I muffled my cries. That's what he told me to do.
I heard Eunwoo banging on the door outside, for a long time, until he stopped. I heard footsteps. I heard the crack of the stick he used. I heard yells, screams, shouts. I heard the door being forced open. I head Eunwoo running toward me. I heard the man yelling. I heard the stick clatter on the ground.
I felt tears down my cheeks. I felt Eunwoo's strong hands grabbing me, helping me up. I felt hurt. It wasn't ever like this before. I felt my head hurt. I felt the room spin. I felt the table. I felt the chair as I sat down.
I saw me. I saw my hair messed up, which took forever to comb. I saw my mascara run. I saw my sweet, sweet Eunwoo in the mirror, trying to shake me out of my daze. I saw handcuffs in the mirror. Handcuffs around the man. I saw the stick. I saw the blood. I saw my bruises. I saw my Eunwoo, looking at me.
I looked up at him.
He knelt in front of me, hugging me like I was a small child. I put my arms around him, head pounding. He whispered in my ear. "Y/n, are you okay?"
That snapped me out. I heard everything now. I heard sirens. I heard yelling. I heard everything.
"No." I whispered. "I'm not okay."
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Brush + Camera (fanfic of Eunwoo and Y/n)
FanfictionShe's too cute to be called a noona. He's too famous to be called her boyfriend. But do they know each other? One touch. One brush. One smile. One love. Dive in deep with this Eunwoo fanfic.
