Bad Blood || K. Jongin

07| Pampered

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(Lyra)

"Here."

My eyes snap open at the feeling of delicate hands brushing along my shoulders.

All that covers my body is thin black lingerie. I cross my legs together subconsciously, as my pony tail is pulled roughly from my hair.

Even if I'm uncomfortable with my clothing, that is probably the least of my problems.

What really makes me uneasy is the two women that are accompanying me. God knows how long they have been trapped here.

"You have such beautiful hair." The makeup artist compliments in Korean, but I can  feel the fear her voice holds.

"Kamsahamnida." (Thank you) I reply quietly, allowing her to lift my head so she can begin to cover my blemishes.

"Now close your eyes please." The woman says softly as she begins to apply eyeliner. They too, wear a loose, see-through shawl with white poms at the end.

I begin to fidget nervously with the thin fabric that was draped over my shoulders. I shiver, not that it is cold but that I am incredibly scared of what they are putting makeup on me for.

All three of us are wearing the same outfits.

I open my eyes slightly as I feel the second woman begin to brush my hair. She does it fast, but gently.

My head jerks slightly as she ties half of my hair into a bun. Then I pucker my lips, letting the younger girl apply a light shade of pink to them.

"Josimhae!"(Be careful) The older one whines, pulling the lipstick back so she doesn't make a mistake.

The girl laughs through her nose and continues to carefully tie my hair.

After that, we sit in comfortable silence. All of us know what is coming, but just the company of these two girls help me feel like I am not completely alone.

I enjoy the moment as long as I can. Until my comfort is snatched away once again.

I open my eyes and stare into the mirror. The bruises that had covered my face seemed erased, and the scratch on my jawline is now covered with expensive foundation.

I touch my face hesitantly, actually noting that I look pretty, but I smile sadly at the thought. I wish I could have felt this way under different circumstances.

Now I must face reality.

I stand up from the chair, letting the two women to lead me towards the door. Both of them have blank expressions.

They must know what's going to happen next. And judging by their actions, it isn't going to be good.

I swallow hard, listening down the hall for the footsteps coming closer and closer.

"Da jal dwel keo ya." (Everything is going to be okay) the older women whispers, giving me a weak smile. Even if it's small, I feel a little pang of hope.

Even if she's sending me away into the hands of Sunghoon, I appreciate her kindness.

I take her hand and squeeze it. Without words, it is a sign of gratitude-letting her know that I am in fact, going to be okay.

I am going to be okay.

Then, she lets go. And I meet the gaze of the man I despise deeply inside. This man is going to make my life a living hell.