LOST

Chapter 7

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence/mention of kidnapping/foul language/Light Smut (Future chapter)

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Wiping the sweat from her brow, Ji-Yeon let out a sigh. The sun beat down on her covering her in a blanket of heat. She had tied her hair back so that it wasn't clinging to her neck, but she could still feel the sensation of it. She had been busy since Wonho had woken her up at dawn. She cursed under her breath as she carried a tub full of scraps to an empty shelf inside. As she set it down, her arms dropped to her side like noodles. She wasn't sure if she could handle another tub full like that.

In the background, she could hear Wonho's rhythmic beats of his mallet. She leaned against a shelf hidden from his line of sight. His body glistened under the hazy glow from the windows, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but his bare arms. She could see why he never wore a shirt while working. From where she stood, she could see him smirk as he swung.

Her body felt hotter while standing in place. And no matter how hard she tried to move, her feet refused. It was like the ground had folded around them, trapping her in place. Not that she minded. She did have a really great view.

She couldn't help but think of what might be running through his mind. After he had woken her up, he hadn't said much to her other than what he needed her to do. His quietness made her feel anxious and worried. Had she annoyed him? If so, when? Taking a breath she turned and continued with what she was doing.

Time passed slowly, as she paced back and forth. Carrying tubs, she would place it beside another one and go back for another. She was surprised at how much scraps Wonho had. A small portion of the backyard was full of it. As she reached for another tub, she froze. The rhythmic beats from the mallet to the metal had stopped. Instead, she could hear whispers. They were hard to make out at first, so she snuck closer to see Wonho speaking with Lady Ahri.

She smiled at him and placed her fingers on Wonho's chest. Ji-Yeon felt an unfamiliar feeling creep up on her. Anger mixed with jealousy fought their way into Ji-Yeon's heart. She watched as Ahri gazed into his eyes with kindness as she spoke softly with him. She couldn't read the room well enough to get any idea what they were talking about. As she stood watching helplessly her body began to tremble and her blood began to boil. Realizing what was going on, Ji-Yeon turned and rushed back outside.

She took short breaths, hoping it would help. She didn't understand what was happening within her. There was no reason for her to be feeling like this. No reason for her to be feeling jealous of the way she touched him. The way she looked at him. The way she smiled at him. Ji-Yeon found a large boulder a few feet away from the shop and sat with her back facing it.

"You're going to be married soon," She told herself, "Ren will come for you soon. And you'll be out of this hell soon."

No matter how many times she would tell herself that. She never fully believed them. Her words felt forced and empty. Why? She was happy with Ren. She loved him. Or at least she thought she had. Placing her hands over her face she let out a sigh. Just what was it that drew her to Wonho? She shook her head. How could she even be thinking of another man, when her fiancé was back home probably worried sick?

Her heart ached within her chest. She tried to remind herself of Ren. Of all of the memories, they had shared. Which would only be a handful, now that she was thinking about it. Ren was always on the wall, watching, waiting for something to happen. Her father had made sure that they were always watched when they would go on their dates. Which was only once or twice a week. Sometimes it would only be once a month.