Is it morning?

It must be...but I can't really tell, because my eyes are closed....
What...
What happened?
Did I....
Save Leo?
Did they get his crazy psycho father?
Is Leo ok?
Am I...ok?
There's so many questions that I want answers to...but...
I don't want to open my eyes.
In fear that....I might come face to face with only one arm instead of two, or a horrible scar or wound that will haunt me for the rest of my life...
No. I'll take another nap, and then wake up, to face the harshness of the hospital. I know I'm in a hospital. And I hate hospitals. Because every time I think of a hospital, I keep on seeing my sister's small, fragile little face...lying there pale, in a hospital bed too big for her little body...no color left on her cheeks...no smiles...or life...they just bring back to many horrible memories...I wonder if I should hide this too...just like I hid the Kris incident from her...probably. It's for the best.

No. I'll wait. There's no point of coming face to face with my awful injury, or those atrocious white hospital lamps, that hit you straight in your pupils, and momentarily blind you...no. I can take another nap. I'll keep them closed...
The most important thing, is that I'm alive...
And I hope Leo is too...
But?
I can't sleep...
I'll try changing side.
But...even I change 100 times, I've still been lying here for 5 minutes, without getting drowned by it.
It's because...
I hear...voices.
Soft voices. Low voices. Happy voices. And...really familiar ones too.
I turn to my right side, to where the voices are coming from, and strain my ear to hear better.
I hope I don't look like I'm having a seizure or something...I mean straight body, but outstreched neck and head? I probably look like a possum playing dead or something.
Wait...is it..
Leo?
Well, it sounds a lot like his cute, tiny, kitten voice....it must be him.
He's ok?
Oh thank god...
So...I did save him?
So...I didn't get shot in vain?
Aww...now I think I can handle the horror of my injuries...because I know it was for a cause.
It was to save my friend's life.
But...where was I shot??
All I remember is my arm...going numb, and bleeding...a lot...
I remember Leo's petryfied look...and the screaming...and that lunatic...
I seriously hope they caught him, and throwed him in a pit, because I'm not always gonna be here to jump in front of bullets for Leo...
He will come back for him...
And maybe next time...he'll be lucky...
And then it's, lights out for Leo...
But....I recognize all the member's voices...but also....
There's one that....
I think I recongnize...but I don't want to believe I do...
Because that voice has nothing to do with VIXX...or anything.
The only thing it's related with...is me...
But, no. It can't possibly be...
No...
But...
The more I listen to it...
The more convinced I get....
It can't be...
Kris?
Can it?
I need to know.
I crack open my right eye, just enough to be able to get a blurry/clear version of what's going on.
I see, Leo, Ravi, Ken, Hyuk, Hongbin, N and....
Kris.
It really is him...but...how?
Am I...
Dreaming?
I must be...
But...everything looks so life-like.
The members sitting on the room's chairs, with both worried but also cheerful expressions. Sitting there and chatting with Kris, who looks the most worried...his red-dyed hair still there...it...i-it can't be....I'm dreaming...

