Disclaimer: I am merely borrowing these celebrity names of Korean Artists. This story nowhere pertains to any of their real lives.

Korean words:

Noona: It means Older Sister from a younger male. You don't have to be related to call someone that. It's pronounced "Noo - nah."

Hyung: Hyung is a word used by korean males to address another male older than them who they are close to.

Hyung literally means "older brother"

Chapter 2

"Noona!"

I made it.

I finally made it.

My legs gave out and I fell to the floor; they ached. My throat felt dry as I attempted to catch my breath; but it was terribly hard as sob after sob came out. I desperately gripped on to my ripped clothes; those monsters had pulled at my skirt and my shirt so viciously. They hurt me. My vision clouded with tears, but I pulled my hands to the front of myself and pushed off the floor. I need to see Seung Hyun; I need to see him safe. I felt some one kneel next to me and place a hand on my shoulder, shaking it. Panic immediately struck me and I tried pushing the person away, but the person persisted. I felt utterly frightened as the person tried to take hold of my shoulders.

"Noona! Please." I was drowning in fear and I couldn't decipher the voice. Only one thing was going through my head. They had found me; those monsters had found me.

"Stop it, please! Don't do this!" Even my own voice sounded foreign. My sobbing became uncontrollable, my actions violent.

"NOONA!" The monster shook my shoulders.

"Noona, it's ME! It's me! Seung Ri!" The person wiped at my eyes with there sleeve and I saw him. It really was just Seung Ri. I stopped resisting, but my tears were unyielding. He immediately pulled me into his arms and I could feel his body shaking. My fingers gripped onto his sweater as he held me tightly, but it did nothing to alleviate the panic my heart felt. Where was Seung Hyun? "Noona, who did this to you?"

I shut my eyes as I tried basking in the thought that I was out of harms way and that I was in the arms of a dear friend.

Slowly I opened my eyes; I need to see Seung Hyu- .

There he was. He stood meters away from us, with a mop and a broom in his hand. His elegant eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pressed into a firm line. He was unharmed. Safe. Relief washed over me like a bucket of ice cold water. "Who would do this to you?" Seung Ri spoke in a choked whisper, his voice cracking at the end of his question. Softly, I released him as Seung Hyun placed the mop and broom down. I watched as he took off his hoodie and swiftly made his way in front of me. Easily he lifted me to a stand and gently took my wrists, but I winced. Those monsters had mercilessly tied my wrists together when they- when they…

Perverse hunger filled eyes flashed in my mind. An onslaught of emotions took hold of me and I hunched forward, tears overflowing. I did not need to look up at him to see that he was taking the moment to take my appearance in. I could feel his scrutinizing gaze rove over my face and down my body. He lifted the sleeve of his hoodie and lightly dabbed at my numb bottom lip, staining it with my blood. Seung Hyun then held my arms and slipped his hoodie on to me; cloaking me in its warmth. "We're going home, Seung Ri. I'll call Teddy." His deep voice was peremptory, his eyes hard. With gentle hands, he led me out the doors, leaving a confused Seung Ri on the floor of the convenience store.

Seung Hyun brought me to his motorcycle where he placed my helmet on my head and even went as far as securing it. Sitting on his motorcycle, he waited for me to get on. I couldn't, I felt dirty and ashamed. He turned to look at me and I looked away. With a sigh, he stepped off and picked me up by my waist, placing me on his motorcycle. With out a warning, Seung Hyun took my hands and wrapped my arms around his waist. I could feel his warmth through his t-shirt; it grounded me. This was real, Seung hyun was safe. They said they were going to hurt him, but he was safe. I shut my eyes as I held him close, tears leaking out. Whether, he felt my body shake from crying or felt my tears at the back of his shirt, he did not let on.

The ride to his apartment was shorter than the usual twenty minutes. When we got there, Seung Hyun led me to the washroom where he sat me down on top of the toilet. He didn't speak a word and I was beginning to feel angry. I wanted his words. Selfishly, I wanted to hear his voice; I wanted to here a different tone. No, I did not want the monotone; I did not want to hear indifference. Silently, I watched as he left the washroom only to return with a shirt and shorts in his hands. He placed them in my lap and opened the taps to the tub, letting it fill up; making sure to add soap to create bubbles. He looked at me, his eyes softened as they bore into mine, as if searching for something in my own.

I couldn't hold his gaze. His eyes were so arresting; there was so much depth in them and yet they held many questions. My confusing emotions had me feeling demure as I looked away with the sensation of my cheeks warming.

When it was full, he turned away as I stripped down and sat down in the tub.

The water was warm enough to soothe my aching body, but I could not relax. Seung Hyun's back was imposing, as he stood rigid, ready to walk out. The moment I raised my hand out of the water, he took a step towards the door. Not wanting to be left alone to my thoughts, I grabbed for his hand but missed as I caught the bottom of his shirt. I want him near me, no; I need him by my side. These thoughts, my action's, they are nothing but selfish; I know. Nevertheless, when it really comes down to it, I'm just a scared child who can't live a day with out him by my side. How terribly naive it sounds; I should know better, right? But I can't help it. He's my Best Friend, my one and only confidant. He paused, but did not turn his head.

His shoulders became slack as he quietly sighed. Taking my hand in his, he sat down on the floor, his back leaning against the tub. Seung Hyun lightly tugged me forward to bring my arm on top of his shoulder. For a moment, we sat in the quietness of his washroom, with nothing but the sound of our breathing. I could feel his thumb lightly brushing across my wrist where they had tied me. And then, I felt his lips press softly to the back of my hand, spreading a tingling sensation down my body. I find it peculiar how his mere touch can make me feel so warm- and for some reason it's a feeling I never want to leave me.

That's when he spoke my name.

