Looking around I noticed I was still in my house, in the living room.
I tried to get up but something was holding me, looking down at my tied hands and feet onto the chair.
What the fuck?
Trying to wiggle myself out but no use, I head foot steps walking towards me.
I looked up,
"So why are you so important to JuHyeon?"
"Why are in my home?" I ignored his question.
"Well you did leave it wide open for me to come in." He said
"But you didn't get an invitation." I snapped.
"It was an invitation to me." He smirked.
"Who the fuck are you?" I raised my voice.
He sat on the couch comfortably putting his hands behind his head, closing his eyes.
"Jota." He said simply.
Jota?
As in?
"quit messing with her." I heard a familiar voice coming towards us.
Looking towards that direction.
"JuHyeon?" I said underneath my breath.
"I wasn't messing with her. Just get this over with." He said wiggling himself to feel more comfortable.
"Why am I tied in my own home?" I questioned him sitting back on the chair.
"Well. *eh hem.*" he cleared his throat for Jota to leave,
"Fine fine, maktaku." He huffed.
(Maktaku=seesh)
Jota left the living room leaving me and JuHyeon alone.
"Again, why am I tied up in my own home?" I asked.
"Look, don't misunderstand-" he tried to say something.
"Don't misunderstand that I'm tied up in my own home with my BestFriend- wait. Let me rephrase that. With a stranger in my home." I said with no hesitation.
Looking into his eyes, it felt as if he wanted to say something but no words came out of his mouth.
"So if I may, untie me. And get the fuck out." I rolled my eyes.
"What happened when I left?" He said ignoring me.
Those words struck me,
I didn't want to say anything.
"You left. That's what happened." I said.
"What happened to you?" He asked.
"Untie me."
"__(Y/N)__." He said my name.
"Will you untie me?" I asked once again irritated with him.
He came up to me, untying the ropes,
I got up running my wrists that had bruises on them from being tied to the chair so hard.
"Now get out." I said pointing at the door.
"No." He sat down on the couch.
"Fine then. I will. Bye." I said and walked towards the door.
Walking out of my own home I walked pass Jota and another guy scanning the bathroom. God.
What a bunch of idiots.
I took one step out my front porch and already, JuHyeon grabbed my shoulders pushing me up against the wall outside.
"Will you fucking tell me!?" He yelled.
"Tell you what?!" I yelled back.
"Tell me what happened to you!" He shouted.
"You want me to tell you That when you left I've been living in hell without you?!" I pushed him off me.
"You want me to give you the exact details of when you left?! I was tortured! I was beaten every goddam day!-" I choked on my words due to the tears escaping my eyes.
He stood there staring at me.
"I was raped!" I screamed ,
The words that came out of my mouth.
The words I never thought I would have to say.
"And not once, did you ever ask me. If I was doing okay. Until now." I sniffed looking up at him as another tear escaped my eyes.
He was about to say something when a figure came blocking my way.
"My friend here, she's crying. And you seem not to be doing anything about it. So we'll be on our way now." He said.
That voice.
He grabbed my hand pulling me across the front lawn out of wherever we were going.
I looked up to meet his face,
"Chen..?"
"Kaja.. Let's not talk now." He said as we stopped in the middle of the side walk.
Comfort.
That's what I need right now.
And that's what I've been needing.
Is it?
Everything is like a complete blank.
My tears started forming as I stood there with chen holding onto my wrist.
"Mianhae.." My voice cracked .
"Mianhae Mianhae Mianhae Mianhae!" I repeated and fell on my knees to the cemented floor.
Why was I sorry?
Maybe because I never meant for him to hear those words.
I never meant for anyone to hear those words.
"Mianhae.." My voice went quiet.
I sobbed silently covering my mouth with my other hand.
Chen bent down to my level, and hugged me.
Everything felt,
Warm.
Almost as if,
If I could trust someone again..
"Cry." He said simply as he held my head against his chest.
Those words felt comanding,
But it had happened.
I cried and cried tugging onto his shirt,
He stroked my hair holding me close to him.
I felt safe.
And it felt, good..