Well, let's find out. I'm done pretending to be sleeping. I need answers, and I need them now.
I slowly open my eyes, and begin to sit up on the hospital bed, trying to lean on the impossibly uncomfortable pillows behind my back...
All the guy's heads instantly snap to my direction. All their faces light up, and they stand up to help me and of course...hug me...
The first one to get to my side was Leo. I look him up and down. He's fine. No injuries. No wounds. Nothing. He's fine....which means...
I'm not.
I take my vision away from Leo's smiling, and tearing face, and look up and down my body. I'm wearing one of those hideous white hospital robes, that patients wear. It so ugly...anyway. I look at my right arm. Nothing. My chest. Nothing. My left arm...
Bandages. Stiches. And...blood.
I knew I got shot. But I didn't know where. Well...at least, I'm still alive. And it doesn't look like a big wound. It's probably just a minor flesh wound....but I don't know if the bullet got inside...can I...
Can I move it, at all?
I test it.
I reach out for Leo with my left arm.
Thankfully, it does what my brain signaled it to do. It still works...whew. It hurts a little...but it works...
I reach up to Leo's tearing cheek, and start gently stroking it with the tips of my fingers. He looks relieved..and oh so guilty...
Leo...
"....Hi...." I groggily say to him, while giving him a calm smile. "...you know...you owe me big time..." I say jokingly, while weakly chuckling.
He starts to painfully laugh, but then....as I figured, he breaks down. He puts his arms around my aching upper-body and hugs it gently while, sobbing bitterly.
"...I'm so...s-so...sorry....!" he manages to choke out through my hair.
Poor Leo....why does this boy always have to be crying?
He cried for his mum....for his father...for me...
Well...if I had a psycho-dad who was after me to kill me...then I guess I'd be crying a lot too...
"...Leo...it's ok. Don't cry. I'm alive. You're alive. That's all that matters...right?" I whisper gently to him, while rubbing circles in his back.
He sniffs, and then weakly nods.
But when he pulls away and looks at me, I can tell that he's not convinced.
His eyes are red, and swollen. And he still looks guilty.
How long was he crying? Because he had red eyes, even before he broke down a couple seconds ago.
Poor kid...he feels so responsible for everything. But....it was his father's fault, and not his...I need to clear this up.
I need to find out what's going on with his family....
Before it gets us all killed...
"Umm....do you guys mind..if, you could leave us alone for a minute? We need to talk." I look at everyone in the room, while gesturing to me and Leo. Even Kris. Who now has a bit of a startled expression, instead of a happy one. He points his finger at himself and mouths 'me too?'. I nod, while giving him a look that says, 'yes, you too.'
That must've hurt him. Because instead of going out happily and respectfully like everyone else...he kind of sagged his legs, and went ever so slowly. And when he reached the doorway, he turned arround, and gave a hurt expression, like a dog that's been kicked out of the house, and sent outside to the rain. And with that last look, he turns around, and walks out, while closing the door behind him.
I'll talk to him later...
"Leo...can you please take a seat? There's some things I want to ask you...Is it ok?" I ask kindly. I really want to learn about his life,and why his father is like that, and how it all happened.
"Of course." he says with a cheerful grin, while sitting down on the chair nearest to me. I hope he keeps that grin.
"Leo...I know this will bring back things that you probably want to forget...but...can you please talk to me about your...family?" I ask ever so lightly and delicately. I don't want to be to brash, and blunt. It's probably a very serious matter.
His previous grin gets replaced with a more serious and coldly mundane one. I triggered something...here goes.
He averts his gaze, takes a couple shaky deep breaths, and then returns it. Now it's more calm.
"Ok...you deserve an explanation...I mean, you did save my life." he brightens up for a second, but then goes back.
I just sit there with a gentle, friendly and interested expression. Kinda like Jesus.
"Well...my father wasn't always that crazy psychopath you saw yesterday...believe it or not, he was actually a successful business-man. With money, looks and power. He was a very kind man too...he took care of me and my mum...he bought us everything, gave us love, comfort, and a nice house and place to live in. ...I loved him so much..." his gaze was calm and kind of glad, when remembering the good times. He looked at me with sincere eyes...but now, his gaze left from mine, and is now staring coldly at the side of the bed. And when his voice comes out, it lost it’s sound of nostalgia...it's rough and pained now.