"Yoo Bin."

"Who did this to you? And exactly what did they do to you?" I wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his back as I held back the tears that sprang to my eyes.

"As much as this might hurt, I need you to tell me every single detail." His low voice held comforting patients. "Please."

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I had to push down the anxiety that I felt building up at the pit of my stomach as the vibrant memory of grubby hands harshly holding me down and condescending hazel eyes came to my mind. I had felt chillingly cold under that man's twisted smirk, as those haunting hazel eyes watched as his accomplices stripped me of my virginity and assaulted me. They had spat words of hate, and questioned me endlessly about Seung Hyun; calling him terrible names and the like. I refused to answer any of there questions, which resulted in searing punches to my face. Even when I had gotten to knee one of them in the crotch and get up to run, they easily took me down again; and that man simply laughed. To say the least, it was sickening. The man with haunting eyes found amusement in my pain, as though watching me struggle and be raped was as entertaining as a video game. It was something I had never thought possible of any human being.

Seung Hyun placed his larger hand over mine, bringing my hand up to kiss my palm. With a deep breath I started. "Everything was fine at first… I got the job and even met a new trainee." I tried smiling; I tried to suppress my shaky voice and sound remotely okay. "We even took the train home together, he was so nice, Seung Hyun. I was so happy too…" I sighed. The trainee, whose name was Dong Young Bae, had such a gentle smile. I'm so glad I bumped into him in at IT entertainment, with out him, I wouldn't have made it to my job interview on time. He was the first person to welcome me into the company as a new employee.

"B-But maybe if I had payed more attention, to my surroundings… T-Then maybe I would've noticed that there were people following me when I got off the train… Silly me." I tried laughing it off, but it only came out sounding pathetic. "I was walking to the bus stop when I felt a sharp pain at the back of neck and after… I think I may have blacked out. Because I remember feeling woozy, closing my eyes, and then waking up in a room, on a bed... I guess I blacked out. Sitting at the edge of the bed was this man dressed in a suit." The man had turned to me and smiled so kindly that I would have smiled back. However, given the circumstances, e.g that I was in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar man; I did not smile back. "He said his name was C.J." I felt Seung Hyun stiffen at the name. Even the way that man introduced himself was polite. "And that he had couple of questions to ask me."

"So I stood up, thanked the man, and went to leave. But before I could even get near the door, three men came in. I tried moving past them and I even tried pushing past them; but they wouldn't budge." All the man in the suit did was watch in amusement as I attempted to leave, knowing that my efforts were in vain. Eventually I turned to C.J. to see him smiling again. "I asked C.J. what he wanted from me, but he just repeated what he had said to me before; that he had a couple of questions to ask." C.J. then motioned for me to take a seat back on the bed, but I refused to do so. I tried being firm with him but even the three men laughed. "Then one of the men that stood near the door forced me to sit down on the bed. C.J. said that the questions weren't long and that he only had four." I tried getting up to leave again but the same man, who had forced me to sit, pushed my shoulders down to stay seated.

"All the questions that they asked had something to do with either you, or your Dad's company." Each, question pertained to Seung Hyun, but the only two questions I remember vividly were the first and last. The first because none of them had gotten on top of me yet and the last because it was the last thing C.J. said before laughing and answering it himself. I was in too much pain to properly remember the other two. "He asked if I knew when your Dad was going to launch 'the package' out to the public. But I refused to answer and C.J. slapped me across the face." C.J.'s face had turned hard and his polite persona had dissipated into the tension filled room. That's when I knew, with out a doubt in my mind, that I was not going to leave the room anytime soon.

"He asked the question again and he only got angrier when I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. Then he started making threats, saying that he'd hurt you and me. Especially me if I refused to answer him." C.J. tried holding my face in his hands but I moved away from his touch. In turn, his men held me in place. He spoke with a mad glint in his hazel eyes, saying that he had little time to spare and that he'd only ask two more times. In addition, if I were to not provide the right answer, then I was going to suffer the consequences.

So suffer I did.

"I didn't answer C.J. so he told the men to have fun and left the room." I gulped. "They… p-pushed me down o-onto the bed". My emotions had built up at the back of my throat making it hard for me to continue and tears were freely flowing. I was now sobbing into Seung Hyun's back. "They pushed me down and punched me when I struggled too much against them. They scratched me and stuck themselves in me, Seung Hyun. Those monsters took my virginity away from me. I'm so filthy!" I pulled away from him as I lathered my hands with soap and began scrubbing mercilessly at my skin; scrubbing extra hard in the places they had touched me. Seung Hyun turned around with a frown on his lips and placed his hand over mine, making me pause.

"Stop," His voice was firm.

I looked at him unabashedly with tears streaming down my face and all I could see was patients in his eyes. He wiped my tears and placed his hands in his pockets.

"Turn around and don't look." I faltered but listened. I could hear him stand up and hear his clothes moving across his skin. Then I felt him step into the tub and sit down; my cheeks instantly burned. Hugging my legs to my chest, I scooted as far away from him as I could. "Relax, you silly girl." The water shifted signaling that he had moved closer, my eyes widened. He placed his hands on my arms and easily pulled me near. "If you keep on scrubbing yourself the way you do, your skin is going to turn all red. Look at me." I shook my head as I tried to scoot away. "I'm wearing shorts, Yoo Bin, look." I hesitantly turned to look at him and I could see his knees above the water that were indeed clad in shorts. I sighed, Seung Hyun gave me a small smile, and my heart fluttered, my cheeks felt even warmer. He took the sponge that lay on the edge of the tub, lathered it with soap, and began to scrub my back.

It was as if we were children again. Only this time, we weren't four year olds who didn't know better and who were dirty from playing in the mud. We were twenty year olds with heavy hearts.