Ji Hyo slowly awoke, and forced open her eyes, gorggily looking at her surroundings, dimly staring at the walls. THen her eyes shot open and she gasped, scrambling upright on the bed. It wasn't even her bed ... where the heck was she?

"Woah ... Ji Hyo, calm down!" a familiar voice said to her. Wait ... was that ...?

Ji Hyo turned her head, and saw a rather special boy looking back at her with a concerned expression flitting across his face. 

"M-Minho ..." she mentally slapped herself for stuttering. "W-why am I h -"

She stopped as she felt memories rushing back to her. The man, the storrm, his "cravings", Minho ...

Ji Hyo froze. Did that man really do that to her ... she started to tremble. Minho immeadiately came over to her, and hovered near her bedside, unsure what to do. He watched as tears started to trickle down her face, and unconsiously he sat down besides her, reaching out to her, waanting to comfort her. To his shock, Ji Hyo jerked away from him, shivering, sobbing out incoherent words. Minho froze, guilty, and tried to calm her down with his words.

Soon, Ji Hyo's eyes cleared, and she saw Minho on the other side of the bed, figiting. She felt a little guilty of pushing him away, and she crawled over the crumpled blankets over to him, wrapping her arms around him.

She felt him heat seep into her, and for the first time in a long while, she felt safe. Happy. Protected. Minho paused for a moment before pulling her towards him, relishing the burst of warmth as he felt her slender frame pressed against his. Ji Hyo buried her face into his shoulder and cried.

After several minutes, Ji Hyo stopped sobbing and sat up, feeling heat creeping up her cheeks. "Uh ... sorry ..." she mumbled, staring down at the covers.

She had hugged him.

She had held him.

SHe had felt his body against hers.

Her heart was rocketing in her chest, and she silently prayed that Minho wouldn't notice. Minho chuckled softly at her flustered expression. 

"No, it's okay. It's good to let it all out."

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