𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̂𝒎𝒆 | 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒂

25

"Where are you going?" Before Sana could get out the house a clear and low voice asked her. The coldness and the sharp edge of the tone pierced through her skin as her breath hitched.

She turned her head towards it only to find her husband, hands inside his pockets, staring directly at Sana. Eyes giving her something she could never ask for. She couldn't help but to gulp nervously. "Just out." A mutter so close to being quiet.

Cold sweats started forming on her neck and forehead, knees already wobbly before Suho could ask, "Where?"

"With my friends." Sana's even surprise on how she can think of a lie that quick. She clutched on the hem of her shirt and wish for Suho to let her go and just be gone. The thought of him finding out about where she's heading to is almost scary to even imagine, what more if he actually knew?

There was a soft and light footsteps nearing her and before Sana could back away, the strong and manly cologne of him engulfed her senses that she think she could pass out quick. Dahyun's scent is better. Sana's surprise on how much time it took for her to compare both Suho and Dahyun and she's beginning to think that it's wrong.

The man caressed the back of her head and stroked her hair gently, Sana leaned on the touch as she flutter her eyes close, if this is the only way so she can get out of here already. "You're beginning to worry me, Hun." He mumbled but Sana heard it by their close proximity. She can feel his hot breath just in front of her face.

"Why?" She attempted to pull him in for a hug through his belt loop but Suho remained on his place unfazed. Sana opened her eyes only to see something unrecognizable in his eyes. She shivered, because anything unrecognizable at Suho is always a bad thing. Suho pulled her head back to show him some skin and he kissed the latters neck slowly but roughly. Sana groaned by the pain but couldn't do anything but to let him since she can't struggle out of his grip. Her hands rests on his firm arms as he bit unto Sana's flesh leaving an impossible-not-to-notice mark there. Sana almost cried with that.

Her lips parted by the action as she held firmly on his biceps almost crumpling the polo he was wearing. The skin he bit from is red and hurts so badly that Sana vould cry. She couldn't help but wonder if ever Dahyun acts this way too.

"Don't make me answer your questions." His eyes darkened with madness--telling her to be careful with her words or things will be bad for her.

Sana doesn't like it when Suho's like this, without care, without gentleness, without love. She hates it when he's like this because he's hurting Sana the most.

Sana wanted to touched the mark to try and rub it off her skin but she refrained from such thoughts and waited for Suho to do anything. She bit her lip to supress a shaky breath from going out. Suho can't know that she's scared. Can't know that her heart is beating so loud as if it wanted to be let out. With Dahyun, it was a great and scary feeling. But with Suho, it's never great.

However, even if she tried so hard to prevent Suho from letting know that she is indeed scared of him, Suho would know. He'll always will. Because it's already written in Sana's eyes, all the things she feels, and Sana's eyes doesn't tell lies.

The man leaned forward once again and Sana closed her eyes from anything he would do. There was a familiar calloused but once gentle hand resting on her nape and before she could open her eyes, Suho's lips touched hers but didn't move. And so Sana stood there, tensed enough that she could just run away. Cold, Anxious, Scared, Plain, and Emotionless...a contrast to her passionate and languid kiss with Dahyun. Sana suddenly missed her lips.

Gladly, after just a few seconds, Suho pushed himself away from Sana and pulled his hands back to put it inside his pocket. He threw her one last bone-chilling look and walked out in front of her. "Go back home before Dinner, I want us to eat together." She can hear his dry voice resonating inside the house even if he was out of her sight.