A high pitch screech shattered through my murky dreams and flung me into the conscious world.

I sat up with a gasp. The world swooped around me. For a split moment my mind reeled, trying to understand why I wasn't in my normal bedroom. Then I remembered: I'd just moved in with a designated alien under Order #327.

Speaking of the Outworlder...

My head snapped to the side and stared across the room where the source of the indignant screeching came from.

My eyes met narrowed, furious dark ones across the room. The screeching stopped.

Then the laughing began. My laughter.

I almost fell off the bed, cackling with euphoric delight.

"What have you done to me?!" Jimin roared with fury. "I can't move!" His silver Marks blazed in the early sunlight filtering between the curtains of the bedroom.

My stomach ached from laughing so hard and it took me a couple moments to get up. I grabbed twelve bottles of the wonder liquid I'd used on him last night and held them up for his stuck head to see.

"YOU SUPERGLUED ME TO MY BED?!"

I collapsed as another wave of laughter wracked my body.

Everything was just too funny. From the way Jimin's body was flat splat and glued frozen onto the mattress to the incredulous enmity scrawled all over his face.

I finally caught my breath and skipped across the wide expanse of the floor to him. I boldly sprang onto his bed and gloated down at him. "How do you like me now?"

The fury slowly died from Jimin's eyes and he exhaled. "Clever. Very clever partner."

I folded my arms. I needed to gloat just a little longer. "I win this round."

He wriggled around but the superglue held. I didn't waste twelve bottles for nothing. "Fine. Yes you did. Now how are you going to get me out?"

My smile dropped.

He gaped at me. "You superglued me without thinking how you were going to unstick me?"

"I mean, it kinda crossed my mind?" I rubbed the back of my neck.

"And?"

"I decided I'd worry about it later after I triumphed over you."

Jimin's eyes fluttered close. "I obviously underestimated your competitive spirit." When I didn't move his eyes snapped open. "Well what are you waiting for? Help me!"

"Y-you can't morph and escape?"

"I did try morphing," he said darkly. "That's when I began shrieking. This stuff hurts."

"Awww, poor baby." I dared to pat his cheek. His skin was like satin. No wonder drunk me had so much fun touching it. "Do you have sensitive skin, little baby?"

He smiled sweetly though his eyes darkened. "Every additional unnecessary second I'm stuck here means a more worse retribution for the next round when I free myself, partner. Trust me when I say a spider should be the least of your worries."

I gulped at that. "Alright alright, I'm going," I mumbled, scrambling off his bed. I paused at the doorway of the bedroom and glanced over my shoulder.

Jimin was staring up at the ceiling, limbs spread out awkwardly in the position when the glue had hardened. I couldn't help it. I quickly bounded over to the nightstand beside my bed and snatched my phone.

I zipped over and snapped three quick photos.

"YAH!" Jimin yelled. "Seriously Jiyeon this stuff is starting to hurt. So do me a favor: scoot that cute butt of yours and get me out."

I shoved the phone in my pajama pockets before exiting the bedroom. I wracked my mind, trying to remember what you used to remove superglue.

Warm water. I needed warm water.

I skittered into the kitchen and found a large mixing bowl in the cabinets. I filled it to the top with warm water and then grabbed both a towel and sponge before making my way back upstairs carefully without spilling.

Jimin looked relieved when I showed up. Was it just me or was he turning slightly pale? "About time," he muttered.

I carefully sat back down on the edge of the bed. I dipped the sponge in the water while balancing the bowl in my lap. "Where do you want me to start?"

"My arm," he said tersely. There was definitely a strain in his voice now. "That's where it hurts most. My upper arm."

I followed his pointed gaze to his left bicep that was cemented with dried superglue. Dried glue webbed his arms. I reached to peel it off.

"Don't," Jimin gasped, eyes wide. "Don't rip it off. It hurts."

I stared at him. What on earth? Was I the only one who enjoyed peeling dried glue off my fingers when I was younger? There was something so satisfying about it. It certainly never hurt though.

Nevertheless I abided and proceeded to soak his pinned bicep on the mattress. It was intriguing to watch the rivulets of water from the sponge run down the tiny valleys between the firm ridge of bicep muscles.

I briefly wondered what this guy's work out routine was. Maybe I could learn a few tips and tone my own flabby arms a bit.

As the water began to work its way to turn the crusted glue into goop Jimin began wriggling his arm eagerly. A hiss of pain escaped him but it only seemed to on his movements more frantically.

What the heck? Was it really that painful?

I continued sliding the sponge over his biceps and arm, sometimes following the silver Marks webbed across his skin.

It was the first time I'd really gotten such a close look at the Marks. Beneath the soft glowing I could see that the skin of the Marks was actually thin, almost translucent, membrane.

Finally the glue was goopy enough. In one swift gesture, muscles bunching and rippling, he ripped his arm free, breathless. A little exhale of relief escaped him. I ran the clean cloth over his arm gently to wipe off the remnants of sticky glue-water.

I stopped.

"What?" Jimin frowned, noticing my expression. "Please don't tell me you're planning to lick my arm now."

I didn't have it in me to react though.

I was too busy staring at the silver lines on the back of his biceps where the glue had cemented the most. The main part of Jimin's skin was fine.

But the skin lining one section of intersecting silver channels was brilliantly scarlet. Red tears trickled down his skin; his very Marks bleeding.

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