LOST

Chapter 11

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Violence/mention of kidnapping/foul language/Light Smut 
A/n: I'm not very good at writing smut, so I apologize if this sucks
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Ji-Yeon lingered outside for a while. Her mind was torn between going back inside or going back to Luna's. Taking a breath, she took her chances and headed back to the shop. It still surprised her how different the shop looked when the moon was out. The room was black with small specs of blue light dancing off the metal shelves, as well as the metal support beams. She walked quietly through the storage area and glanced over at his workstation. Everything was left untouched. She didn't blame him, for not working, after all, she did blow up at him earlier.

She let out a breath. She wanted to apologize for her words and the way she had stormed off. Even if he didn't listen, at least she would feel better. Sure it was selfish, but what else could she do? As far as she knew, Wonho still thought of her as a nuisance. Another breath escaped passed her lips. Why did she even care what he felt, she was engaged. Well, she wouldn't be after this. She'd be thankful to be alive after this.

She wandered out to the back and looked around at the empty and dried out grass. There was still no sign of him. Did he go out and look for her after all? She shook her head, he was probably out sulking somewhere or had gone to take his vengeance out on Vincent. Her mind jolted to life with that thought. She quickly ran back into the shop and headed for the exit. She prayed she would find him before something else happened.

However, as she reached the front entrance, she came to a sudden halt. Her heart leaped to her throat when she saw him. Wonho stood, covered in a fine white dust, with a scowl on his face. His hair clung to his forehead with beads of sweat dripping from their ends. Her eyes widened when she saw the cut along his cheek and a small amount of blood that dripped from the corner of his lip.

Without hesitation or thinking, Ji-Yeon grabbed his arm and dragged him into the kitchen. His skin felt rough with the dirt that covered it. Once she reached the sink she released her grip on him and began to run some warm water over a cloth. The silence between them was thick, but it didn't bother her. She rang the cloth out and brought it up to his lip.

Her hand shook as she placed the cloth to the corner of his lip. She tried to her best to keep her nerves under control as she pressed it lightly over the small cut. When she moved to his cheek she paused. How was he still this gorgeous even with all the dirt and the cut on his face? It amazed her even more that he seemed fine with everything. He never flinched nor did he make any other movements. She wanted to ask him what happened or to scold him for getting hurt. But no words would form. The only thing she could do was tend to his wound and try to keep her emotions at bay.

When she finished she walked back to the sink and rinsed the cloth out. She wanted him to say something to break the utter silence that hung over them. She knew if she spoke it wouldn't be what he'd want to hear. Placing her hands on the edge of the sink, she let out a soft breath. Perhaps it was only her imagination, but to her, the air felt thick and heavy. The more she stood thinking of how he looked, the more she felt an overwhelming sensation deep within. She needed air, and soon.

Reaching to open the window, she stopped with her hand placed over the windows lock. Through the window, she noticed Wonho's unwavering gaze. When had he moved? She froze thinking he would just walk away from her and leave her alone with her thoughts. As she studied the reflection, she noticed the change in his face. His eyes were dark and fixated on her. She watched as he rubbed the back of his neck as he tilted his head and bit the bottom of his lip.