The Angel's Lover (Super Junior: Leeteuk)

*Secrets

~ Third Person P.O.V~

Jinmee awoke to her room being lit up by the orange glow of the sun rising.

She sat up from her spot on the floor and immediately regretted not crawling into bed last night. Her body ached not only because of the place where she'd slept, but also because of the damage Ruki had done, bruised of all shades, shapes, and sizes marring her previously clear and pale skin.

Hissing from the pain, Jinmee stood up and limped her way to the bathroom. She flicked on the light and couldn't hold back the grimace from taking over her facial expression when she saw her reflection.

There was a giant bruise on her left cheek, no thanks to Ruki's palm, that tainted her appearance. On her other cheek was a smaller, but still very noticeable, bruise from where he'd continued to inflict his rage onto her skin.

She sighed and opened up the concealer Ruki gave her and began applying it to her face before adding it to the parts of her arms that had bruised from his vice-like grip.

When she was done with the short task, she closed the bottle and sank to the floor, holding back the tears threatening to fall out of her eyes. In the end, the emotions won the battle as the imaginary dam holding back the salt water broke.

She couldn't tell anyone about this, not even her own brother. Jinmee had faced his anger and disappointment before and she didn't want to repeat history. All those years ago, when she'd come home battered, bruised, and with a child inside of her, he'd shown her the face and actions of someone who was truly let down. She remembers how he'd distanced himself during that time and didn't want to go through the pain of being alone again.

Ryeowook wasn't the only reason Jinmee couldn't spill the beans.

It was a rule, an unwritten rule created by Ruki, that forbid her from speaking a word about the happenings between the two whether verbal or physical, the only exception to this rule being the time she thought she had gotten away. If Jinmee were to even spare the smallest of hints about what was going on, she's not sure if she could survive the rampaging fit Ruki would have. There was only so much she could take.

Heaving a deep, depressed sigh, she stood up from her spot. Her ruined make-up was redone quickly before she made her way back into her bedroom. Jinmee's body ached as she face-planted into the comfort of her bed, but she didn't care. It was much better than the floor despite the pain still coursing throughout her being.

The short moment of peace was ruined almost as soon as it had started when the sound of the doorbell being rung in a familiar obnoxious pattern interrupted the silence.

With fear running through her veins, she rose from her spot, her body protesting the function. She slowly made her way to the door, pausing to take a deep breath before unlocking it and swinging it open.

On the other side was an annoyed Ruki holding a bag full of whatever he'd brought with him. He dropped said bag onto the ground next to her feet and made his way into the apartment after shedding his footwear.

"I'm sure you know what that's for. So far, it looks like you haven't lost your skill. Keep up the good work," he said, making himself comfortable on the sofa in the living room.

Jinmee resisted the urge to roll her eyes and slowly picked up the bag. Inside were numerous plain long-sleeved shirts, which looked much too big to be her size, and a few pairs of extremely baggy sweatpants. She scowled at the clothes she was all too familiar with and quietly thanked him.

Trying to blend into the background, she silently trudged back to her room. She was almost within the safety of its four walls when his voice called her back.