Hyunjin wasn't a huge fan of getting kidnapped, but compared to aimlessly wandering the streets of Seoul, he couldn't say it was the worst way to spend a Friday night. Though they could have at least bought him dinner before shoving him into a van...
Lix was a lot stronger than I thought he would be. We had only taken a few steps up the staircase before my legs gave out on me, and as soon as he felt me falling back he managed to catch me and keep his balance at the same time.
He pulled me tighter into his side as he carried what must have been more than half my weight up the remainder of the stairs, and I ended up being more out of breath than him by the time we made it up.
"Sorry," I muttered, and he turned to look at me with a confused expression. "About you having to help me." I decided to elaborate, but his confusion didn't dissipate. He shook his head before once again guiding me to an unknown destination.
"Don't apologize for needing help in an injured state we put you in." His words seemed logical, but my thought process rarely ever was. I understood that what they did to me was much worse than needing help up a staircase, but I've been taught my whole life that I was a burden.
I hadn't had to rely on someone for so long, even for something as small as this. And having to go so far outside of my comfort zone while I was exhausted and suffering blood loss was only wearing on my mentality further.
