"Mrs Music"

Chapter 23

❗️❗️TRIGGER WARNING - sexual assault/rape/violence❗️❗️

Mackenzies pov

I wake up alone. I slowly stretch and my muscles groan, reminding me of last nights activity. I'm sure I blush!
I have never experienced anything like it in my life!
I smile to myself and sit up, picking up my phone from the bedside table to check the time. It's just after 10am. I notice the messages from Yoongi.
I love the way he speaks, and how he messages! "Please be amused however you wish" it reads! How sweet. I get up and shower. I dress in casual wear, pulling my wet hair into a ponytail. I open the front door and say good morning to Jung Lee. He nods at me, but remains silent.
I tell him that I'd like to take a walk outside, maybe go and get breakfast, do some window shopping, basically just kill time until Yoongi gets home!
Jung Lee again nods and gestures toward the lift. I go back inside and grab a hoodie, then leave the apartment and close the door.
We ride the lift down to the parking garage in silence. This could be a long morning!
Jung Lee opens the back door of the car that has just pulled up and I climb inside. He goes around the car and gets into the front passenger seat. We pull away and drive for maybe 5 minutes, pulling up outside a café that has small tables outside. I jump out of the car before Jung Lee and approach the café door, only realising I have no money as my hand is on the door knob.
"Oh no! Jung Lee, I don't have any money! No coffee for us then" I frown.
Jung Lee produces a credit card from his breast pocket and waves it in my face.
"Mr Min pays" he says simply
"Excellent, let's go eat!" I say enthusiastically.

We order our breakfast, a fruit salad for me with a caramel macchiato, a cheese toastie with tea for Jung Lee.
I tried to make conversation but Jung Lee is not able to speak English, so it's difficult.
We finish eating whilst watching the people passing by, all enjoying the bright crisp morning. Young couples holding hands, business men and women hurrying to and from meetings, parents walking their children to school, even what look like tourists taking photos, all oblivious to each other, focussed on their journeys with their companions. I am thinking about last night, pretty sure I must have a silly grin on my face.
We exit the café and walk along the street, looking into all the shop windows as we pass them. I am really enjoying the morning, the fresh air and sun on my face helping lift my already great mood further.
After around an hour I ask Jung Lee if we can return home, I need to change before Yoongi gets home, I don't want to go to lunch with him dressed as I am in a tracksuit and trainers.

We arrive back at the apartment and Jung Lee escorts me back up to the front door. I thank him for his company, although I don't think he has any idea what I said! He smiles and opens the door for me, then closes it gently behind me, resuming his position as protector outside in the hallway.

I'm inside my dressing room in just my underwear, looking through the rails of clothes trying to decide what to wear for lunch, when I hear a thump outside. I put on a kimono style robe and head towards the door whilst attempting to tie the belt to protect my modesty. I peer through the peephole and see no-one, so open the door to check on Jung Lee.
I open my mouth to speak to him but he is on his front on the floor, a small trickle of blood running down his temple, his eyes closed. I'm about to step out into the hall to check on him when I am thrown back into the room by a force so strong I fall to the ground, landing hard on my bum, my attacker on top of me!
I yell out, partly from shock but also pain as I have tried to break my fall again with my hands, sending shockwaves through my already injured right wrist, although this pain is so intense I know it is broken this time!
I look at my attacker, wondering as I do how he managed to get into the building.
My mouth hangs open and I begin to tremble with fear. My attacker is Shaun!!!!

He looks awful! Scraggly beard growth, bruises and cuts on his face, filthy clothes, and the smell! Oh my god, the smell! It is horrendous. He looks and smells like a homeless tramp. He is usually so well groomed. I can't believe he is here....... in Korea! Why?! How does he know where I am?! Why is he in the state he is in? What does he want?