love bath|seochangbin

-fifteen-

An hour. It's been over an hour since ChangBin brought me here. Someone came in about twenty minutes ago, but they didn't come towards me. At least I didn't hear or see them come close. I heard the door open then it shut maybe five minutes later. I know there's a chance they're still in here. I've been as quiet as humanly possible. I stopped crying after the first half hour. No matter how terrified I am, I know ChangBin wouldn't let anything happen to me. He'd die before someone laid a finger on me.

I need to stop thinking. The more I think the more worried I get. He isn't back yet. Does that mean he did die trying to protect me? I didn't hear that many gunshots after he left. It doesn't mean they didn't use knives or something. ChangBin had a pretty fancy neochrome one attached to his thigh.

The moment the door opens I place my hand over my mouth to try and keep myself from making a panicked sound. If they get close enough, I'll have a break down. I'll start to tremble and I can't be sure I won't start crying again. I hope they stay away. I hope they just leave and not come back.

Footsteps. They inch closer and closer. They seem a little hesitant at first, but once a few shouts are heard from the main room—they grow in confidence. Tears start pouring down my face as I imagine every horrible scenario that could play out. The moment the curtain is tugged aside, I close my eyes tightly and turn away terrified.

"Hey—Baby—it's me. It's Binnie. It's okay. Stop crying. I'm here." ChangBin is quick to pull me into his arms. He holds me tightly as he runs his fingers through my hair.

Blood. I smell blood. He isn't hurt, right? He's okay—he has to be. He's here—so if he is hurt it can't be too terrible, right? I let my tears fall freely as I nuzzle my face in the crook of his neck. The feeling of his warmth—the smell of him—it's overwhelming and calming all at the same time. There's so much of him to take in, but I want all of it and more. I never want him to leave my side again. The fear of possibly losing him was too much for me to handle.

"Baby, breathe. You're going to make yourself sick. It's fine. We handled it. There's nothing to worry about. I promise." ChangBin whispers softly as he presses his lips to my temple.

"Blood—blood, Binnie." I manage to get the word out the moment my hand touches something wet and warm on his back.

"Hey—hey—calm down. It's alright. It's nothing. It's not that bad. I saw someone come toward the room so I got distracted—Chan saw someone coming at me and pushed me. I cut my back on one of the metal shelves." ChangBin is quick to inform me of what happened so I don't freak out even more.

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't need a stitch or two, but I'll live. I promise, Baby." ChangBin pulls back to take my face in his hands. He trails his thumbs over my cheeks to attempt to dry my tears. I sniffle and reach up to place my hands on top of his.

"Baby—you're going to get blood on your face." ChangBin is quick to try and move my hands. He takes them in his and tugs his shirt up over his head. He wipes my hands off on it before setting it on the ground and leaning in to press his lips to mine. It's quick and soft, but it's enough to help ease my racing thoughts a bit.

"Hey, Bin—we need your help. One of the shelves got knocked over and we can't get it back up." JiSung peeks his head in the room. He immediately looks away the moment he sees ChangBin's shirtless body.

"Never mind. You seem—busy." JiSung mumbles awkwardly.

"Yah—it's just my shirt. It's not like I have my ass out. She got blood on her and I was wiping it off." ChangBin snaps as he tosses a glare over at JiSung.

"Your ass might have been better." HyunJin states nonchalantly as he strolls into the room.

"You want to see it? I can show you my ass if it means you leave me the hell alone." ChangBin growls as HyunJin approaches us.