This story is dedicated to you if you have ever been abused by someone bigger, stronger, and seemingly more powerful than you. You are not alone. You are infinitely precious. And the trauma you endured is not your fault. Know that you are so loved. And whatever trauma you have been through – it does NOT define you. You are a beautiful rose, a lovely lily, a most precious gem.
Rated M for Mature. This story deals with some difficult topics and involves some graphic situations.
“Kiss me, Yoongi.”
Her command shocked him. He pulled slightly away from her, drawing himself up to his full height, just a few inches taller than her.
“What?”
“I want to know what a real kiss feels like. A gentle kiss. A kiss from a man who would be my rescuer. Not my worst nightmare.”
He gazed sorrowfully down into her eyes. Then he realized they were standing in a bathroom. He bit back a laugh.
“You want our first kiss to happen in a bathroom?”
She turned her head and glanced at the toilet. “Oh.” Her lips twitched. “Not really.”
Her arms still circling his neck, she pulled him out into the hallway. She leaned against the wall. Then her eyes met his own.
“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s just a kiss.”
He nodded. And it was a promise. He would never do anything to her that she didn’t want done to her.
But as he stared down at her, he found the earlier magic was gone. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t find the heady anticipation he’d held earlier. She was gazing up into his eyes, and she saw the change in him too. She began to cry again.
“I’ve ruined it all, haven’t I? If I had just resisted him…”
“Hey, hey. No. Stop that. He was already physically hurting you, wasn’t he? You were terrified that if you fought him, he would hurt you further. You might have even feared for your life…”
She nodded. It was all true. Eun had dragged her into his bedroom and tossed her down onto his bed. He had begun to mess around with the button on her jeans. Then his fingers had found the zipper. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she had just lain on that bed. Her heart pounding out of her chest. She’d been terrified. She’d wanted to fight. But she’d remembered the night he’d pulled the knife on her. So while his hands did things to her against her will, she had gone to the safe place in her mind. She had done her best to block out every single one of his actions. The searing pain of a few moments later along with the foreign sensation had been too much to ignore. But as soon as it was over, she’d gathered her clothes and run for his bathroom. She’d wiped herself clean and dressed. Then she’d fled his apartment. She’d managed to avoid him until today. When he had pulled the knife on Yoongi.
