Two Against All {A Yungi Fanfic}

7.

I woke up to a bright light shining on my face. Flinching back, the twisting of my skin forced a whimper from my lips. A hand gently rested on my shoulder.

"Yunho." A voice whispered. The hand gripped my shoulder tighter.

Raising my other hand to cover the light, which was then quickly put out, I tried to figure out who was speaking. Everything felt cloudy, my hand shook with the effort it took to hold it up, and hushed voices did not make anything clearer.

"Yunho, we are going to my house." The voice continued. Through the mugginess of my brain, I guessed it was Yeosang talking, but I couldn’t be sure. As far as I knew, Yeosang didn’t know about what happened.

There was more hushed muttering before someone put a blanket across my shoulders. As the rough texture rubbed along the unhealed wounds I hissed. Yeosang quickly apologized but also began to pull me up.

"Can you get up?" He asked, worry lacing his words. He kicked the door so it was more open, pulling me up.

I attempted to but every movement sent pain rocketing up my spine, I shook my head in defeat, tears starting to fall at the pain of it.

"Just let me stay, he’ll be back soon," I cried. “If I’m gone, I don’t know what he’ll do.”.

Yeosang then gently put his arm around me and helped me to a sitting position.

"Hongjoong! Come here!" He called. “I can’t leave you here, because maybe he’ll do it again tomorrow.”

Hongjoong rushed in and pressed himself against the other side of me. “It’s ok, Yunho.”.

"Try and stand on three." Yeosang said.

I nodded, bracing for the pain. Yeosang counted down and I forced my legs to stand me up. Pain exploded across my back, I let out a cry of pain, and my legs gave out on me. Hongjoong and Yeosang prevented me from falling too far, but the pressure and rubbing of their arms made the pain spread further.

I shook my head and cried. “I-I can’t,”.

One of them ran their fingers through my hair, trying to distract me from the pain, and was whispering in my ear. “Yes, you can. We are not going to leave without you,”.

Several minutes passed before the pain subdued to a dull throb, and the three of us began to slowly move out of the cramped closet and towards the stairs. The longest part came from trying to get up them. Each step brought sparks of pain and white speaks across my eyes. Hongjoong and Yeosang continued to hum and mutter comforting words.

Eventually, we made it outside, and, feeling the breeze from an approaching storm, I sobbed again. I was safe now.

"Where’s your car?" I mumbled, feeling the exhaustion creeping up.

"Over here." Hongjoong said, gently pulling me towards the ramp.

The only vehicle that was present was a large gray truck. I was confused, stopping immediately, neither Yeosang nor Hongjoong had a truck. It was still running and there was a person inside.

Hongjoong quickly told me that it was Seonghwa’s truck. Nodding, I was still hesitant. Until the world spun and I hit the ground. Someone yelped and another person called a name out. Trying to get up again, I fumbled around until someone pulled me up and began almost dragging me to the vehicle. 

Getting to the door, Hongjoong instructed. "Yeosang, go in first."

He did before turning around to help me in. The person who had been holding me up was Seonghwa. As gently as he could, Seonghwa helped me into the seat.