It was the middle of September, a full month after Newt and Sonya's wedding, one full month where Minho had never left Lynn's side.
They spent every minute of every day together, practically glued to each other's side. The two lovers shared gentle kisses in the morning, long strolls past the lake in the afternoons, and passionate love making in the evening after a wonderful candlelight dinner. It could be described as the pure bliss any couple dreamed to live out, and it certainly was to Minho and Lynn.
But the older male couldn't help but feel the guilt of leaving his wife and three children in Crank Village without telling them what he was doing, how he was doing it, and why he left them. Minho just..well..left his whole family without giving a single trace about his whereabouts, vanishing off the grid into void.
He didn't focus on that though, he focused on what was in front of him, or what was under him.
Lynn's angelic features kept him distracted from all his worrying and guilt, her sweet kisses and steamy glances had Minho fully occupied. She constantly flirted with him even though she was already his, kept him on his toes as she ran around with him in the forests hidden behind the mansion, took late night swims in lake, not even giving a damn that her dress was clinging to her skin. She was in the climax of her life.
The blonde would talk to him of the brilliant moments that happened before he arrived, ones that weren't taken away by the Flare. The day of her tenth birthday to the exact second that she met Minho, telling him her wildest dreams and favorite colors of the day. She played piano for him, rested her feet in his lap as she read a book by the warm fire as the late September winds rattled the windows of her bedroom.
Her words were soft spoken and gentle, speaking intensely about the colors she was going to start wearing for the fall and winter months. She fiddled with the color of Minho's shirt as she rested her pretty blonde head on his shoulder. Lynn would tell him about the plans that had been made for them for that day, doing whatever they wanted since Newt and Sonya were going to be on there honeymoon for two more weeks; giving Lynn the freedom that she deserved.
The part where they got to do whatever they wanted pleased Minho the most.
Minho was able to have his way with Lynn without being caught by Newt was the most pleasurable thing in the world. They would often stay in the bedroom in fear of being caught by one of the maids or footmen if they did it anywhere else, but it was blissful all the same. No more having to love another women that he didn't love in return and finding the most beautiful of girls right in front of him.
Life was perfect. Well, for now at least.
Lynn had suggested that they spend the entire today outside, embracing the pleasureable autumn before they disappeared into the cold harsh weather of winter.
The day was truly splendid. The air was slightly algid but was warm enough to tolerate, winds whistling past their ears the minute they took a step outside. Various trees bended in the breeze, rustling as the honey and orange colored leaves flew off the branches. They gathered in piles of the grassy ground, different colors being spotted amongst the thousands of leaves. The sun beamed down on the mansion and the trees, peeking through big fluffy white clouds as they clustered the sky.
Lake water sparkled in the bright afternoon sunlight, the beams of light reflecting of the murky liquid. Leaves dotted the surface water, refusing to sink to the bottom. Some of the trees casted shade on selected parts of the lake, creating cool spots to swim under if one gets too hot. The trees were willow trees, their long vines making the perfect hideaway from the outside world.
But Lynn though the day was too wonderful to spend it by the lake or in the shade. She said that they should go to the fields of wheat and various wild flowers instead.
So to the fields they went.
Lynn grasped Minho's hand in her own, leading him to this place that she spoke so fondly of.
In Minho's opinion, he wasn't even wondering what this field looked like. He was more focused on the pure beauty in front of him.
Lynn was dressed in maroon for a change, something that Minho found extremely...arousing.
The collar was a deep v-shape, showing off the tiniest amount of the girl's cleavage. The sleeves fell to the crook of her elbows, delicate white lace bordering the edges. A big bow held the back together, the dress being able to come undone with one simple tug. Her tiny white shoes were barely visible as the edge of the dress pooled on the ground beneath her feet. Minho expected to see Lynn's innocent white underskirts under her dress as she went to take her shoes off, but he didn't see any.
The flaxen-haired girl didn't have any undergarments on underneath her dress.
Blood rushed to Minho's cheeks as he felt his pants slightly growing tight. Oh how he wanted to rip that pretty little dress off and have his way with her right then and there.
The second Lynn had her shoes off and in her hand, she extended her other one out to Minho, waiting for him to intertwine their fingers again.
"Come on, we are almost there."
He brought his attention back to the present, wrapping his fingers around her hand as they continued walking.
The field was beautiful.
Wheat went as far as the eye could see, gold sweeping over the landscape. Various wildflowers were dotted across the tall plants, bring splashes of purple, blue, and pink to the grass and wheat. Minho could hear the bubbling of a brook or river in the field, hiding behind the trees that bordered the outline. The sun was shining and reflecting off the yellow tips of the barley, making it seem as if every single plant or crop was shimmering.
Willow trees were creeping on the edges of the field, the long vines swaying in the gentle autumn breeze. The pale green leaves blended into the landscape, barely making it noticeable as the vines dipped to the ground. Birds were perched on the nimble branches, singing some unknown tune.
Lynn dashed off into the field with Minho hot on her tail, the maroon material fluttering behind her as she ran. The golden wheat absorbed her waist, making her feet and legs disappear into the tall crops. Her long flaxen hair flowed behind her, dancing in ripples as she came to a stop; turning to Minho with a blissful smile on her freckled face.
Minho's running changed into jogging as he approached Lynn, his own joyful grin spreading across his face.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Lynn asked, placing her hands on her hips as she took in the sight of natural beauty.
"The field or you?" Minho wrapped his arms around the blonde's tiny waist as he placed a tender kiss to the crook of her neck. He tucked her back into his chest, little butterfly kisses traveling down the soft, rose scented skin of Lynn's neck. These were the moments that Minho will cherish the most, the sweet spare seconds that was completely content.
