Hello guys! ^^ I'm not sure how SumoKyu is related to Christmas, so I tried to add in a bit of Christmassy feeling to him by drawing him a Santa Claus hat :D

I was 75% done writing this chapter when my old friend, Mr. Writer's Block, decided to visit me. So I'm really sorry if the ending of this chapter is not up to standard! T^T

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[Byul HyunRi’s POV]

“Yah! I was just kidding! Really! So relax, you may put that roll of toilet paper down.” KyuHyun quickly said. “I’ll leave now.”

I dropped my weapon (i.e. a roll of toilet paper) and waited for him to exit the bathroom. Once KyuHyun was outside, I raised the back of my shirt and tried to catch a view of it on the bathroom mirror.

I felt a familiar pinch at the back of my eyes; a signal telling me that tears were about to fall. I sat down on the dry bathroom floor and hugged my knees. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I restraint a sniffle; the image of my still fresh in my mind.

It looked beyond terrible close up. Large patches of dark purple blossomed on almost every inch of my skin, decorated with blisters and cuts that were bleeding an hour ago. It was disgusting, gross.

Then, I lifted the front of my shirt up to examine my torso area. It was slightly better thanks to the way I curled up into a ball when those girls attacked me. Still, it was enough to channel more tears down my cheeks.

What had I done to deserve all this?

I never threw myself at KyuHyun; I never tried to seduce him like those girls had said.

So why am I destined to suffer all this humiliation and pain? Why did I have to carry the memory of the way the girls sunk their manicured nails into my skin, leaving behind scars?

There was a knock on the bathroom door, “Are you alright? HyunRi, are you crying in there?”

Was I sobbing so loudly that KyuHyun could hear me all the way from the other room?

I buried my face into my knees, hoping to muffle out the sniffles.

The knocking continued, “A-are you decent?”

Hearing no reply, KyuHyun said again, “I’m coming in, in ten seconds, alright?”

Eight seconds later, the doorknob twisted and I heard KyuHyun’s footstep approach. He hesitated by the doorway for a few seconds before he closed the door and slid down onto the floor next to me. He gently placed an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him for a hug.

KyuHyun’s body felt warm and comforting against my side. Unconsciously, I dropped my arms from my knees and wounded them around his waist before bawling into his chest. He just held me close as I continued to cry for the next ten minutes or so until I calmed down.

“Feeling better?” He asked softly.

 My voice was hoarse from crying, so I just nodded.

KyuHyun pulled away,still keeping his hands on my shoulders, till it was enough for him to meet my gaze. I quickly unwounded my arms from KyuHyun’s waist and looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

“So,” KyuHyun cautiously began. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Slowly, I let my eyes travel upwards till they timidly met his chocolate-brown eyes. His eyes were b with concern and understanding, so I took a breathed in and exhaled deeply. I told him about the entire incident, including the reasons for breaking down just now.

“Time,” KyuHyun simply said after a minute of silence. “Time will heal everything, both physical and emotional wounds… It may seem absurd now, but believe me, things will get better.”

My chapped lips formed a small smile as I allowed his words to sink in.

“How did you know about all this?” I asked referring to his knowledge about the whole time-will-everything concept.

KyuHyun chuckled softly, “A serious traffic accident happened to me back in 2007 which caused me to end up in a pretty bad shape at that time. Things were really hard for me at that time. My health, my career, my acceptance to the group and public were all at stake. Just stay strong and keep breathing...things will get better.”

“Oh…” I still remembered that time back in 2007, when news about Super Junior’s accident broke out. Cera, Jas and I had prayed everyday for him to recover and to become healthy again. I still remember the tears of happiness in our eyes when KyuHyun stood on stage to perform again. We’re loyal fans, aren’t we?

“Well, but everything is fine now.” KyuHyun sat up straight and stretched. The action caused his shirt to hike by an inch or two, unintentionally revealing a faded surgery scar on his torso. “I’m handsome, charming and dazzling now, aren't I?”

I chuckled softly and willed myself to believe in his words. At that moment, I just knew that I could trust KyuHyun. 

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” KyuHyun replied as he flashed me a warm smile. He reached out pushed a strand of stray hair out of my face. “Get well soon, HyunRi.”

My insides instantly inflated with warmth .Weeks ago, I would have never thought that a day like this would come. A day that Cho KyuHyun would comfort me like this, a day that I thanked him sincerely for taking care of me. This feeling that I’m currently experiencing is one that I have never felt before.

And for some reason, I like that feeling.

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I hope you guys are still reading! :P I decided to extend the KyuRi moment since I love you guys so much~ Hehe. Anyway, early

MERRY CHRISTMAS

and a Happy New Year, everyone~! :D

I'll be going on a holiday to California and Neveda tomorrow and I'll only be back next year. I won't be able to update until then.

Thank you guys so, so, so much for staying subscribed, subscribing, leaving me those lovely comments and reading! <3

See you guys in 2012!

P.s. Random Question of the Chapter: (I sort of ran out of questions, so this will be back next year)

P.s. It'll be my first time being in the North American continent, so I'm pretty excited~ ^_^