"...that is...until he became friends with this jack ass...that guy introduced him to the world of drugs, prostitutes and gambling. ...he...h-he...." Leo looks down to the floor and sniffs, while continuing, his voice made out of pure dissapointment and hurt now, "he lost all his money...became a drug addict...lost his job...and..." he sobs the last part. He then covers his broken face with his hands and weaps. But only for a minute or two...and then he continues while shakily wiping the tears from his face. "...M-my mum..had to go to work to support us...but...my dad had taken a turn for the worst. Not only did he do drugs...but he was also an alchoholic now, and he used to bring all the other gambling scumbags, and play poker right in the middle of our living room...he played off almost everything that my mum worked all day to make...and when she tried to tell him off, he...h-he..."
Leo suddenly gets up from the chair and walks to the far end of the room, his back to me. I can here his weaping all the way to were I'm lying kind of taken aback by his life story...
Leo....I realized he had family problems...but...I didn't realize that they were THAT bad. A drug addict/alchoholic/gambling father, who tried to kill him and his mother?
I'm suprised he hasn't broken down and gone insane yet...I would've. He must be a very strong person on the inside.
I need to give him some sort of comfort.
I take the blankets off of me, carefully stand up off the bed, and while wobbling a little, I walk over to where Leo is standing.
Before he even knows it, I carefully wrap my good arm and bad arm around his small waist. I rest my head on his back and stroke the bottom part of his torso gently and comfortingly. I think I actually like the role of the Comforter. You 're not the one feeling the pain. But you’re the one who takes it away.
Leo stops the water works for a second, but then starts again...
"Shh...it's ok Leo....if you don't want to continue I won't force you too...I think I understood anyway...he beat your mother up, right?" I ever so heart-warmingly say.
And I mean it. If he doesn't wanna talk, then I'm not going to force him too. I don't want to open up the scars of the past....it must be too painful. I think I've heard enough anyway.
But...despite all odds he shakes his head.
"No...it's ok...I'll continue..." he says bravely, but also slightly broken. "he beat her up, like you said...but she still stayed with him...that's how much she loved him. Even though he beat her to a bloody pulp everyday...she still stayed with him. But....only when he started targeting me, did she decide it was time to go. So, we packed our stuff and left at midnight when he wasn't at home....like fugitives. We stayed at a colleague's house, until my mum found a better job, and made enough money to buy a decent house....that little cottage you saw...and that was the last we ever saw of him. He never found our house, and never bothered us again. The last I heard of him, was that he went to prison, charged with the murder of one of his 'friends' ...and he's been there ever since. But it looks like he was released...and now he's back..."
He was strong all this time. Each and every word coming out clear, powerful and sad. But when he finished...his legs gave up on him.
He collapsed in my arms. I had to drag him by the waist, to one of the chairs and sit him on it. I was terrified that he passed out. Oh no, Leo. Don't do this to me. Please.
"Leo!!! Leo...wake up!!!" I started shaking his shoulders, but when I saw that did absolutely nothing, I gave him a light slap, on his right cheek. That worked. He woke right up, and looked pale, dazed and confused.
"What...did..d-did I..pass out? Did I at least manage to tell you everything before?" he looks up at me with asking eyes.
I sigh with relief, and put both my hands on his shoulders, and sternly tell him,
"Don't do that!!!" but then, I break out in giggles, not able to contain my bitch-face any longer. I wrap my arms around his neck and say joyously, "Do you always do that? Anyways...thanks for...sharing your story with me...and don't worry, we'll catch your father. He'll go straight back to prison for trying to kill you...and for shooting me instead..." I end off jokingly.
He bitterly giggles, some pain still evident in his voice.
I move my hands away from him, and put my forehead onto his, and say completely seriously,
"I'm serious. We will catch your father. He will go back to prison. I'll make sure of it. Ok?" I end off with a wink.
Leo has a little pink developing on his cheeks now. He looks away from my gaze, and nervously nods and says, "...thank you....for everything..." He glances to my arm, while saying the last part.
"Oh. No prob. I'd do it for anyone." I cheekily say. I then hug him one last time.
But...just as I'm about to let go of him...

