The drive to my house is quiet, and relaxing...
I have no idea why, but, I feel very comfortable with this chauffeur.
I feel like he's my friend.
And I suspect maybe more...
But something is wierding me out.
He's not using the right road to get to my house.
It's a completely unknown road, that I've never seen before...in my life.
Where are we going?
I look out the window and see many expensive hotels, mansions and business towers zipping past.
Are we in...Gangnam?
But...my house is nowhere near Gangnam!
Ok, it's time for explanations.
"Emm...w-where...are we going, exactly?" I shakily ask, trying to sound calm.
The car skids to a stop outside a pair of long, frosty- glass, doors, that have neon lights inside that change every 5 seconds.
They're very beautiful.
But...
He hasn't answered my question.
And more and more questions are pilling on as the situation continues.
I stick my cheek to the window, and look up the tall glass building to see the name of it, written in large, gold, writing :

Park Hyatt

Wait...
Are we at...

Park Hyatt?

THE Park Hyatt Hotel?





Wuh...?
The competition said nothing about staying













the night at one of Seoul's best 5 star hotels...
Ok. Now I really need answers.
I reach over the driver's seat head, and grab the chauffeur's shoulder.

I turn him round, and ask him straight-forwardly,
"What. Are we. Doing here?" plus, cold eyes and line-mouth.
That should get him to talk.
I know I shouldn't have been so rough, but I was scared.



What if this guy brought me here to rob me?
Or what if he was hired to kidnap me by some seasangs?
That's a possibility.
Or what if he tries to...rape me?
Nuh-uh.
I ain't having none of that.
He lifts his right hand up, and cups my right cheek.
A normal person would've flinched, cowered back, or even punched him.
I mean, a stranger, touching and cupping your face so tenderly?
It's downright creepy.
But...I just look down at him.
I loved feeling his warm skin against my own skin.
My face softened and my heart relaxed.
Instead of the opposite.
I'm starting to get worried.
I'm not responding like a normal person should.
What's wrong with me?
But...I soon realize why.
He slowly flings his snap-back off, so that I get a clear view of everything.

Those cheeky, exotic eyes.

That perfectly shaped nose.

That always-smiling mouth.

The grin I'm so used to seeing, and miss all the time.

The gorgeous freshly-dyed, blood red hair.

"K-Kris...?" I say with a suprise and joy ridden voice.
I know that I literally, just saw him yesterday, but...
I still missed him.
Is that how lovers are supposed to feel like...?
Or is it just me?
"Suprise!! For real this time..." he sounds like a happy little kid, and ends it with a wink.
Did he...?
Wait...
What?
"Did you knock out the chauffeur, or something?" I ask with a blank voice.
Cause, seriously.
If he knocked someone out to come, and be here right now, then I'm gonna be pissed.
He bursts out into chuckles.
With that voice that I so love to hear...
"No,no. Of course not. I paid him, so that I go instead of him...is that so bad?" Puppy-eyes time.
Oh, stop it.
I turn and stare out the window at the glass doors, and then answer back to him.
"No....but...why the hell didn't you take me home? And why did we come to a hotel? And more importantly,why a 5 STAR HOTEL?"
I think I know the answer, but I ask anyway.
"Well...isn't it obvious?"
I didn't like the way he said that, or the way he's looking at me, right now...
Like a Beast full of lust...
He takes his seatbelt off, and crawls all the way from the front seat, to the back, where I'm sitting.
I lean straight onto my back, and squash into the back of the van's seat, trying to keep as much distance between me and the approaching Kris as possible.
His looks and smirks only pinpoint to one thing :
He wants me...
Now.
I hold out my arms trying to keep him off me, but...
He just connects himself to me anyway.
He crawls up, until he's basically sitting on my lap,in a position like someone riding a horse, and I'm being held captive under him.
He gently takes a hold of both my wrists, and gazes into my immensly widened eyes.
They're slightly tearing, and my face is on fire.
Plus, I think my heart is gonna go through the roof.

