"Let's go Jiha!!!" Jisung yelled making Jiha rush down the stairs. They were having their weekly 3-hour combat class as usual. "Okay okay, I'm here," Jiha muttered before they went downstairs to the secret room. If you forgot, their training rooms are located in the secret room.
Han was the first one to go inside, then Jiha followed. "I'll give you 3 minutes." Jisung said and readied the training mats. Jiha quickly ran to the dressing room and changed her outfit and hairstyle. She tied her hair in a low yet tight ponytail and went outside.
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An hour later, they were now sparring. They were working out on what they took up for the past week.
Jiha was the first one to make a move as she kicked the left rib of Jisung. Jisung smirked to see the girl getting hyped and aimed for her head but she dodged. "You're good." He used those words to distract the girl. Jiha was about to stop when Jisung kicked her stomach with his right leg causing the girl to stumble a little bit and crash to the wall behind her. She cursed herself and looked up but was met with Jisung who was already in front of her.
His face was just 2 centimeters away from her. ( this isn't meant for love purposes of something, okay? ). Jiha gulped and blinked her eyes fastly getting lost in her own thoughts.
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it smelled like cigarettes, smoke, and some not so pleasing smells all in one place. she looked down and focused on the way she was walking on. but then, a man, probably in his 40s, approached the girl.
"Hey, cutie. are you alone?" he asked. jiha already noticed that he was drunk by his tone and the smell of alcohol that went out of his mouth. she gulped and tried to walk away faster but the drunk man caught her wrist and stopped her. jiha slightly gasped and tried to yank his hand away from hers but the man was pretty strong.
"l-let go of me.." jiha mumbled. "aw, don't be scared beautiful. we're going to have some fun, alright?" the man said while chuckling at jiha's scared actions. jiha's heartbeat was getting faster and faster each second. the man's hand went to her face and caressed her cheeks.
tears started streaming down fastly from her eyes to the ends of her chin. he wiped her tears and started going nearer. jiha backed away not until her back reached the wall. she was cornered by the man's arms. she felt so vulnerable and useless that she wanted to break down.
his face went near her neck and smelled her scent. she felt so disgusted that she wanted to fight the man off but she didn't know how to. her hands were badly trembling while trying to form a fist.
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Jiha started to sweat and got nervous easily. Her breathing quickened as her hands started to tremble badly but Jisung didn't notice. Jisung got even closer and was about to tease her when she flinched and fell on the ground, crying. Not only Jisung was shocked, but even Jiha herself. She was traumatized but she promised to herself that she'd be strong against it, but then, she failed.
"J-Jiha, why?" Jisung panicked when he saw Jiha shaking. He didn't know the reason why she broke down but he knew it was about a past incident.
Jiha might be a demon with powers, but they're still human. And humans have feelings too.
Jisung hugged the terribly shaking girl and tried to calm her down. "S-sorry..." She muttered but he told her that it's okay. Jisung rubbed her back and kissed her forehead. He carried the girl upstairs in his arms in a bridal way.
He ignored the boys being worried and asked why was Jiha sobbing. "Can you guys shut up, please?" Jisung said before going to their room. He laid Jiha down and tried to make her sleep. After a few minutes, he was done singing a song. He looked at Jiha, who was now sleeping and kissed her forehead before going out.