Kris walks in.

Crap...
And he doesn't look all that amused at the scene in front of him. He looks like a male cat that's ready to gouge out the eyes of another cat that’s stealing his female.
Well..it's kind of true. I mean if I saw a person that I have expressed my love for, hugging pretty lovingly (in his mind, because everything is suspicious to people who are in love) with another person...then I'd look like a serial killer too.
Kris clears his throat, and I quickly stop hugging Leo, and turn to him. Leo quickly stands up, and wipes the remaining tears from his eyes.
"Well...what have we got here? A reunion of friends...? Or something more?" He coldly mocks, while leaning against the doorway.
He's angry. I can tell. Oh no. I hate misunderstandings.

Me and Leo start to ramble, about how I was comforting him, and nothing else, and how we're friends and blah, blah, blah...but I think what went in his one ear, and came out the other, without even getting processed or understood.
"Mhm..." he continues mocking, with eyes like death. He's starting to scare me. I only ever felt this scared the first time I saw him that morning. In front of the SM Building. When he greeted himself, and I turned him into a really nice guy, by talking English to him.
He was never cold to me ever again since that day....until now that is.
Is he...going to hurt Leo? Oh..please don't do all those crazy things that people in love do...
Please...
Just as I was ready for Kris to lunge at either me, or Leo...Leo's phone rings.
He walks to his bag and scrambles for it, before it closes. He finds it, and when he saw the ID, he runs past Kris, and apologetically bows, while running out the door.
Kris just rudely and carelessly, moves to the side to let him get out.
I wonder who it might be? Is it his mother? A family member?
His...
Father?
Well...I'll just have to ask later...
Right now, I've got problems of my own.
Like the glare Kris is giving me, and the way he's walking up to me, like he's going to beat me up....isn't he even happy to see that I'm alive and well?
I guess Jealousy beats Love.
Great.
"So..." he says with crossed arms while standing inches away from me. He's as cold as ice again. "Would you mind explaining what you were doing with you arms wrapped around another guy like that?"
Is he serious? Does he even know...about how broken down and scarred Leo is? Has he even heard what he's been through?


"...Are you serious?" I answer really roughly and frankly...pissed off. "Do you know that Leo almost got killed by his father? And that he poisoned his mother? And that he shot his friend? Do you even...care? Or has 'love' sucked the logic out of you?!" I shout at him, enraged at how careless and unsypathetic he is acting right now.
He goes from looking cold and angry...to confused and hurt.
"....so....that's what happened? That's why you were shot? ...Oh...I-Im so sorry..I didn't know..." He honestly apologizes. He looks very ashamed and embarassed. He finally realized what a dumbass he acted like.
I sigh. He didn't know anything. That's why he misuderstood everything. They didn't tell him, anything.
"It's ok...come here." I reply, and then join our chests together for a warm cuddle.
He cuddles me back feeling sincerely sorry, for being such an idiot and getting jealous.
But...I wish he kept it friendly. Why? Why does he have to always make it dirty? Huh? And why do these goddamn hospital robes have to be worn naked?
If I was wearing something on the inside, then I wouldn't mind what Kris tried to do next.
While we were hugging, he sneakily tried to undo the strings of my robe that were tied behind my back.
He really wants to do this doesn't he?
Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not ready.
I directly push him away from me, and hold my arms out for defence while saying, "Kris...no...what did we say?" my voice is cracked and scared. I hope he doesn't try anything.
"...Well, if you wanna prove that you really do love me...you gotta do some things first." He says, his seductive voice and look back.

He starts taking steps towards me, and I take steps backwards, away from him. But at some point there was a wall behind me. And I was reaching it. And fast. If I hit the wall, I'm done. I'll be trapped and Kris will devor me like a lion devours a little baby antilope. No.
I'm two steps away from the wall. I stop moving back. Kris stops moving forward. I frantically look for an escape route. I look to my left. Wall. I look to my right. Floor and hospital bed. Perfect. Now I've got a plan. I'm ready.
Kris realizes that I've got nowhere to go and shouts playfully, while lunging at me, "A-ha!!! Now I've got you!!!" But, of course I'm too fast for him.
I jump to the right, and run to the side of the bed, crouching down behind it. This...is actually kind of fun. Like when we were kids and we were playing hide and seek. But this time, the loser doesn't get slapped...he gets banged instead. And I don't want that.
Kris starts chuckling when he hits the floor instead of my soft body. "...you wanna play games do you?? Ok...I'll play along." his voice is even more dark, seductive and dangerous now.
Oh god. This is serious. If he catches me...I'm his toy for the afternoon.
"Kris...please...don't do this...can't we just sit down and talk?" I beg , genually scared of his actions.
"But, baby...we can talk while playing too...it'll just be a little harder to breath, that's all..." he passionately and lustfully replies, with one eyebrow raised and a playful smirk on his lips.

