Like

Kyungsoo likes her. He likes her a lot in fact. He likes lots of little things about her. He likes her short hair and the way it leaves her neck exposed. He likes to see her eyes grow wide and her lips turn round when she gets surprised by his presence. He likes it when she squirms as he gets closer, when she wants to say no but says yes anyway and when her cheeks turn an angry red. But most of all, he likes to see her run. He likes to see her run from him, knowing she can't escape and he can catch up to her each time. So he plays a little game with her every now and then.
"Go, you're free," he tells her the first time. She snaps her head up to the sound of his voice, her unseeing eyes lighting up as she scrambles to her feet. He decides he likes that look too. She takes a few steps forward before the shackles at her left foot become taut and she falls to the floor again.
"Such desperation," taunts Kyungsoo, while kneeling and unlocking her foot. Then lifting her chin to look at her face, he whispers, "but if I catch up to you after ten minutes, you're still mine." He pauses for a while before touching his lips to her ears and uttering, "run."
She shivers, throwing off his hand and scrambling to her feet again. She misjudges the doorframe and bashes into it. For a few seconds she hears a faint buzz in her ears before she takes a step outside her cell and bolts off into her darkness.
Of course it ends when, at the end of ten minutes, she hears, "hello" right behind her in the velvety tones that fill her with horror and dread. He wraps his hands around her waist and kisses the skin on her shoulders, a hint of cologne assaulting her nostrils. She stiffens. He laughs softly and leads her back by her hand. Her resolve shatters a little when she hears the click of the cuffs around her ankle and feels the cold metal touch her skin again.
So when for the nth time when he leans really close, lips grazing her skin lightly, sending jolts through her frame, and whispers, "run," she learns not to waste a moment, and bolts off, ignoring the rawness of her ankles as they burn, begging her to stop.
She stumbles through the first corridor, reaching to the end and feeling around for the door knob, shoving the door open roughly when she finds it.
"Nine more minutes...."
She counts in her mind. The room is familiar, she's been through her a few times before, so she carefully avoids the bed and then miscalculates. The side table stands in her way and she knocks it over, sending a China flower vase crashing to the floor with her. The sound twists her heart with fear and the fragments stick to her skin, leaving smarting scratches all over her arms. She feels a sharp sting on her cheek before she can raise herself, and then something warm trickling down.
"Shit."
She curses, having lost count of the seconds. She lifts herself up and then falters. How much more time left for her? Which way was the other door? She reaches out trembling fingers to the wall, feeling along it, hoping to chance upon the door. The paint feels cool and smooth beneath her fingers. The minutes tick by. She feels tears burning the cut on her cheek. The roughness of wood  appears beneath her touch. She fumbles  around for the lock, turning it with shaking fingers as she manages to get it open. Then, she tears through the darkness, ignoring the pain from crashing into everything in her way. Smashing into a solid wall stops her finally; reeling from the pain, as her legs give way and the blood pounds in her ears. She drags herself across the floor,  the throbbing in her temple increases with every passing second, becoming harder to ignore. Blood from her cheek trickles down to her lips.
"Not today.... Not..... today.... please not...."
There's a door by her side. Was this it...? She pushes against it. What if it was the one? It refuses to budge. She tries again, then again, and yet again, resorting to pounding and clawing at it furiously.
"Open dammit!!! Open! Open! Open!!!! Open please...."
She screams, letting out choked sobs. She tries to run in another direction, tripping over the edge of a carpet and falling straight into his arms. His tapering fingers close around her back.
"Still mine then?" She lets out a strangled sound before bursting into tears. "Did you hurt yourself again?" He brushes a finger across her cheek. She flinches from the pain and under the cold touch, curling her toes inwards but allows him to carry her, to his room this time, as someone dresses her cheek and arms and leaves.
"Does it hurt?" His voice hovers above her and she feels him tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"No..."
"Liar," he snorts and lifts her chin up. He pauses for a second, looking into her blank eyes, before pressing his lips down against hers. She tastes a little of blood, and salty tears and mostly of herself, he realizes as he wraps his arms around her waist. There's no way he would admit to her that he ended the chase a minute short. She lets out an almost inaudible whimper as he bites her lower lip. He had to end it. She clings onto his forearms for support as he presses harder against her lips and she begins to fall backwards. He had to end it because she had made it to within ten feet of the entrance. Her back hits the bed. No he couldn't let her leave. After all he liked her didn't he.
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A/N: As usual I'm not sure what the hell happened but Kyungsoo did and well..... yeah.... *goes into hiding for the rest of life*