LOST

Chapter 6

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence/mention ofkidnapping/foul language/Light Smut (Future chapter)/ Touching without consent (Honestly not even sure how to word this. It only happens in this chapter, and it's only touching nothing more)
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Ji-Yeon watched carefully as Wonho leaned toward her and placed the flower back. Her face felt hot with the heat coming from his body. She tried her best to remain still, to remain calm. However, her heart screamed at her to do something, move closer to him. She took a breath and waited until he moved again. It was almost like he was teasing her. She wanted him to move, to place the flower back quickly and step away from her. His musky smell filled her senses. She felt like she was going to explode. She took a step to the right, ducked around him and darted for the outside.

The cool air rushed toward her as she stood bent over with her arms on her thighs. She took several long breaths in hopes it would calm her down. It did, only for a moment. As she leaned forward, she couldn't help but feel nauseous. The feeling crept up slowly inside her. If Ren knew about this, he would hate her for the rest of her life. He'd call off the wedding and never speak to her again. But was it really all that bad? She shook her head. She needed water or a seat, or someplace quiet. All three were preferred.

Her knees felt weak, and she soon got one of her wishes. She fell to the ground, her knees hit hard sending a sharp pain through her. She had reached her limit with everything. With this place, with Wonho and his "charm" if you could call it that, with the lack of answers Ahri had, everything. She positioned herself comfortably on the ground, brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She buried her head in her knees and closed her eyes. The sound of the gentle breeze that past quieted the world around her.

"Here,"

Lifting her head, she noticed Wonho crouched down beside her with a glass of water in his hands. She blinked at him in confusion. She reached for the glass carefully, her hands shook as she did. The glass felt heavy in her hands, or maybe her body was just exhausted from all of the emotional events of the day. She sipped slowly, unsure if she should trust it or him. The water was ice cold and refreshing. As soon as it rushed past her lips, she couldn't stop. Her thirst for more grew the more she tilted the glass. She let out a breath after she finished. Turning to thank him, she found herself alone again.

When she rose, her legs felt numb and wobbly. Still, she forced herself up. She needed more water for one thing. And wanted to see him and apologize for running off like that. As she walked slowly back in, she used the shelves as braces. The walk-in took longer than she ever expected. Why was her body acting this way?

Finally making it farther in, she noticed Wonho and taken a seat at the table and was looking over a long sheet of paper. Her curiosity grew and beckoned her to move forward. As she reached the last shelf, she let out a breath. There was nothing more for her to hold onto. Swallowing her nerves, she stepped away from the shelf. Her legs wobbled underneath her, making it hard for her to walk straight. She prayed he wouldn't notice her.

Suddenly the ground rose to her face. Almost. It blurred just before she hit. Turning her head she looked to see Wonho holding her. It was exactly what she didn't want to happen. Now he was probably more annoyed with her than ever. She might as well face it, he would only ever see her as annoying and want nothing more to do with her. When she met his gaze, her heart melted. His gaze was soft and warm. Nothing like it had been before. Why?

"Are you all right?" He asked.

"I'm not sure," She said. She couldn't even lie to him and tell him she was fine.