same forest where he first told her he loved her, and the same forest where he last spoke to her. A flurry of thoughts flashed through his mind and he ran a sweaty hand through his tousled bleached blonde hair, somehow allowing a silent tear to escape from his almost turquoise blue eyes and slide down his now pallid cheek.
“I treat Katy like shit,” he said to himself, as he stumbled through the forest, tripping over raised roots as he got faster and faster. “It’s just my way of coping, I know, but why does she put up with it?” He was nearly at the edge of the forest now, and he could vaguely see the farmhouse in the distance, Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn all stood outside, scanning the area. He shouldn’t have stayed out so long without saying where he was, everyone was going to be panicking, especially after Allie had gone. It had been a month now, a month since she went missing, oh how time flies, it seems like yesterday they’d argued and he’d said words he knew he’d regret, but what did matter? The damage had already been done.
‘Live life for the moment because everything else is uncertain,’ Louis had once said, oh how he wished he’d listened. How he wished he could turn back time and hold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright, but it wasn’t that’s the thing. She was gone, and the hope they’d once had, their dreams for the future, gone with it.
