The man sat in on the sofa in the living room, twiddling his slender fingers idly as he waited for Kangin and Sungmin to return. After they had finished their breakfast, Kangin had asked the man to leave the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

The sound of something crashing to the floor was the first sound that was emitted, followed by a low whimper. Evidently, he was at Sungmin again, much like he had been that morning. The man had left without protest, silently standing up and making his way out of the room. He knew why he was asked to leave, but what business of his was it to do anything? What would be gained anyway? Kangin was furious and would take it out somewhere. Why not on Sungmin as usual?

“Don't you dare speak to him!” The shouting was barely muffled by the closed door. “Don't even look at him!”

This first bit of speech roused the man who lifted his head to listen.

“Are you listening to me?” Kangin asked quietly.

No reply.

“I said are you listening to me you little disease!” He spat, repeating his previous question but at a volume that shook though the house like an earthquake.

This roused the man even further, making him slowly turn his head towards the door, staring at it piercingly as if looking straight through the door.

Sungmin was quivering in his chair, terrified of Kangin's next move. The unpredictability of his is what scared Sungmin the most. In some ways it was as if Kangin did it on purpose to elicit shock from him. Like he got some sort of sick kick from reducing him to a quivering mess.

Bending down to Sungmin's level, he grabbed harshly onto his wrists, holding then in a vice like grip. Sungmin let out a strangled cry, scared to let out too much noise because he was afraid of how Kangin would react. Moving down right next to his ear, but not adapting his volume to fit the proximity of his mouth to Sungmin's ear, he shouted: “Do not ever speak to him!”.

Then he spoke quieter through gritted teeth, the loud volume being replaced by a venom that poisoned his words: “I'm warning you. You know I don't take my words lightly.” Letting go of his wrists as harshly as he had grabbed them, he stood up fully.

He was towering over Sungmin who now, his small frame barely taking up any room in the strangled space that they were in, looked smaller than ever. More fragile. Looking down at him, evil glowing in his eyes, Kangin shot his hand at his head, grabbing a large chunk of his hair. Using it for control, he slammed Sungmin's face down into the table in front of him. Applying a lot of pressure, he held it there for a few seconds before pulling it back up, ripping some hair from the roots as he did so.

The man heard the wood splintering crash through the useless shield of the door. Closing it was pointless as he could hear everything like he was actually sat inside the room. He didn't know what to do with himself as alien feeling started to bubble in the pit of his stomach.

Standing up straight again and smoothing his hair down, Kangin collected himself. Looking at Sungmin who was staring straight a head of him in stunned silence, Kangin rolled his eyes in pure disgust.

“I'm going out now. I don't know how long I'll be but you had better of cleaned this house before I get back. And you had better remember what I have said. Speak one word and that's it.” He spoke before exiting the room.

The door opening, the man made no reaction to Kangin entering the living room. Not moving his gaze from where it was fixed on the door, he just lifted his eyes to look into Kangin's rather flushed face. The man's expression was once again back to its unreadable state.

“I'm going out. I don't know how long I will be but it shouldn't be too long. Keep an eye on him,” Kangin announced, nodding his head towards the kitchen as he added the last part. The last part almost seemed to hint at some comradery between the two; a sort of shared agenda.

The man just looked at him, unmoving.

Grabbing his keys and placing his feet into his shoes, Kangin opened the front door, shouting a goodbye before stepping out and closing it with a bang that echoed throughout the house.

Silence filled the house up to full capacity, accentuating every crack and creak the wood and pipes made as they expanded in the heat and damp. The silence displayed the house for what it really was: an empty, torturous prison.

Starting to feel uncomfortable in the quiet, the man leaned forward in his seat, craning his neck to try to get a look at Sungmin. He had made no sound to indicate movement so the man was curious as to what he was doing. No matter how far he moved his head while staying rooted in his seat, it wasn't enough. Defeated he pushed himself back in his seat, resting his head back.

After staying like that for a few minutes, the man became restless and got up from his seat. Under usual circumstances, he would remain passive and unaffected, but the look in Sungmin's eyes affected him more that he would have ever expected them to. There was nothing but emptiness behind them.

The man walked, slowly as not to aggravate the creaky floorboards, towards the kitchen. When at the entrance, he peeped his head around the door frame. What he saw made his eyes open widely; converse to his usual unaffected look.

Sungmin sat with is head on the table, his arms wrapped tightly around his head, quivering like a tree in a high wind. The only sound coming from him was the chattering of his teeth. The pose he was doing only accentuated his delicate frame, causing the bones of his shoulders and ribs to protrude much further than they should.

Compelled, the man couldn't help himself from speaking: “Sungmin?” his voice firm and unwavering.

No answer.

“Sungmin,” he spoke a little louder, reaching out his slender hand to tap him on the shoulder. The contact made Sungmin flinch, cowering away from the touch letting out hitched breath.

Resting his full hand on him firmly but gently, the man spoke again, softly: “shhhhhh. Please do not panic. I will not hurt you.”

This did nothing to clam his nerves, only causing him to whimper louder, pushing himself into the table as if he was trying to climb into it.

