Hello again! Here is the next chapter of Feel Again. None of the characters are mine, all the mistakes however belong to me.

Chapter 1 – The Night-time Conversations

It was hot. She felt the fire burning through her thick jacket. And it hurt, it hurt so bad. Tears trickled between her closed eyelids, leaving cooling trails on their wake. She could hear the fire crackling somewhere nearby and the smoke made her cough.

She tried to open her eyes. It was all blurry and when her vision finally focused she saw Min atop of her kidnapper. When he rose, he was covered in blood. It glowed red against his pale face. She closed her eyes again. She thought she heard a scream, but whose, she could not tell.


She opened her eyes again when all breath rushed out of her lungs and she felt like every bone in her body was crushed. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. It was dark and she was scared. She felt hot tears stream down her cheeks and she lifted her hand to her neck. It came away, warm and sticky and so red. She gazed at her palm covered in blood and screamed.

Hear screams were hoarse rasps when Hwang finally rushed to her side calling out her name. Dong Man was stuttering helplessly when Hwang barked at him to call for an ambulance.

"Yoo!", Hwang desperately grabbed at her hand witch was clutching and tearing at her throat. "Prosecutor Yoo! You're okay, I'm here. Stop it, you'll hurt yourself!" Her unseeing eyes were full of terror as her body convulsed. Hwang felt his eyes fill with tears and quickly grabbed at her wrists, keeping her from injuring herself further. Raising his eyes, he scanned the balcony above and noticed the glow. Fire! His mind screamed and not a second later there was an explosion.

He covered trembling Yoo and waited for the dust to subside, before raising and glancing upwards. Blue eyes met his and Hwang swallowed. His alive. Thank god, his alive! Dong Mans screams tore his eyes from the man upstairs and he saw an ambulance pull into the parking lot. He watched helplessly as the medics raised the still hysterical woman onto a stretcher and sedated her. He was still standing at the same spot, when the sirens faded into the background.


The first thing she heard was the rhythmic peeping of a machine. It was strangely soothing and for a while she let herself to be lulled back into the sleep. But when she heard the sound of a chair being moved across the room, it felt as loud as an explosion and her eyes flew open. It was dark and her breathing quickened. Gasping she pressed a hand over her chest. And that is when she saw him.

He was only a silhouette, standing in front of a window, but still she recognised him. All the memories rushed back, and she felt the weight of all the horrors fell heavy on her shoulders. There was a fire, her mind screamed trying to go over the recent events as fast as it could. A bomb! She gasped, there had been a bomb. Had he really managed to defuse it on time? She didn't think he had. And when her memories finally reached her last minutes consciousness she felt her mouth open, yet no words came out. She sagged backwards, clutching her blanket, the image of him being shot and bloody still fresh on her mind.

Then, without a further thought she threw the blanked from her and stood. Dizzy and weak she would have fallen if he hadn't caught her. Deep inside she felt her organised half scream out in protest of being so near to a creature as dangerous as him, but she swallowed down her fear. When their eyes met, she felt like crying and screaming at once. It was still him after all. His familiar gaze bore into hers, his arms grasping her shoulders. She hated him! Her fingers balled into tiny fists wanting to make him hurt as much as she did. At the same time she wanted to hug him and never let go. She broke.

Tears burst form her eyes and her breathing hitched. She clutched armfuls of his jacket in a death grip and shook. She tried to yell at him for never telling her anything. Ask him what the hell was wrong with him, and who he really was? Who was the read head? Was he okay, she had seen him getting shot! So many questions and almost no answers.

In the end, she only lowered her head, bumping against his chest when she squeezed her eyes shut at the overwhelming rush of emotions. It was unfair. HE was unfair. And there was nothing she could do.

She did not know how much time passed, but when her tears finally slowed and her arms felt raw from clutching his jacked with all her might, she felt him gently tugging her forward. Numbly she let him push her backwards to her bed and sat. Her small fist was still holding his jacket, her fingers turned from white to bluish from the lack of circulation. Her emotions had burned bright and now she felt shallow. What was one supposed to feel in a situation like that?

Her head felt heavy and hung low on her chest. She heard him sigh and felt the mattress sag as he sat down next to her. She jumped as his hand covered hers and gently untangled her fingers. Their eyes met and she just gazed back. Was he still the man she knew, or at least thought she had known? Surprisingly, he held her gaze, letting her, for the first time, see past his iron walls. And her breath caught at the sight of so much pain and regret. How one person could withhold so much without going insane, she didn't know. Sadness overwhelmed her.

As if reading her mind, he broke the gaze and started to stand. Her arm flew out and clutched his jacket once more. No more would she allow him to run away. She had earned that much at least. Their eyes met, hers round and wide with anxiety, his glowering with stubbornness.

Awkwardly he held his position for a minute, before reluctantly sitting down again. Her body relaxed and she turned to gaze outside the window. The trees were gently moving with the breeze and she thought she could hear the gentle rustling of the leaves. The night was clear and full moon shone through the window casting long shadows on the floor.

She marveled the deceptively peaceful sight and unconsciously huddled closer to the prosecutor. Her grip tightened when she felt him move, but he only reached out with his free hand to grab a blanked from a nearby chair and laid it over her shoulders.

She sighed and with newly found courage gingerly rested her head on his shoulder. He tensed. "Why?" His low voice rung out in the empty room and she startled and the sudden sound. "Why are you like this?" She didn't answer. She saw his fingers tightening into a fist, knuckles turning white. For a moment, she didn't answer. "Why are you here?" her voice sounded hoarse and she remembered her injury. Slowly she raised her hand to touch the thick bandage around her throat.

He tensed even more and stood again. "I will leave". He walked towards the door. Yoo felt the unfairness of the whole situation suffocate her. "No! You owe me that much at least!" Her voice broke and her hand flew to her throat once more. It hurt.

He whirled around, eyes ablaze. "Did you not see?" his voice was too loud and she flinched. "Did you not see enough? What more could you want from me?" His chest was heaving and she saw his arm trembling.

Slowly she stood and the blanked fell from her shoulders. "Yes. I saw." She moved forward until she was standing directly before him. "Why are you here", she whispered again. He just stood there, refusing to meet her gaze. Yoo felt her lip quirk into a little smile. That was the man she had known for two years. Unbelievably stubborn and frustrating. As they were standing there Yoo admired the power she felt.

For the first time, she had made Min Tae Yeon listen to her. Encouraged by her own thoughts, she took his hand and tugged him forward. When he didn't move instantly, she felt a cold hand clutch her heart, and at the next moment wanted to scream out loud from relief, when he let her tug him forward. She sat on the couch beneath the window and after a moment he sat next to her. The room was quiet except for the rhythmic breathing of a man beside her and she had almost fallen asleep, when she felt him stand abruptly.

She rubbed her eyes defiantly and looked up. His expression, when he looked down at her wide eyes, made her heartbeat quicken. He grabbed the fallen blanked and covered her once more. Without a word she watched him take his place again and close his eyes. She let out a sigh, pulled a blanket tighter under her chin and closed her eyes.

A/N: This was it for this time! Stay tuned for Chapter 2 - Frustration, where Detective Hwang will make an appearance and Prosecutor Min is not so pleased. Also, please take a minute and leave me a review. Thought/ideas/requests/criticism - everything is welcomed and highly appreciated!