"The field, Minho." Her angel-like laughter filled the air, blending in with the breeze. "It's the reason I brought you here, you shouldn't be undressing me with your eyes right now."
Minho spun her around in his arms, smashing his lips to hers as he savoured every precious inch of Lynn's body. He could feel her dainty fingers hook around the belt loops of his pants, tugging his hips closer to hers. Minho wanted her to never leave his arms, keep her tight in his embrace and live happily ever after without giving their pasts a second glance. The rough, open-mouthed kisses that Lynn provided him with only fueled the raging fire underneath his heart that made his love for the girl stronger and stronger.
He ran his calloused hands down the sides of her hips, feeling the silkiness of the satin dress. Minho's aching fingers traveled to the small of Lynn's back, playing with the edges of the bow that loosely held together the dress the blonde was wearing. It could pool at her feet so easily with just one light tug.
Lynn tore her swollen pink lips away from Minho's, placing her hands firmly on his chest as they both panted heavily to refill their lungs. The older male took this as an advantage to pepper Lynn's neck with hot kiss, nipping lightly at her skin.
"Minho," Lynn panted breathlessly, dipping her head back in pleasure.
"Yes darling?" Minho nuzzled his head into the crook of neck, the softness of his hair tickling Lynn's neck. He pressed his forehead up against the blonde's, the tips of their noses touching. She gulped air down her throat, those lovely pink lips in a gentle 'o' shape.
In sync, they both opened their eyes; amber eyes meeting almond. Lynn grabbed Minho's collar, getting on her tiptoes to press their hips together. "Please Minho,"
"Anything you want."
The dress practically flew off Lynn's body.
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Lynn wasn't next to him the next morning.
The second Minho opened his eyes from his deep slumber, all that was next to him was a rumple of sheets.
When they had gone to bed last night, she was acting...different.
Her eyes were flickering all over the place, breaths short and hasty, hands constantly fiddling with each other. She looked dazed, her legs not able to keep her weight balanced (considering what Minho did to her that afternoon he could probably tell why she couldn't walk straight.) But she wouldn't be able to focus on anything.
Lynn had fled before Minho could even open his eyes, that had to mean something was up. It meant that elements of the Flare had taken over her mind again. Minho has never really seen what Lynn was like when she had an episode of insanity, he has never experienced what it was like to have a sick, confused person on his hands.
The rain pelted against the window pane, thunder echoing of the ground and lightning descending from the clouds. The sky was a dark grey, seeming as if it was nighttime when it was really eleven in the morning. Rain drops fell into the lake out back, tiny ripples connecting together as it sunk the murky bottom.
A shrill scream was the only thing contrasting the rainy outside.
Minho practically jumped out of bed, the cool of Lynn's room hitting his bare chest. The blonde was outside in the rain, he knew it, he just knew it. The scream had blended in with the crackle of lightning, not even sounding like it was inside the house. Lynn was out there in the rain, doing god knows what.
He sprinted out of the bedroom, racing down the hallway and descending the staircase in two seconds flat. As he jumped down onto the first floor, he saw the evergreen front door was standing wide open; the fog choosing to stay outside inside of invading the large threshold.
Minho didn't even care that his pants were practically soaked the second he dashed outside, he had to find Lynn. He just had to. He didn't know what was going on in her mind or if she was okay. All Minho knew was that he had to find her and keep her safe.
The greenhouse. That's where he found her.
She was huddled up against the trunk of an apple tree, knees drawn to her chest and arms wrapped around herself. The blonde helplessly shivered, not being able to control it as her nightgown clung to her skin. The edges of the dress were muddy and drown, losing its innocent white color; the pink ribbons hung loosely at her sides, not even bothering to be tied.
Lynn's beautiful flaxen locks were drenched, forming wet strands that lost its curl. Amber eyes were no longer vibrant, they were a murky russet instead of hazel; red lines spidering out from her iris'. A long scratch went from her cheekbone to the right corner of her lips, blood slowly trickling down her chin. Her feet were covered in blood, short and deep gashes dotted across the bottom of her feet from the multiple tree roots and twigs that were scattered on the ground outside.
Lynn looked like she was taken directly out of a horror novel.
But she didn't act like a crazed psychopath. Her delicate body shook with each sob that escaped her dry lips, trembling hands hiding her face from Minho the second he in. Minho immediately gathered her in his arms, holding her tight to his chest as he listened to the crazed cries that she spoke.
"They were awful Minho!" She sobbed, huddling closer to the older man. "They had black hoods over their faces, horrifying smiles that were spreading across their cheeks!"
He pressed his lips to Lynn's forehead, feeling the warmness transferring onto his lips. She had an escalating fever.
"Th-they kept coming towards me, not leaving me alone when I screamed for them to stop. And the just wouldn't stop!"
Minho could feet her hot tears hit his chest, the wet strands of her hair creating a curtain around her gentle face.
"My darling," Minho said softly, brushing her hair out of her face. He cupped her face with his warm hand, feeling her lean into his touch. "Everything's going to be alright, you're safe." Lynn gazed up at him with her watery eyes, sniffling lightly.
"Ar-are you sure?" Lynn stuttered, looking off to the side as she kept her hands cradled against her chest.
"I'm sure," Minho leaned down and placed a loving kiss on her lips. "Now let's get you washed up alright?"
Lynn nodded her head in agreement, twisting her arms around his neck as Minho plucked her off the ground.
Hopefully life would be alright...hopefully.