Park Kyung: Accidental Captor 18+

Kyung walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. I jumped and whimpered. I heard the water in the shower start running and I could hear Kyung hitting the walls and yelling. I reached around to pull the comforter over me and the pain was incredible. I could feel every stripe he had given me. Also, the blood was starting to dry and I was sticking to the silk. Making a cocoon, I huddled under the big puffy blanket and hoped the blackness would swallow me whole.
I heard Kyung leave the bathroom through the outer door. Everything was muted under my protective shield but I could still tell where he was. I felt hyper sensitive to Kyung right now. He started talking to someone and for a second I wondered if I was saved. Then I realized he was on the phone. He was crying and all of his words were Korean. Then he stopped talking and I don’t know how but I could tell he laid down on the couch and he was crying harder than I’ve ever heard a man cry.
After a while he quieted down. And a little while after that, I heard the front door open.

Someone was here. They were talking in low tones and I could hear Kyung crying again but it became muffled. I think he was being hugged against someone. I became afraid again when I heard the little gold key in the lock click. The door swung open and I made my little ball tighter and huddled down further in the soft blackness. Please ignore me. Please don’t see me. Please save me.
Slowly my protection was being stripped from me. I felt the blanket begin to slide away and I squeezed my eyes shut tight. My hands tried to hold onto the soft silk but I had no more strength and it slipped through my fingers. My hair was covering my face but otherwise I was slowly being exposed. Why couldn’t I have just died? Am I now a monkey in a cage, open to the whims of everyone stronger than me? What did I do to deserve this? As the blanket slipped from my body I imagined I looked like a nightmare. I became afraid that whoever was with Kyung was here to finish what he started and my heart started to race. Fear started to build in me and I hoped that my heart would finally give out and I would finally die and find some peace. The blanket was gone.
“Oh my God, Kyung…”
I knew that voice. I couldn’t place it for a moment because I had never heard him speak English before. I opened my eyes bit by bit and through my hair, I saw the unmistakable image of Zico. He looked horrified. He stood there with his arms crossed and one hand covering his mouth as he looked me over from head to toe. I didn’t move. He shook his head and gently covered me again up to my shoulders to protect my modesty. Then he moved my hair away from my face and looked at me and said, “It’s okay now.”
Kyung was standing with his back to me and never turned around.
“What the hell Kyung?” asked Zico.
At first Kyung didn’t answer and Zico roughly turned him around to face him. “Kyung?!”
“I don’t know man. I don’t remember.” Kyung seemed like a small child.
Zico stood there looking from me to Kyung and back again and I could tell he was thinking. “I will fix this. Again! But this is it Kyung! Next time you’re on your own.”
Again? Next time?
They left the room and were talking in the other room in English and Korean. I didn’t know Zico could even speak English.
A few minutes later, Zico came back into the room and to my surprise, he lifted me up, blanket and all, and carried me to the bathroom.
“Don’t worry. You’re safe now. Don’t be afraid of me,” he said.
Every movement hurt but I didn’t fight him. I didn’t have the strength even if I wanted to. He stood me in the middle of the bathroom and started a bath. He got a wash cloth and a towel and something else I didn’t recognize and I realized he had spent time here. He knew where everything was. When the bath was full and steaming, he removed the blanket and tossed it aside. I saw myself reflected in the mirror for a second and I didn’t recognize myself. I was covered in red welts and smeared all over with blood. My hair was even matted with it. I dreaded stepping into the bath because I knew the hot water was going to burn like fire. I wasn’t wrong.
I cried out as he picked me up and sat me in the water and he flinched.
“I’m so sorry. So so sorry,” he said over and over again.
He was so easy with me and I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed of being naked in front of him. It felt like a father taking care of his daughter.
The thing he had taken from under the sink that I didn’t recognize at first turned out to be a portable shower head. He hooked it to the faucet and tested the temperature of the water before turning it on me. After the initial sting, it began to feel good. He washed my hair and kept spraying me with the warm water until I began to actually feel better. He massaged my hands with soap and stopped to look at the engagement ring up close.
“Did Kyung give you this?” he asked.
I nodded.
He took it off and pocketed it.
I was glad to be rid of it.
He continued on to my feet and washed them with the same care.
When he was finished, he lifted my head up to look at my face. He touched the cut that the whip had made and said, “I’m so sorry this happened. Kyung is sick.”
Then, he tilted his head and stared at my face. His eyes grew wide. He stood up and yelled “OH FUCK!” He walked out of the bathroom yelling. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! KYUNG!!! IS THIS HER? TELL ME THIS ISN’T THAT GIRL!”
He came back a minute later and looked at me as he paced back and forth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, mother fucker!” I think he noticed the fear starting to return to my face because he quickly came back to sit beside the tub and said, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.”
He helped me stand up and pulled the plug. I started to shiver but he wrapped a giant fluffy towel around me and I felt better. He carried me back into the bedroom and laid me on the bed, wet hair, towel and all. The bed had new blue sheets and a fluffy pink blanket. I became very sleepy and found it hard to hold my eyes open.
Zico sat beside me and said, “It’s okay to sleep. You are safe now. I promise.” He moved the wet hair out of my face.
I was asleep before he stood up and left the room.

I think I slept forever. It must have been a deep sleep where I didn’t move a muscle because when I woke up I was stiff and needed to stretch. Stretching hurt. A lot. But I think the hot bath had made things so much better than they would have been. I looked around and saw that Kyung was on the end of the bed staring at his hands. He looked at me for a second and then back down again.
“Are you okay?”
I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore but I didn’t know if I could ever forgive him. When I did speak it came out with no sound. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay,
Kyung.” I cleared my throat.
He nodded slowly.
“I want to ask for your forgiveness but I know I don’t deserve it. Nothing I can ever do or say will make up for what I’ve done to you.”
I looked at him and, God help me, but I felt for him. This Kyung was nothing like the other one. This is the Kyung I had fallen for.
He continued to pick at his nails and said, “I know I can’t make it right but I want to try to give some kind of an explanation. Is that okay?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“I’ve always had this strange problem since I was a child. When I really wanted something and couldn’t have it, I would lose control of myself. Some people thought I was just spoiled but it was more than that. There would be times when I would start seeing red and then I would do things that I didn’t remember doing. My parents sent me to New Zealand to see a special doctor and we told everyone it was an exchange student situation. He put me on a lot of medications and I got better. I didn’t have any episodes for years. I kept up the pills and everything was great. I joined Block B and I was fine until I met Priscilla.”
Kyung stopped and stood up and I thought he was just going to leave me hanging at that point. He walked over to the desk and began picking at an invisible spot there. I think he was having trouble being near me now.
He continued. “She was this American girl that I met and asked out. She seemed like a dream girl. We lived together and became engaged and then I found out she was talking to an American guy on the Internet and they had made plans for her to leave Korea and move in with him. The problem was, she had talked me into giving up my medications. She said that I had probably grown out of my illness and I could be free of all that medicine. I stopped taking them and it turned out she was completely wrong. She left and I never saw her again but I also didn’t start taking the pills again. A few months later, I met another American girl who looked so much like Priscilla that I decided I had to have her. Being an idol makes it really easy to get the girls you want but I made the same mistakes with her that I made with you. And she wasn’t the only one.”
Kyung had started to silently cry. “Zico is taking me today to get my pills back.”
“Good. When can I go home?” I asked.
“Zico wants to talk to you about that. I’ve created a huge problem and he has always been the one to fix everything.”
“I want to go home,” I said.
“I know. I’m sorry. I have to go out but we will both be back tonight. I’m sorry.”
He looked over at me and then left the room.
I just want to go home.

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