Your pov:

"You don't get it, do you?! There are consequences of breaking rules, y/n!"

"I'm sorry....I was coming home early, b-but my friends---"

I felt a burning sensation on my cheek, tears falling from my eyes. He didn't stop hitting me. Hit after hit, punch after punch. He didn't let me go until I had bruises. Bright, purple bruises that hurt a lot.

"You're not my girlfriend, you're some slut! Do you hear me?! You're just a whóre!!"

I gasped and sat up in bed, breathing quickly. It was just a dream. Only a bad dream.

But it was the past now, I broke up with my abusive boyfriend way back. I'm happy right now as I am.

I look around and it clicks to me that I fell asleep in Baekhyun's room. I quickly run outside his room, and into the living room, accidentally bumping into Kyungsoo.

"I'm s-sorry! Did you see Baekhyun anywhere?" I mumble and kept my head lowered.

"It's alright. He's outside, taking fencing classes. Your face...it's red. Are you fine?" He seemed to notice my flustered face and questioned me.

"I'm alright, just had a bad dream. I'll wait till Baekhyun gets back." I manage a smile and look at him.

"As you wish. I'll be in the kitchen, call me if you need anything anytime." He chuckled and heads off.

I stood in the living room, pacing back and forth nervously. Why was I even nervous?

Suddenly, the front door opens and Baekhyun walks in, sweating profusely.

He takes his coat and jacket, along with this woolen cap off, throwing them to me. "Wash those. I need them clean by tomorrow."

I nod and head off to the laundry machine, putting them to wash. Quickly, I head back to Baekhyun.

He lounges over the couch, leaning his head back. "Y/N, Get me some lemonade. And hurry."

I nod hesitantly and head to the kitchen, preparing some cold lemonade for him. I pour it in a glass and place it on a tray, walking outside.

I hand him the glass and take the tray back, waiting for him to finish.

"What the heck is this?!" He scowls and throws the glass away, and I flinch as it shatters in pieces.

"Why is that still so sour?! It's bitter, really bitter! Did you not put sugar in it or you did that on intention?! Clean up the mess now, damn." He rolled his eyes and walks upstairs. "After you're done cleaning, finish the laundry then make me something to eat. I'm starving." He says as he walks upstairs.

What's with the sudden attitude change? This is probably what exactly I was hired for.

I was hired to tame the devil.