The final straw came when the man wrested a second hand on his other shoulder. Sungmin pushed himself up from the table with his shakey arms, kicking his chair out of the way and propelling himself across the room. Keeping his back to the man he shook his head violently.

“What is wrong?” The startled man asked.

The only answer he received was a further shake of the head.

“Tell me. What is wrong?” he asked again, reaching out and turning the frightened man around harshly. The look he received was one of pure horror, meeting the man's look of determination. Now able to get a full look at his face, the man could see the damage caused by the bang he had heard earlier: Sungmin's nose was bleeding, clearly burst from a strong impact. Sungmin tried to move away, only to be stopped by the strength of the man's arms. Shaking his head violently again, he attempted a repetition of the previous action, jerking his body backwards, only to be stopped again by the man.

Looking up at him, he pleaded with his eyes b with burning hot tears. Twitching his eyebrows and feeling his own eyes soften, the man spoke again in attempt to ease the man's aching mind.

“This is because of him is it not? Well he is not here now, you have no need to be afraid. Not of me. I will not harm you I promise, and I mean that. I always keep my promises.”

The momentary change in Sungmin's face was barely noticeable before it changed back into its deer-in-the-headlights look as he jerked away again. He wasn't afraid of the man particularly. He was afraid of Kangin finding out that he had been in such a close proximity to him. When the man held still in not letting him move Sungmin reacted in the only other way he could think of. He lifted up his arms and started to pound his fists harshly on the man's chest.

“Get off me!” he shouted, anger preventing him form holding his voice in any more. When he didn't, Sungmin continued to hit him, his small hands hitting his chest with a bruising force. Despite the pain, the man didn't react to one hit. Instead he started to push him backwards. Finding a path that was clear, he harshly pushed Sungmin backwards until his back made contact with the cold hard concrete of the kitchen wall.

“Stop it!” the man said calmly, grabbing Sungmin's wrists and pinning them to the wall next to his head, using that as an anchor to hold him in place. Hurt by the sudden pressure to the burn marks on his wrists Sungmin yelped like a kicked dog. Taking note of this, the man loosened his grip as much as he could without letting go fully.

“I am sorry. I really do not want to hurt you. Not in the slightest. I just want you to listen to me,” he pleaded with his voice.

Whimpering again, Sungmin slowly raised his eyes to the piercing ones that were looking down at him. Allowing his orbs to speak for him, he pleaded to be let go.

“I am not letting you go. You need to hear this,” he refused. “He has been doing this for a long time hasn't he? You have been suffering a lot......”

In refusal at what was being said to him, Sungmin shook his head so violently that his body shook with it.

“Do not give me that!” the man shouted, frustration building. “I know he has. You are the worst I have seen yet.”

Angered by his words, Sungmin managed to pull his hands away and proceeded to punch Kyuhyun, this time even harder. “No. No. No” he shouted repeatedly, clearly in denial of everything that was being said to him.

“Yes!” the man shouted. “Look!” he directed, letting go of one of his wrists and starting to tug Sungmin's t-shirt up, revealing the bruises that mottled his porcelain skin. To stop him, Sungmin used his free hand to try to push the t-shirt back down as the man fought to pull it back up. The force of the two men struggling caused the t-shirt to rip, permanently revealing the marks.

“You see this right? These mark that he leaves on you. Look at what he is doing to you! Why do you refuse when he has made you suffer like this?”

Pulling free his other hand from the man's grasp, he start to pound again, protesting: “He hasn't made me suffer! He loves me!” The desperation in his voice was unsettling. “Don't.... s-say....t-that...” he stuttered out as his broken-hearted pounding decreased in force until it petered out entirely. When he had fully stopped, he grasped onto the man's shirt at the front, looking up at him in wide eyed desperation.

“P-please....” his broken voice stuttered out. “Please s-stop.”

Feeling his empty heart calling out to the small man whose body and soul was cracking and disintegrating before him, he purely instinctively lifted up his slim hand to rest on his cheek, moulding it entirely to to the side of his face. Feeling him quiver, he held it delicately as if it would break any moment.

The feel of a tender touch pushed Sungmin over the edge. Feeling weak and as if he would collapse, he started to slide down the wall, his fingers still laced into the man's shirt. Feeling Sungmin's body bending beneath him, the man put both his arms onto his hips to support his movement down to the floor, moving down with him. When they were both fully seated on the floor, the man pulled Sungmin to him so that he was sat in between his fully extended legs, pushing his head down to rest on his thigh. Sungmin relaxed into the hold, curling his legs in so that his entire body was encased in the frame of the man's legs. As he started to tremble slightly, the man started to slowly his hair. It was timid at first as he – like the man below him – was uneducated in the methods of comforting people but his had soon adapted to it and he started to move in more confident .

“Who are you?” Sungmin asked carefully as if not fully wanting to know the answer.

Pausing, thinking carefully about how he would answer so as not to panic him, the man answered:

“Some say I'm a devil....... Some say I'm an angel...... I guess it depends on the circumstance..... For you I'm an angel.........”

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I just want to make this point: I love Kangin. He is my Super Junior bias. Its pretty rediculous that I have made him horrible in this :/ haha.

I also love the KangMin pairing......

What is wrong with me?!

Anyways...... hope this was okay!! *big smile*

XO