My body falls forward. But I can't. I need to go forward; I need to block the punch that's coming, but I can't. I'm held back. My face slams against something hard, forcing my neck to whip to the side and sending a jolt of pain through my body. It hurts. It all hurts. My body is sore, my wrists, and ankles are rubbed raw. It hurts so fucking.

Slap! A hard smack to my face from the other side shoots a throbbing pain across my face. I try to move my arm, but they're tired. Ugh! I try to lean forward after another punch to my stomach. The air leaves my lungs and my chest tightness with pain. I'm pinned by my hands. Pinned back by restraints... the belt. I'm pinned back by the seat belt. The tires screech. The car crashes forward. My body jolts forward. The metal twists and groans. The glass shatters. My mum screams. I can't see her. Only my dad. My vision focuses on the tree. Heat overwhelms my shaking body. And then nothing.

No sound. Shades of glass stick out of my trembling arm. I carefully lift it and grasp the broken glass. My shaking fingers slip and the pain makes me moan in agony. My voice. It's the only noise. I try to move; I need to help them...

"Hannie!" Who's screaming my name? They can't. They can't yell at me. "Wake up!" They never yelled at me. "Babe, wake up!" My body shakes and I struggle to move.
My eyes slowly open. "Hannie?" Minho's face is pained; his light blue eyes look so sad. I blink back the tiredness overwhelming me, and that's when I feel the pain.

"Minho." I wince. Fuck, my body hurts.
"Shit." He lays me down on the bed and crawls to the night stand. He leans over, still on the bed, and reads the back of the bottle. Yes, please. My chest fucking hurts, and these damn abrasions on my ankles and wrists sting like a bitch. I want to climb back to enter the bath.
"Thank you," I managed to say before opening my mouth to take the pill. He tilts the glass of water to my lips and I take it with a trembling hand. Fuck, it hurts.
"Are you alright?" he asks with a wary look. His brows are pinched together, making a deep crease in his forehead.
"I'm fine." I answer, handing the glass back. He takes the glass and sets it on the table. "I fucking hate that you do that," he says, crawling back to lie next to me. He pulls my body gently. "You're not fine." He kisses my neck. "You weren't fine."

I have a vague memory of being in pain before waking up in his arms. "I still hurt, but it will take some time to heal."
"That's not what I'm talking about." His voice is painful. I turn in his arms and watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "You kept saying 'no'." I turn back on my side with my back to his chest and stare across the room.
"It was just a dream." It's the only answer I have for him.
"It was a memory."
"What do you want from me?" I ask him with contempt. His grip on me tightens.
"I just want you to talk to me." He pulls me into his chest and kisses my neck. His tender touch makes me relax.
"I don't know what you want me to say." What can I say? They hurt me. I'm still getting over it. There. What more can I offer?

"You can't just hide from this." His voice is just barely more than a murmur.
"It's not hiding; it's moving on. That's what you do. You move on."
"How can you move on without giving yourself any time to grieve?"
"You want me to be sad?" I turn in his arms and keep far enough away to look straight into his eyes. "Not everyone grieves the same way. Some people take time to really grasp the reality. Others seek out humour and positivity. Then there are people who'd rather just leave what can't be undone alone and move forward with something that they can change." I search his face for his reaction, but he gives me nothing.
"I can't change what happened to me. I'm only in charge of the present and my future. I learned that long ago. And I'm happy with that."
"How can you move on so quickly?" His voice is laced with disbelief.
"I haven't. Grief is a journey. It never ends." Shock sparks in his eyes, and then understanding. If there is an end, I have yet to find it.

"How bad does it hurt?"
"The medicine is already working." It is. My body already feels less tense and the sharp pains have turned dull.
He shakes his head gently. "Not that painful." My chest hurts from his words. My heart clenches and tears prick behind my eyes.
"Some days, a lot. And some days I don't even feel it." He nods his head. "Tell me."
"I don't want to," I say, and my throat is hoarse, making my words crack. I don't. I've tried to talk about it before; I just can't. "Well, there's what happened because of me. That's adding to it."
"Yes. It is." I can't lie. I'm not fucking okay. What they did to me was horrific, and I'm shocked I survived it. But I survived because I fought. And I'm damned proud of that.
"And your ex," he says softly, and guilt eats away at me. I should be grieving more for him. I turn away from him and settle my back against his chest. I'm not responding to that. I don't want to.

