Fan Service [Yunho]

9

Pain. All I felt was pain.

My body was heavy, every inch of me screaming in agony...except my voice which I'd lost the ability to use. I couldn't move, I couldn't gather enough strength to even open my eyes. All I could do was breathe...if I could even call it that, since each breath felt like it was slicing through my chest like a knife.

But there was something in the distance keeping me awake...voices, too many voices for this house.

"Charlie..." he called, and I knew it was Yunho's voice, distant but full of desperation. I wanted to answer him, wanted to tell him that I was right here, that I was alive. But I couldn't. My body wouldn't listen.

I was vaguely aware of other voices, too. Angry and distorted ones. My mother. My father. "Did she tell him where we live? He'll call the fucking police!" Her voice rang out, sharp and accusatory. It made everything worse, made me wince as if her voice were a weapon.

I tried to move, tried to get away, but I couldn't. My hands were still tied. My wrists were bound and burned, the ropes digging into my skin. I felt cold too...so cold, like ice had settled into my bones.

My father stepped on my hand, and it felt like every bone was crushed as he rushed towards the window to leave. My mother followed him just as the wooden door creaked from the numerous efforts to open it on the other side. So much effort to break it down...just for me...

The air was thick, but there was suddenly a faintly familiar scent...baby powder. It was soft and comforting, that I blacked in and out of consciousness.

Yunho, my brain whispered, softly at first...and then it screamed it desperately.

Everything was fuzzy, spinning in and out of my mind, and I had no idea how much time had passed. "Dmitri! Help me!" Yunho shouted.

"Oh god," Dmitri gasped when he saw my disfigured body at the bottom of the stairs.

"I've got her, you go find her wallet and things she may need. Make sure you get something of her brother's, okay?" Yunho instructed him, and I listened as Dmitri headed up the stairs, announcing that he was a cop to scare off my parents he thought were still here. I knew they were gone...and I knew he'd find the bag by the window. Maybe he'd realize how close I got to leaving again...or maybe he'd think I was weak for not making it.

"I'm so sorry Charlie, but I have to touch you to help you, okay?" Yunho explained. I felt his fingers on my wrists first, pulling the ropes loose. I winced, the sharp tug on the knots making my head swim, but I couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop anything.

Once the ropes fell away, I was free...at least, my hands were. But my body was still trapped in pain and breaks and dislocations that I wasn't ready to deal with. I felt Yunho move, felt the shift in the air as he leaned over me. His hands were slow to hold me...and he did so with the lightest touch before he was able to lift me. Being touched like this felt so different...