Hana's POV

I strained my vocals but nothing came out, still I screamed, hoping someone would hear her. Suddenly, my body wracked with raw sobs and I shook like a leaf. Fright consumed every cell in my body, swelling them with terror. With every second I practically felt the rise of my blood pressure, but I knew that this was the least of my worries.

My legs began to cramp. The evening was cool, but my blood was icy and my muscles tense. I had lost any sense of how long I'd been there. All I knew was that I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

I hadn't volunteered for this and I definitely wasn't one of those brave people who relished danger. I was a mouse, a little brown haired mouse. Or in other words, I was a coward. Now my heart hammered and my brain was short-circuiting with anxious thoughts. 

Would anyone come to my help? Was there enough time?

My watery eyes enlarged and the hairs on the nape of my neck bristled. A gaggle of goose pimples laminated my frigid, skin. Slow and deliberate, the door handle turned. I tried to scream, but the inside of my mouth lacked any moisture and a croak was all that issued from my gape. Finally, the door creaked open and...

“Get out. “

JongIn oppa’s voice shot sharply through the room like an arrow.

“There’s someone at the front door”, I explained in a cowardly whisper.

 I heaved sigh of relief and instantly covered pulled my dress up. I watched Sehun’s face scrunched up in frustration and shook his head as he heard the voice again.

Sehun hadn’t noticed oppa before but he did now.

“I said get out.” The fact that oppa’s voice was dangerously deep and calm was probably more of a warning than a shout could give.

“Dammit. I thought I locked the door,” Sehun muttered under his breath as he got off of me and pulled up his pants and slipped onto his shoes.

The next thing I knew, JongIn oppa was socked in the face with an angry fist and had fallen to the floor from the force of the hit. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Sehun was the one that did that to my brother who was clearly fuming mad.

My eyes turned into saucers.

I hissed, grabbing into his arm, my anger getting the better of me. “Why did you hit him?”

Sehun snarled, ignoring my shouts and advanced towards my brother, grabbing him by his shirt and lifting him back to his feet. His eyes narrowed dangerously as his hands tightened around oppa’s shirt. “What do you think you’re doing here, interrupting my girl and me?”

“Oh? Is she your girl?” JongIn oppa frowned, not looking intimidated by Sehun’s dangerously low tone. “Just now I checked, you’re about to do other things to my sister.”

Sehun’s eyes widened as he realized what had just flown from my brother’s mouth. JongIn oppa used that moment to kick Sehun in the shin. Oppa hit Sehun once across the face before walking towards me.

“Kim Hana, let’s go,” Oppa held his hand