"Little tiger?" he asks before kissing my neck. "You really think you'll be alright?" I consider his words.
"Some days I'm overworked and stressed, and I can't seem to figure anything out. But I only need to make it one day at a time. Some moments I remember and it's too much. But most of the time I'm alright. I can be okay. I can live through this. I can continue to live through anything, I suppose."

He's quiet for a long time. So long I think maybe he fell asleep, and I closed my eyes, waiting for sleep to take me. "I wish I could take it all away." His chest vibrates against my back as I register his words. "You know more than you know." It's true. I feel... alive. I haven't felt so much in months. So much desire. I mostly just run through to-do lists. Other than that, there's just Baekhyun. Baekhyun has kept me sane. "Baekhyun makes it all worth it, you know?" He makes me want to smile. And I read somewhere that if you smile enough, it will make you happy. You can't help it. It's biology or something. "If I didn't have Baekhyun, I don't know that I would've survived it all."

"I hope you know how strong you are, Hannie." Strong? I wouldn't call myself strong. Tears prick at my eyes again. I don't ever feel strong. I feel so weak. I feel like I'm holding on to nothing, grasping for a thread that's taunting me. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes and I try to wipe them without him knowing. But he sees. He rises from behind me and kisses away the tears on my cheek and chin.
"I didn't mean to make you cry, little tiger." A heavy sob wracks through my body. I don't know why I'm crying. I don't want to cry. My throat closes as another sob leaves me and I bury my face in my hands. "Let it out, little tiger. It's okay, I've got you." I turn in his arms and cry into his chest. His strong arms wrap around me and hold me close.
"You're alright, little tiger. I've got you." His hands run up and down my back and soothing strokes as he kisses my hair. His loving touch is so unexpected. Everything about him is unexpected. His hot breath on my neck makes my entire body shiver. Another kiss, this time on the tender spot just below my ear. I feel wrapped in his presence. Secure in his embrace. Something in me starts to crack. My armour falls.

I feel myself melt into him.

I feel a need to be comforted by him. A need I only caved to once years ago. It haunted me and left a deep hurt in my chest that I've grown used to. It tightens and twists, threatening to consume me. A mix of loneliness and insecurity. It's fucking hurts. And feeling his arms around me, soothing me, the familiar pain pangs in my chest. I need this. I need him.

I feel a spark ignite deep in my core and a haze of lust comes down around me. It's the same sensation when we first met in his office. My lips part at the memory of when he took me against the wall. I turn and push my chest against his hard chest. My hand cups the back of his head and my lips press against his gently. He moans into my mouth as his tongue tastes mine. His fingers spear my hair before fisting it at the nape of my neck. He pulls back, and his light blue eyes look deep into mine.
My breath hitches and my body overcome with a feeling of ice pricking my heated nerve endings. A chill goes through me as he searches my face for something. Please don't reject me. I need this.

I whimper as he pulls my hair back and leaves open-mouth kisses along my jaw and down my neck. Relief washes through me, and the heat in my core rages with need. I rock my member against his thigh for relief. His firm hand pushes my hip down onto the mattress as he climbs on top of me. He never lets up the kisses on my neck. His hands roam my body, down my waist, my hips. He parts my legs and settles between them and pulls back to look down on me.
"You're so fucking beautiful." I close my eyes and drop my head against the pillow. I'm in dangerous territory. My heart is begging for more. I'm only going to end up hurt. I know it. But I want it. I want him. I need him.

I open my eyes and find him shirtless, his ripped abs and corded muscles enhanced by the shadows in the dark. His hands grip my hips before travelling up my belly, his thumbs pulling my shirt. I lift my back and let him pull the shirt over my head, baring myself to him. His mouth immediately comes down as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and palms my other nipple. His hot tongue massages my hardened peak and my back arches, pushing more of myself into him.
His deft fingers twist the nipple. The hot sensation is directly linked to my member. A whimper escapes me. I brush my member against his hard cock. Too much fabric between us. I need more. My heels dig into the mattress, needing more friction. His teeth bite down gently as he pulls away from me. His grasp on the nipple becomes nearly violent as he pulls back, giving a hint of pain that only adds to the intense pleasure. A wave of heat travels down my body.

