“No…” he whispered looking straight into my eyes.

“You’re not okay”

I averted my eyes and bit my lip as he continued to speak.

“You were , and no matter what you say, you can’t be okay with that.  Don’t lie”

I flinched at the word “” and I shuddered involuntarily as the pain and disgust rushed through my body in waves.  In a second, it all came rushing back, hitting me with renewed force, leaving me feeling pathetic… pathetic and broken…

“I told you once, isn’t just an action, it’s a promise.  When I told you to have , I meant you needed to make a connection.  What happened between you and that bastard doesn’t count.  You aren’t okay”

I did my best to blink back my tears and used all my remaining strength to hold back my sobs.  I refused to cry in front of him, I had never cried in front of anyone else before and I wasn’t going to show anyone my weak side.

I forced back my emotions and told him in a shaky voice,

“L-leave… p-please…”

I pushed him away weakly, still refusing to look up at him.  Much to my frustration, he didn’t move an inch.

“No” he said again, and before I could process what was happening, he pulled me against his chest.

At first I stiffened and tried to pull away, the only physical contact I ever had with others was painful so I avoided interaction at all costs.  However, despite my efforts to break free, Kyuhyun held fast, wrapping his arms around my smaller frame.

“It’s okay” he whispered softly in a tone a voice I had never heard him use before, “Let it out”

I still struggled against him, but my actions became weaker and weaker and finally I just stopped trying.  The hands I was using to push against his chest now came to cover my face and I was surprised to feel the wet trails my tears had caused.  I hadn’t even realized I was crying.

Slowly, my silent tears turned into sobs and I cried into my hands, my body trembling from the force of my emotions.

Kyuhyun didn’t say anything, he simply let me cry, his arms anchoring me to reality.  He didn’t offer any kind words and for that I was grateful.  I didn’t want his pity and thankfully he never offered it, instead he offered silent support, his actions speaking for him.  He gave the unspoken promise that he was there and that he cared.

I didn’t stop to consider his motives, and I didn’t stop to question him.  Instead I simply let myself go, feeling safe enough to reveal my vulnerability for the first time since I had become a slave.

It was the first time that I could remember finding any comfort in someone’s arms…

*****

I awoke to an empty, dimly lit room.  I found myself clutching a pillow as my body curled around it, making myself as small as possible.  I shifted slightly and I sharp pain shot up my spine making me gasp and squeeze my eyes shut.

One the pain had decreased to a dull ache I attempted to move again, this time taking much more care not to jostle my body too much.  I finally managed to sit up and I glanced around the room.  Instead of the plain walls of my bedroom I was surprised to find myself in a familiarly ornate bed chamber.

It was the same room I had stayed when I was sick.  Oddly enough, although the room was undoubtedly under Kyuhyun’s possession, I couldn’t help but think of it as my room.  As silly as it seemed, I was comfortable here.

I stared at the brightly colored military insignia that hung on the wall opposite of me.  The vibrant red and striking blue seemed almost luminous, even in the faint light of the room.  I continued to study it blankly until the colors swam before my eyes and turned the woven symbol into nothing but a mass of blurred shadows.

After a while, I grew tired of simply staring.  I still felt numb, but I tried my best to force myself into action.  I refused to let myself give into the depression that threatened to overtake me.  I was stronger than that, but more importantly I was too stubborn to let myself fall.  If I gave in, then all my previous struggles would have been in vain.  I wasn’t about to waste my hard work.

I gingerly maneuvered myself till my legs hung over the side of the bed.  Gripping the bedposts for stability, I managed to lower myself till my shaky legs made contact with the polished wood of the floor.

I attempted to take a step, but sighed in irritation as my legs quivered beneath me, seemingly not capable of the task at hand.  I took a few more calming breaths and again took a step.  This time my legs trembled but held and I took a hesitant step forward.

“You are stronger than this” I whispered to myself, gritting my teeth as I moved forward at a snail’s pace, “you’ve handled this before and there’s no reason why you can’t do it again”

I clenched my jaw in determination and began to move faster, more confident then I was before.  Finally, after what seemed like hours I fumbled with the handle of the heavy oak door. 

I stumbled through the doorway, still a bit unsteady on my feet.  I regained my balance and looked around the spacious area that I considered Kyuhyun’s living room.  I stifled a squeak when I saw a figure sitting on one of the chairs in the dark room.

“Did I frighten you?” Kyuhyun asked and although it was dark, I could practically see the smirk painted on his lips.

I scoffed and headed towards the bathroom, rolling my eyes as I heard him chuckle behind me.  It seemed impossible that he was the same person who held me as I cried.

I winced at the memory and blushed as I remembered my unabashed tears.  I turned to look at him when he called my name.

My hands instantly went up to catch the towel he tossed in my direction.  I looked at him curiously, not understanding why he had tossed it to me.

“I thought you’d want to take a bath after… well you know” he mumbled.

I nodded and turned back around and headed to the bathroom.  I ran my hands over the soft material of the towel absentmindedly as I walked. 

The bathroom was lighter than the rest of the rooms mostly because it was facing the east and the sun had just begun to rise. 

I quickly filled the large wooden tub with hot water, sighing happily as the warm steam brushed against my face.  I placed my towel down and undressed, slipping into the heavenly water.  I glanced at the ledge of the tub and was surprised to find a bottle on the normally barren wood slab.  I swam over to investigate.

I picked up the small glass bottle and a smile flittered across my lips.  It was a bottle of orange oil.

Maybe I could believe that Kyuhyun was that same person after all.

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Sorry for another long wait, school has been kicking my in the worst way and now I'm drowing in stress because I just realized I haven't applied for any scholarships and now I've missed so many opportunities...

*shoot self*

Anyway enjoy nice Kyu, I'm not sure how long it will last!

Music: "I'm Sorry" by CN BUE (this song is just soo good, I can't help but put it on replay!)