Chapter 19

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~Yumi~


I closed the door behind me and took off all my clothes. Stepping out of my clothes, I made my way towards the mirror, glancing at my reflection. All the scars... cuts and bruises... they make me look so ugly. No matter how many years it's been, I will never get used to the abuse – both physically and mentally. I know that even if I was to run away, I can never truly escape it. It's funny because no matter how old I get, I'm still that same little girl who gets hit by her father. As the years go by, I feel as though I got weaker... not stronger. And I hated that.

Turning my attention towards the bathtub, I stepped into it and sat down, turning on the water before pulling my knees up and burying my face in it. During times like these, I cannot help but break down...Because it reminds me that I will never escape that living hell I was forced to live in.

It doesn't matter if I try though. My father being the powerful person he is... will drag me right back. Just like that time.





~Seokjin~


"Mum," Seokjin sighed into his phone as he slipped on his PJ shirt.

"I'm telling you, just divorce her already!"

"It's not that easy," he reminded her. After parting with Yumi, he walked back to his own room, took a shower and as he was getting out, his mother rang him. As much as Seokjin would like to deny it, he cannot help but feel frustrated and annoyed at Yumi every time after talking to his mother. Maybe it was because she reminds him about Yumi and her father. Maybe it was because Seokjin was starting to let Yumi into his life. He doesn't know. He just doesn't want to talk to his mother and sort this out himself.

He grabbed another new towel on his bed and then walked out of his room towards Yumi's room. He forgot to tell her where the towels were before she went to shower. He only remembered when he was getting out of the shower.

When Seokjin reached her room, he saw that she wasn't in there, seeing as the door was wide open. Turning his attention towards the bathroom, he made his way there, trying to button his shirt with his hand.

"So? I don't like the thought of her hurting you, Seokjin."

Seokjin smiled wryly at that, "As if that woman could hurt me, mum."

"Seokjin," she began, trying to calm herself. "I don't think you..."

The words didn't reach him as Seokjin came to a stop when he saw that there was water on the floor... telling him that Yumi was using the bathtub.

"Mum, I'll call you later," Seokjin said quickly before hanging up on his mother.

He knocked on the door loudly, heart thumping with fear, "Yumi! Why is there water out in the hallway?"

No answer.

Cursing at the situation, Seokjin pounded over and over again and when it's clear that Yumi is not responding like she usually would, he went running to find the keys. He never thought he'd see her like this though.

Yumi. Passed out in the bathtub. Covered in cuts.





~Yumi~


I stirred at the sound of someone calling my name. It was Seokjin. He was wearing a long PJ pants and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest.

"Hells," he hissed. "if you wanted to die, don't do it in my apartment!"

I looked at him, my vision still blurred. "H-huh?"

"Don't 'huh' me, idiot," he snapped, pulling me to my feet.

I let out a cry of pain when his hands gripped around my arms where the cuts were. Seokjin immediately let go of me briefly before grabbing one of my arm and examining it. His eyes narrowed on them before shifting to me.

"What's this?"

"I didn't," I stammered. "It's not what you're thinking—ah!"

Without saying anything else, Seokjin draped the white towel around me before picking me up and carrying me out of the room.

I braced myself when we neared my bed but Seokjin surprised me by gently placing me on the bed. Grabbing the blanket, he pulled it over my body to cover me before pulling the towel away from me.

You can say I was too stunned to stop him. As for Seokjin, he didn't mind it at all. It was almost like he's used to doing this... with Rijin, maybe.

"Turn around."

I did as he ordered, holding the sheets over me and turning my back to him before closing my eyes. That's when I felt him drying my hair, gently. The gesture reminded me of my mother and I held back the tears that were starting to sting my eyes.

"Your clothes," he said.

"No clothes," I murmured, hugging the sheets around me. "I don't have a lot of things, remember?"

Seokjin said nothing to that, just quietly drying my hair. I have no idea why he was being like this but I decided that I kind of liked it. Maybe I can give in. Just for tonight. I was tired of fighting this pull.

When he was finally done, I shifted and fall back into bed, avoiding Seokjin's eyes. I was hoping he'd just leave but he didn't. In fact, he just sat there, eyes on me. I could feel them burning at the back of my head.

"What?" I asked, flatly.

"Why do you have scars on your back?"

I tensed at that, trying to cover my back but Seokjin stopped me by tugging the sheets back a little.

"Hiding it doesn't change the fact that I've seen them."

I turned around and glared at him. "Why are you in here? Get out."

"No."

I stared. Did he just—

To my horror, Seokjin lightly shoved me over and then slid under the sheets, pulling the blanket over him.

"I'm naked!" I hissed, trying to pull the blanket back.

"I've already seen you naked," he said in a low drawl.

My cheeks warmed at that memory but I forced myself to look at him anyways. "It doesn't matter. Get out."

"Come here."

I stared at him, not moving. Did he really just tell me to go to him? Seokjin? The guy who hates my guts more than anything? Thoughts went running wild but they dispersed when Seokjin tugged me towards him, wrapping his arms around me as he rests his chin on top of my head.

I sucked in a breath as heat radiated through my body. I tried to keep my voice steady as I asked him, "What are you doing?"

I like the feel of him. So much that I reached out, resting my hands on his shoulders, our bodies touching. It was intimate. Raw.

"Look at you, all naked and exposed for me."

I closed my eyes at that.

"You said it's not what I think it is," Seokjin said, making me tilted my head so that we could see each other's eyes. "How did you get cuts on your arms?"

I bite my lip, turning my gaze away from his.

"The scars on your back too," he continued on. "Why are they there?" I felt him hesitate as he struggled to find the right words. "Don't even get me started on the marks on your neck too."

"None of your business," I said, softly. Even I was surprised by how gentle that sounded when I intended for it to come out cold and harsh.

Seokjin grabbed hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes narrowed on me, "It becomes my business. You are my wife after all."

And my heart skipped at that.

"What..." I trailed off.

Seokjin smirked, "I can feel how fast your heart beating, Shortcake."

I tried to pull away from him but Seokjin just held me even tighter, my chest pressed up against his, making me gasp.

"Scared?"

"This counts as sexual harassment," I threatened, my voice shaky. "I will report you."

Seokjin let go of me, shifting back slightly to take off his shirt. My eyes bugged at his exposed chest and I averted my eyes, only to have Seokjin tugged me up into a sitting position before slipping his shirt on me.

My heart skipped at beat at the gesture. Oblivious to the way I was feeling, Seokjin pulled me back under the sheets, my back to him and his arms tightening around me.

"A little intimate for two people who didn't marry for love," I reminded him, my voice shaking with emotion. "Let go."

"I don't trust you."

I stilled at that.

Seokjin buried his face into my neck, making me hold my breath at how close he was to me. He nuzzled against me slightly, "But I no longer hate you like you think."

My chest hurt at his words. Still, I replied back in a small voice, "But I hate you."

I felt him smile against my neck. "No you don't."

"I do," I said, turning around so that my body is towards his before I wrapped my arms around him. I buried my face into him, trying to block out the memories of my meeting with my father. I inhaled his sweet scent before letting out a soft, tired laugh, "I really do." 

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