His other hand steadied my hip, and then I heard a tear and felt the pull of the underwear against my skin. I force my eyes open as his fingers slip through my ass cheek.
My body shudders beneath the pleasure of his touch. His fingers pump in and out of me relentlessly, and his thumb pushes down harder. A tingle of heat travels through every limb in an instant, and I convulse underneath him, held down only by the weight of his hand splayed on my hip. I hold in my scream, opening my mouth and throwing my head back. The sheer intensity of my orgasm nearly paralyses my body. My body goes limp with pleasure and I finally breathe.

Minho's lips take mine with passion as he lies on bed, pulling my back to his chest. He sucks and nibbles my bottom lip while I try to breath, my chest heaving for air and breaths coming in pants. He pushes into me, slowly and deep. His girth stretches my walls. One of his arms wraps around me and his hand massages my member, while the other cradles my leg, parting my legs for him further. He pushes in and out of me deliberately slow, but deep. All the while kissing me. My moans are trapped in his kiss.
My head falls back as my ass clamps around his dick and that hot wave travels through my body with a vengeance. A strangled cry leaves my lips. His hand grips my chin and tilts my lips to his. But they only touch as he stares into my eyes and pumps into me. Faster and harder, forcing the numbing tingles through my limbs, building with a crippling intensity at my core. His hand moves to my member, and he brushes his fingers on the sensitive tip without mercy, sending me over the edge. His gaze keeps mine as I cum violently, my body trembling in his arms while he continues to pump into me, rutting with a primal need until he finds his own release.

My chest warms and my body opens to him as he gently settles my body and continues to kiss me with a passion I'm not sure I've ever known. I turn in his embrace as best I can, just wanting to be held.
I try to calm my breathing. My trembling hands rest against his corded arm wrapped around my waist. He gently kisses down my jaw, down my neck. His open-mouth kisses leave a warmth that quickly turns to chills as the air hits them. My breathing finally slows, and I turn in his arms. He holds me close against his chest. My eyes open as I watch his chest rise and fall as he calms his own breathing. I hear his heart beating loudly, yet with a steady rhythm. It's hypnotising.

A mix of relaxation and security warms my chest; my heart makes me weak. I swallow the lump growing in my throat and try to push down the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I press my forehead to his chest as my back shudders from the cool air.
Minho reaches down and grabs his shirt from the floor for me. I gave him a small smile and quickly put it on. This is dangerous. Too emotional. I'm too weak to be playing this kind of game. It's not like it was before, where I could just walk away. Where I could live a fantasy and then return to my reality. My heart beats louder and chaotically against my chest. It doesn't trust me, and I don't trust it.

His brows furrowed and his eyes narrow. Just as he asks, "What's wrong?" I hear Baekhyun in the other room.
"Mummy!" he calls out as though he's lost
Minho slides easily off the bed and reaches for his pants. "Stay here; I'll get him," he says, as though it'd be alright for him to go to my son. Baekhyun pushes the door open as I open my mouth to stop Minho.
"Hey little man, Mummy's tired right now, can I read you a bedtime story?" he asks in a sweet voice I didn't know could be uttered from his lips.

My heart beats faster and tries to climb up my throat as he bends down, so he's eye level with Baekhyun. Baekhyun's sleepy eyes focus on Minho as he runs a hand through his hair. He lets out a small yawn and nods his head.
The word escapes my lips and echoes off the walls,

"Red!"

The two look up at me, both with confusion. And then the realisation dawns across Minho's face. My heart crumples in my chest. My throat dries and a soreness leaks through every inch of my body.

I press my lips together and hold back the sobs threatening me, hating myself. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes as I climb carefully off the bed, keeping the shirt down, and walk silently to Baekhyun. My hands shake as they go to his shoulders. Guilt consumes me.

My heart may believe that what Minho and I just shared was something more than a quick, dirty fuck. But logically, I know better. I swallow thickly, avoiding Minho's gaze. I know it was one-sided. And it was stupid. I keep doing stupid things around this man. But not when it comes to Baekhyun.

"It's alright baby, I'll read you a story." I'm almost surprised how easily and calmly the words flow from my lips. But then I remember I've been doing this for quite some time now, hiding the pain and being strong for my son. Only I don't remember it ever hurting this much.

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