You Were My Love

Scene 97 - Control

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Images of the terrible evening kept on playing in Jimin's stunned mind over and over again.

In a daze of hazy events, he kept on watching the scene, as though from afar.

Especially the last moments, after Hae Wong arrived.

How his fighting finally turned into a violent frenzy against his bullies.

How Jimin had to hug him tight to a stop, circling him with all his might.

He could still hear his panicked self crying out

"Stop! I'm fine! I'm OK now! I'm fine Hae Wong, please stop!!" countless times before the blows subsided and eventually stopped.

Gradually, the relentless waves of his fury had died down under Jimin's physical and verbal ministrations.

His berserk state had at too long last boiled down to hard pants and trembling fists.

The dancer still could not get over the state Hae Wong's wrath had faded to.

His blood-shot eyes had been fixated on the sprawled bullies.

The politician's whole body so tense it felt tetanized – until Jimin's repeated words, gestures, kisses on his jaw, his neck, his cheek finally had his love blink back to his true self.

Only then had he been able to take a look at his angel.

The next second, after shutting his eyes tight and letting out a deep breath, he had held Jimin skin close to him.

"Gosh, Jimin!" he had managed to utter through his clenched jaws. "I thought I was going to lose you... I just would not be able to cope with losing you."

And suddenly his hold was nearly choking.

"I could not stand it, I would - " his voice broke. "I would - .... I - ..." he turned his face another direction before he concluded "I just don't want to even think about it."

From the second they were uttered, the words had kept on resonating in the younger one's mind.

They had overwhelmed him.

His memory constantly echoed with the mighty sentences, sending him into a total daze.

"H- ... Hae Wong-ah... I- ... I just -... You- ... You- ..." he tried – in vain.

"Shhhhhh... Don't say a word for now, honey... Let me get you out of this awful place first thing."

All the way back in the car, and even once back in the building, and then inside the luxurious suite, all of his and Hae Wong's moves and tugs, all his prince's words had seemed to come from far, in a hazy dream or in a scene that took place in the distance.

Images and colors were blurry, sounds were muffled.

"... mad at me... miss you ... away..."

Was it a pause then?

"Lord ... no idea ... miss you ..."

The distant yet soothing voice went on as words gradually became clearer and clearer.