Safe Heaven

Chapter 2

She looks back once she gets into the car, still not believing that she had finally escaped that hell hole after 3 years. And the best part of this sweet escape was no one had been following them since the past hour she had been glancing back and forth from the passenger seat of Sehun's lavish car.

Oh Sehun chuckles from the side. "I think you can stop looking out for now." She only sunk into the seat deeper and fiddles with her fingers out of anxiety. Sehun sighed. "Where would you like me to drop you off?" Feeling rather sad, Sehun knew that this red haired would rather live with her family instead of living with him. It's probably weird for a cold blooded mafia like him to say this but, he was starting to get used of her soft kisses and melodious moans. She did not speak, but instead gazed out into the window, her thoughts too deep to be disturbed.

"But I don't have anyone to go to ..." Sehun hears the word he has been waiting her to say all night, although it was wrong but his heart jumped in excitement. "You don't?" He couldn't stop himself, so he asked out of curiosity.

After a deafening silence, she speaks up to say, "You saved me. I have no one else to go to. I belong to you now. I will ... serve you."

"You don't have to serve me for anything."

"But I have to in order to repay you."

"You don't owe me anything. What I did tonight was on my own will."

She bit her lips and sinks further into the cushion. It had been a long time since she's felt kindness from anyone. And this stranger pops out of nowhere and showers her with many, of course her heart would beat, wouldn't it?

"Stay with me." Sehun says and drums his fingers onto the steering wheel.

"But won't I be a hassle?"

"Never."

She looks at him with tender eyes and lifts her lips to form a small smile. "Thank you Mr ...?"

"Oh Sehun, and your name, darling?"

Her cheeks flushed red again. "Krystal."

With that, she falls asleep properly for the first time in years, on the passenger seat next to her stranger Oh Sehun.

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Krystal wakes up to a musky scent. Feeling a pair of arms around her waist, she starts to shake a little, afraid that her night had been spent with some random old perverted man raping the death out of her. Her lips quivered, so terrified to wake up the man next to her, terrified that he would ask for another round to fuck her. She obviously didn't wanted that. A groan filled her ears. "Babe, why are you shaking?" She sighed in relieve upon hearing Sehun's deep voice. He flips her over to his side, and cups her face in his hands. "What's wrong, Krystal? Hmm?" He asks with a worried look on.

Brushing his golden bangs from his eyes, Krystal just buries her head deeper into his chest. "Thank you so much." She utters, his chest vibrating due to her words. Sehun runs his fingers through her hair, understanding the pain of being a bitch at a whore house. "How many times have you been ...?" He leaves the question hanging, too afraid to scar off the girl in his arms.

She shakes her head and breaks off the contact with his warm skin to say, "Too many that I've lost count. Sometimes it's not only by one person, there would be two, three, and even a gang, and they would all leave without a care, without the slightest sympathy across their faces." Krystal whimpers, all the bad memories triggering her mind. Sehun pulls her in for a warm hug and says, "You're with me now. You'll never get harmed once you're with me. That, I can promise." And odd enough, she finds comfort to his words.

Picking her up in his arms, he carries her to the bathroom and place her in the bathtub. Bending down to her height he bumped foreheads with her and grins, "Take a good, long bubble bath until you feel clean enough. Just go through my closet for some clothes of mine that could fit you and if you missed me, I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast for us." With a playful wink, the shirtless boy walks out of the grand looking bathroom and shuts the door behind him, leaving the girl in the bathtub to sigh at his sweetness.

Peeling the black tight clothing off her body, she rubs her skin in the shower until it turned red. But Krystal knew no matter how hard she scrubs her skin, she'll never be clean again for Sehun. She understands that she'll forever be a scum in the society, and will never meet end of becoming close to being Sehun's ideal girl. Sinking onto the floor of the shower, she wonders what had she done so wrong in her past life to deserve this kind of treatment.