He looks on for another 5 seconds, before whispering with a flirtatious voice,
"We came to stay the night....and maybe the next day...depends on how tired you'll be..."
I knew that was the answer.
His voice is melting into me, and the sudden realization just slaps me in the face.
I start whimpering, and my lips start quivering.
I thought he promised that he wouldn't do anything to me...
My head shakes on it's own, and before I have the time to slap him, and deny everything, while running straight home...
He gives the left side of my neck a slow and loving kiss.
That soon turns into a slow trail of kisses, that goes all the up my neck, and then to the side of my chin.
My mouth gets an extra rough and slow kiss.
I feel as if I've been thrown into a volcano.
My whole body is heating up, and it feels as if steam is gonna start leaking out my mouth.
That is...if Kris ever lets go of it.
I lean back my head as far as it can go, and wait for the chance to get a breath.
Not that it feels bad...
Kris actually kisses really nicely.
But...it just feels so wrong...
He finally lets go, and places his forehead on my adam's apple.
We're both out of breath, and my eyes are actually tearing.
He gives two chuckles, and begins to lick my adam's apple, just like someone licks an ice-cream, flicking his tongue up my chin playfully, with each lick.
It kind of tickles...
But...
No, no...
Enough.
I groan in frustration and try to push him off me, by his shoulders.
"Kris..." I breath out.
He gives my apple a last peck and then erotically says,
"So....what do you say? That was a little preview to the show...wanna see the rest? Upstairs, in a gorgeous bed, with champagne and roses? Hmm? What do you say?"
His puppy grin is back...but the sexuality is still evident in his glazed orbs.
How can someone be so in love?
I don't get it...
Maybe it's because I never fell in love in my life...
I can't understand it...
But...
I'm starting to.
"Why...would you do this for me?" I sincerely ask, as I stare into his intense, but beautiful eyes.
That want me, and only me...
He lets out a slight chuckle, but then shyly replies,
"Well, first of all, because I love you....and second of all...because I said that you deserved better...don't you remember?" He quirks his right eyebrow up, a playful look, taking over his features.
Oh yeah...
Now I remember.
When he chased me around the hospital room...
Is this what he meant by, 'you're too good for this.'?
I'm worthy....of a 5 Star Hotel?
That's...
Sort of...
Sweet...
And flattering.
But, that doesn't mean that I'll give myself up for him.
I'll decide when that'll happen.
"Oh....ok then. Let's go." I answer sweetly, with a smile and a nod.
His eyes and expression brighten up.
He looks excited, suprised and....nervous all of a sudden.
And a slightly 'Shy' shadow, lingers over his face.
He's probably excited to finally throw me onto a bed, without feeling like a rapist.
Well...what I'm gonna announce now, is probably gonna cut his happy spirit in half.
"But...you said we came here to spend the night, right? So...that's what we're gonna do. We're gonna spend the night. Sleeping."
If Kris had dog ears, then they'd be flopped downwards exactly like a sad dog right now. His expression of dissapointment, is perfect for that.
"Now, come on. Let's go get my bags. I've always wanted to sleep in an expensive bed! And a 5 star hotel! Thanks!!!"
I cheer on, like a happy 5-year-old, and give him a cute peck on the cheek, before opening the door to my side, and crawling outside, from under him.
I open up the back, and grab one of my bags, expecting Kris to come and get the other two.
But, he just sits in the van, staring at the floor, in a dazed-fashion.
I think I might've dissapointed him.
Big time.
I put my sunglasses on, and walk over to the open door.
I carefully drag him out, and he relactantly picks up the rest of the bags.
We both walk inside the beautiful building, and I get dazzled by all the gold and luxuriousness of it all.

Well, more like skip.
At least me.
Kris, is sort dragging his feet across the floor, like he's lost feeling in them.
I think he regretted paying so much money, and not getting what he intended for in the end.
Well...no one told you to book a 5 star hotel, right?
Oh, Kris...
You should've known me better.

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I wake up on a fluffy white double bed, with an equally fluffy, feather-filled mattress. And goose feather-filled pillows.
It feels as if I'm on a cloud.
It really does.
I feel peaceful and relaxed, staring up at the light golden-colored ceiling.
I would love to wake up like this everyday.

With my hair all messed up, shirtless, with only a pair of comfortable grey sweats on, lying in a fluffy cloud-like bed.
My smile isn't gonna leave from my face any time soon.
I could do this everyday.
Without a snoring and dismembered Kris next to me that is.
Seriously, his limbs are so all over the place, that he looks dismembered.
His red hair is all ruffled and in his face, and his head is five inches into the soft pillow.
I stare at him wondering how someone can sleep like that and survive.
On his stomach, with his face in a pillow.
How is he even breathing?
Well...at least he kept his promise.
We really did just sleep.
I had a shower, and then crawled up in the bed.
Kris stayed up to Skype the guys though, to settle some business stuff.
Those boys never sleep.
I have no idea what time he actually appeared next to me.
But, I woke up and found him here.
He's wearing a black t-shirt and some black sweats.
It adds a lot of contrast to his red hair.
It makes them stand out a lot more, than they already do.
I sit up, and give my shoulders and arms a good stretch, before yawning.
I look down at my body, and a question pops in my head :
Why am I shirtless?
Did I get hot in the middle of the night or something?
Well...I sometimes do that.
Take my shirt off in the middle of the night.
I'm a sort of sleep-walker, I guess.
But...I really shouldn't have taken it off.
I don't want Kris to see...
My secret of about 1 year.
I actually have a...

Tattoo.

On my right shoulder.
It's a beautiful red rose.

It symbolizes me and my sister.
Because her name means Beautiful, and my nickname is Red, we added it up and came up with a Beautiful, Red, Rose.
It means a lot to me, because I love my sister, and every time I look at it, I remember that we're family, and it makes my happy, and because it's the only tattoo that I'm ever gonna get, and it's the only one I have.
Yellow's father did it for me, last year, as a 16th birthday present.
It was the best present I've ever gotten.
But, one that I have to hide.
Because my parents would most definetely kill me.
My father and my mother are teachers, and they always warn their students about the dangers of tattoos, and if they found out that their very own son has one....
They'd be humiliated and appalled with me.
Only my sis, and my group know about it.
No one else.
Well...that is...
If I took of the shirt, after Kris fell asleep.
If I did before, then I'm screwed.
Not that I mind him knowing.
He has a tattoo too.

So, just like I don't mind, he probably won't either.
But, it's just...
The less people know...the better.
Oh, well.
I look at the clock.
It's 10:00 am...
And I'm supposed to be at YG today...
Great.
I frantically jump out of bed, and take my sweats off, replacing them with a pair of jeans, and put a new, aqua-colored shirt on, accompanied with a black cardigan.
I slip my boots on, and comb down my hair a little.
Then, I proceed to shake Kris awake, and throw his clothes at him.
He's more than startled by my actions, and gasps, breathing heavily from fear.
"Come on!! We're already late!! You gotta drive me to YG!!!" I tell him, while grabbing my bags and phone.
I continue to brush down my hair, while I hear Kris mumbling and groaning as he passes behind me, to go to the bathroom.
"I didn't even have any fun, and now he wants me to drive him around, too..."
I chuckle after I here the bathroom door's lock click.
He's such a grouch in the morning.
Always grumpy.
Oh well...

I'll live with it.

Notes

Sorry for the late update guys~ How's your life? Hope you have a great week~ And also, hope you enjoyed the development of the story, and Red & Kris's cuteness~ x3