I turn crimson-color and shockingly scream at him, completely embarrassed, "KRIS!!!"
He just chuckles. "Come on...I promise I won't hurt you...too much..." He says his lust leaking out of his mouth.


I can't believe what my ears are hearing. He doesn't care about how dirty and pervy he sounds. He really wants to get down...and I mean down.
Pervert.

But...I love him, dammit.

"No, no...stay back...stay...STAY BACK!!!” He had climbed on top of the bed, and jumped right to where I was stood up from my crouched position. I desparetely screamed at him.
Whew. I thought he was going to jump on ME. He’s not that crazy. I think...
He closes the distance between us really quickly. He’s made me back up, all the way to the other wall. My back is stuck to it. The thin robe doing absolutely nothing about keeping the cold of the wall reaching to it. Kris is having fun with my weakness. He’s come about 1 inch away from contact with my body. He’s way too close....just like my last night at the EXO dorm.
He so close, that I can feel his hot breath on my face and neck.

He hasn’t touched me yet. In fact his arms are behind his back. I look up at him, with confusion and fear, with a look that says, ‘what are you doing?’.
He chuckles, and then leans in...here goes. I’m ready to feel all his love and passion explode all over my body. I’m ready to feel his heat. I’m ready to lose my breath, feel him,taste him and really get to know him...

I’m ready.

But...
Instead, he just leans in to my left ear, and whispers with a voice like Love itself,
“You’re too good for a hospital floor, that robe and this atmosphere...I’ll have to find somewhere better, and then chase you down again....so, till’ the next time...” He then moves down under my earlobe, and kisses the little mark that he made on my neck, that night.
He cheekily smiles. And then walks slowly to the door.

Before he opens it up, he turns around and mouths ‘I love you’ and with a wink, opens the door and tells the waiting VIXX members that he’ll be leaving now. And with a bow, he dissapears from in front of the door.
I stay there startled for a couple of seconds, and then slide down the wall straight to the floor.
What did he mean by.....too good?
That I’m too good?
I’m too good....to be banged on a hospital floor?
Is that what he meant??
And...what does he mean by somewhere better?
...he’ll be back, right?
Oh man...I need to keep my guard up.
My thoughts are shattered when I hear footsteps enter the room.
I change my expression from thoughtful, to glad, when I see who it is.
It’s Leo. He standing in front of me, with a beaming expression, completely opposite to what he was wearing a couple minutes ago...what happened?
I get up from the floor, and look at him suspiciously.
“Leo...? What-” Before I can finish, he lunges at me and nearly makes me fall right back onto the floor from the force of the hug.
These idols are stronger than they look...
He squeezes me and then happily exclaims,
“Red!!! Do you know who that was on the phone?” he lets go of me and holds my wrists, while looking me straight in the eyes with one of the most excited looks I’ve ever seen. “It was a police officer! And he explained that my father had actually escaped from prison, and that he was on their wanted list, and now that he tried an attempted murder, they can put him in for longer, and under maximum-security! He’s never gonna bother us again!” he jumps up and down, with a smile, but also tears.
Really? So they will lock him up? Yes!!!
I smile back, and jump up and down too.
“And you haven’t heard the best part,” He continues, “they caught him!!! Yeah! I gave them the address of where he attacked us, and they found him drunk at a bar nearby, and arrested him!!” he looks so happy and relieved that his own father is going to prison. And for a very long time.
He must be the first kid who’s happy that one of his parents is going to prison.
But I don’t blame him. I mean, his father is a savage who tried to kill him, and if I wasn’t there, I wouldn’t be looking at his smiling face right now.
Good for you Leo.
Your problems are solved.
Whereas mine...

Have just started....

Notes

Sorry for all the squealing I got out of you with that~ XD But, I was squealing with you, the whole time I was writing it~XD
thank you for reading~ x3 Gomawo!