There's No Changing Fate

(Ch.14)

-Fourteen-

Donghae lifted my chin up to get a better angle, but no matter what I did, he wouldn't let go. At times, I heard a faint sob as he pressed his lips to my cheek. Warm tear-tracks transferred from his cheeks to mine, and even though I wanted desperately to get away, I thought I'd give him this moment, especially since he wouldn't be getting anymore.

"I love you," He whispered breathless into my ear.

"Donghae, please stop. This isn't good for you."

He still wept as he used his forearms to lift me up and lay me down on the couch. Once he got me on my back, he hovered on top of me, not crying anymore, but his eyes told me that if I refused anything he was about to do, he'd fall apart instantly. Carefully, he lowered his head and claimed my lips again.

I knew this wasn't right. All the other members, including Hyukjae were in their rooms just feet away, but by the time it was, they were probably all sleeping. That helped me tons. Most of them were pretty sound sleepers anyway, so trying to wake them up through their partially sound-proof walls was near impossible.

I struggled as hard as I could, but Donghae's muscular upper-body trapped me underneath him, and I was unable to get away. He made the mistake of detaching our lips to get a taste of my neck, because once his lips separated from mine, I immediately called for Hyukjae.

Everything seemed in slow-motion. Donghae obviously heard my shout and a beast inside him suddenly growled, waiting to be let loose. He slammed our lips together again in a bruising kiss and all but ripped my shirt off, leaving me almost fully exposed to him.

It felt like it took Hyukjae five minutes to come out of his bedroom, but when I heard a door creak open and saw the strip of light reflecting on the wall to my side, I knew that no matter who it was, they'd help me. I thanked every religious being in the book that it was Hyukjae- someone who has at least seen me like this.

Donghae noticed how Hyukjae looked paler than usual and instantly got off me, leaving me feeling violated and broken.

Donghae seemed back to his normal self, while Hyukjae furrowed his eyebrows down and gritted his teeth hard. He went from pale white to fire red in a matter of seconds and sprinted across the room after his prey; Donghae.

Donghae didn't have enough time to react before he was pushed against the wall and lifted only by Hyukjae's wrist enclosing his neck and making him incapable of breathing. He choked behind Hyukjae's wrist, and right before he felt his prey was going to pass out, did he let go, watching sadistically as Donghae slid down the open wall clutching to his neck and savoring every breath he could get.

"Don't you ever fucking touch her again. You hear me?"

I tried to stand up, but my knees started to wobble, and I flopped back down on the couch. Hyukjae turned around and picked me up bridal-style before carrying me into his room. I noticed there were crescent marks on his arm from when Donghae struggled to get free and I winced. Hyukjae noticed, and pulled me into his chest, forcing me to listen to his heart, which was beating erratically.

I found myself unable to speak, but when I first spoke up, I only whispered the words, "Thank you."

Hyukjae didn't respond, and I wondered why, but when I felt the first drop on my bare shoulder, I understood completely.