Beomgyu's pov
"You're mine Beomgyu. It'll be easier for you if you'll accept that fact."
"Over my dead body..." I grunted as I kept pulling myself up from the bed I'm being pressed over with.
"Hihi... you really wanna be with me that bad huh?"
I tried to dodge her stinky lips but she still managed to land a playful smack over my left cheek as she rubbed her lower body over my jeans, specifically the crotch area.
"Marry me and I shall grant your wish My Love..." She whispered over my ear then licked it.
I had goosebumps from the insanity of her offer alone. How come she insists such a thing when it's almost impossible even if we were actually dating?
"Let me go!" I snapped. I'm still trying to figure out how I fell into her trap and ended up locked in this small room where no one else could hear my voice no matter how hard I yelled and how to escape this mess but I can't take it anymore.
"Why should I?" She giggled. "Beomgyu, if you haven't noticed, you ain't in the position to demand me such thing." Her wide smile crooked and her face darkened. "Remember, we are still fated whether you're alive or dead."
To be continued...