#won hyuk

You could hear footsteps approaching you, getting louder the closer they got to your hiding spot. You were dreading every moment that was bound to follow if they got a little too close. You were meekly crying on the cold, hard ground as you propped your back up against a dumpster in the dark alleyway, trembling at the thought of being found.

The sobs wracking your body were uncontrollable, you were so afraid your sniffles would give away your hiding place, but you were unable to contain yourself, fear was the only thing you knew right now.

The footsteps seemed to stop right in front of the alleyway you were in, causing you to hold your breath, eyes wide as you pleaded with the higher powers to let him continue walking, not turn toward you. You were beyond relieved when you heard the footsteps actually continue on, making you let out a long, drawn-out sigh. 

But all at once, your anxiety appeared again when a beautiful voice sang, “Found you~” right into your ear from next to the dumpster. You flinched at the sound, spinning your head to see the owner of the voice, tears forming rivers down your cheeks. He swiftly picked you up, holding you in his arms with your legs around his waist for stability, wiping your tears away with his thumb, a frown spread across his gorgeous face, “Why are you crying, pretty? Don’t you wanna come back home?”

“That’s not my home,” you sobbed, jerking your face away from his undeserving fingers, more tears strolling down your cheeks. “It’s yours. You stole me away from my home.”

“Nonsense, my love. It’s always been your home. Since the moment you stepped foot through the front door, that place was our home,” he smiled, letting loose a sinister-sounding laugh. You were sure he was insane by now. You’ve never looked at him in this sense, you were his best friend for years, it’s so hard for you to genuinely see this side of him. Waking up one day, tied up in the bed you once were so fond of sleeping in, disgusting feelings washing through you as the man you could finally deem a monster let his fingertips roam along places you’ve never imagined to be touched by him. “Our bed, too.”

You had every idea what he was implying, what he was trying to remind you of, all telling you what he’d do to you again if you were to continue your fighting. You had convinced him to cut you loose at his house, making a run for it as soon as his back was turned. You were so good at pretending he didn’t repulse you to the core that it made it easy to make him think you genuinely cared for him still. As soon as you ran, you were chased. You couldn’t make it too far, which is why you were sitting next to a dumpster in an alleyway like you were, you couldn’t have run any farther because you were so out of breath and panicked that you felt you were on the verge of passing out at any moment.

“Baby, let’s go home, okay? How does that sound?” with his words, you fell into the crook of his neck, defeated, giving up entirely. This was your fate, as cruel as it was, and you really just had to accept that you weren’t gonna escape him anytime soon. This was your new reality.