A mysterious idol who doesn't sign or give autographs to his fans...

But one particular guy is on his way to change it all.........

He stared at me with a sinister smile playing on his lips.

I didn't think that he would be so scary but he was. He had a cold aura circulating around him that made him look like a dangerous person you would never want to encounter. He was like some evil knight, plotting to make the next attack with his bloody sword.

"I'm sure that you love this girl so so much," his sudden teasing words pulled me out of my train of thoughts.

I nodded confusedly, not understanding what he actually meant.

"Um...of course. She's my best friend so she is very important to me, " I said while looking blankly at my shoes. That's right...just gazing emptily at my shoes would divert my attention from this devilish man standing right in front of me.

"Oh, she's just your best friend? I thought she was your girlfriend," he moved his face closer to mine and whispered.

His face was so close that I could even feel him breathe against my cheek.

"Too close!" I backed away, but not without noticing it: he had grey eyes. They were a beautiful stormy grey.

Underneath the dim light, they looked like the silver moonlight reflecting off a dark lake. Very eerie yet angelic in a frightening way.

Maybe they were coloured contact lenses. Oh well, who cares! I don't! Why was I thinking of unimportant things when instead, I should be planning my escape! I badly wanted to get out of here. Coming to this place was the worst decision I have ever made in my entire life.

Why did she force me to come here? This is all her fault. And why did she make me take this stupid autograph?! If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be in this mess...

"Very well then," weird-eyed idol dude brought me back from my mental thoughts.

"You'll sign this! Really?! You saved me!" I instinctively gave him a smile. Maybe I shouldn't have been so over-excited. Cas if there's one thing I've learnt after being with this guy for the past few minutes, it's that he has a dangerous and perverted brain.

"Not a big deal," he said while giving me a wink. As I said, he was very dangerous to be alone with. And me being so weak wasn't a good thing. My survival skills with weird strangers was 0.000 % The only option I had was to pray for my guardian angel to save me.

I took a deep breath and shakily handed him the book.

"I understand that you did this for your best friend but..."

I tried to read his expression but I couldn't get any clue of what he was thinking.

"You have to kiss me."

"What!?!," I exclaimed. He was probably teasing me or maybe he was performing his fanservice charms in front of me.

"You're just joking right?" I asked nervously. Yup, that's right. It definitely was some lame joke and I was just dumbly overreacting.

But then, he suddenly walked up to me with quick strides, thus destroying the good perceptions I had. His hands grabbed my waist furiously as he pulled me towards him, slamming our chests against each other so hard that it sent a jolt of panic all over my body.

His wild eyes stared intensely at my face while his thumb caressed my lips softly.

"I'm serious," he said sadistically.

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*Lee Rowoon*

Age: 25

Height: 6'3

*He is an idol singer who is famous for his cold visuals and his model-like proportions.

He is also known as 'The Country's Superstar' because of his fame and he is also nicknamed 'The Ice Prince' because of his cold-hearted nature.

He's half Chinese and half Korean.

Physical appearance: Has a stylish mullet hairstyle.

Has tattoos all over his body.

His charming points are his height, strong abs, and muscles.

Has a tattoo of a butterfly behind his neck.

Often wears grey contact lenses.

**Although he is the son of a CEO and hails from an elite bloodline, his family actually runs the biggest mafia in all of Seoul. So Rowoon himself is a part of the dark world of mafia rulers.

*Bae Yunseo*

Age: 20

Height: 5'7

* He is a college student who is well known for working hard and being very kind.

He never breaks rules and always tries to be good.

His favourite subject is Literature and he is a classical poet himself.

Physical appearance: Has peach coloured hair that often appears as a bright honey brown colour and a pretty pink. ( His friends think that his hair changes colour with his moods.)

Very pale and has a slender body.

Has a beautiful face with very delicate features.

His charming points are his doe eyes and his pink cupid bow lips.

** Cries easily and is a very sensitive person.

He loves the season of Spring and he loves puppies.

"Where the heck are you!?!" Jisoo literally screamed over the phone. My ears were starting to throb with pain so I took the phone away from my innocent ears."Are you even listening to me?!" there she goes again with her constant nagging. Get a grip girl!

"Oh sorry...um I decided to take a walk in the park. It's the cherry blossom season after all," I said as calmly as I could.

"No! Not again! I specifically asked you to meet us at the cafe! I bought us tickets for Rowoon's solo concert and I wanted to talk through things in order."

"Jisoo, just leave me out okay? Who is this Rowoon anyway? I don't care! I hate concerts and I hate large crowds. You know me so well, so then why did you have to drag me into this useless sojourn? I'm not coming that's it!" I couldn't contain my anger anymore, so I argued nonstop, not caring if the passers-by thought that I was some lunatic.

"Oh no, you are coming mister! I will drag your body with my own two hands if I have to. You do not want to mess with me. If you are not by the cafe in exactly 20 minutes you will face my wrath tomorrow," Jisoo was getting angrier with each passing minute. To be honest, maybe I was afraid of her sometimes.

"You do know that we have classes tomorrow right? And the fact that we study in different departments. I will just stay away from you and in the end, I will be safe," I explained with a happy smile.

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"By the way, are you mental? What's wrong with you?! All this temper because of some idol? You're like a crazy fangirl. What happened to you?! Maybe you should stay away from this guy...what was his name again? I don't care. Just stop thinking about some idol and just concentrate on something else. Or else your brain will rot," people walking by gave me weird glances. A bunch of teenage girls even glared at me. Maybe they were madly obsessed fangirls too.

I ignored their stupid glares and waited for Jisoo's response.

"His name is Rowoon! And he does not make my brain rot! How dare you! You're just jealous. He's famous, so handsome, has sexy tattoos, is rich, and is the son of a CEO!" ah! my ears! This girl is so unpredictable.

"I haven't even seen him. And I seriously do not want to. I'm not going to this concert and that's final!"

"You know what? You'll fall for him too once you see him on stage..." and that's it. I hung up. I turned off my phone to ignore all the incoming calls from my best friend. Though I did love her very much she did act very weird at times like this.

I took a deep breath and continued to walk under the shade of the peach blossom trees. I decided to drown myself in the beauty of Spring rather than thinking of a pointless argument. I wanted my mind to be free of all problems and be one with nature.

The air smelled so sweet and so lovely. The warm breeze whistled past my hair, making some flower petals fall onto my head and shoulders. I simply looked up at the colorful trees and smiled to myself. Seeing the light pass through the iridescent flower branches was the most beautiful view.

I stopped under a bunch of peach blossom trees and held up my palm, waiting for flower petals to fall onto it. I was grinning like a little child who looks up at snowflakes with wonder.

After standing silently for a few minutes with my palm filled with flower petals, I noticed a pair of eyes staring at me. It was an intense stare that made me panic unnecessarily and it even made my smile vanish away.

I turned my head and looked to my right: the direction where the heated gaze was coming from.

That's when I saw him...a tall stranger dressed up all in black. He was standing a few feet away from me, staring at me blankly. Dressed in a long black trench coat with black leather pants and boots, he looked like a character who has jumped straight out of a fantasy anime.

In just a split second, all my attention drifted towards him. I completely forgot about the pretty cherry blossoms. Instead, here I was, fascinated by the mere existence of the enigmatic stranger standing in front of me.

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