[✔️] Deer-Like Eyes | Tarochan/Sungtaro

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bro, for some reason while writing this, the word "should" just doesn't look right... like.. just???? At first I thought I spelled it incorrectly but, no, I didn't, it just looks weird for some reason....

**ok, This chapter isn't drama filled as I was hoping it'll be, but like, still important to the plot! -I think-**

* I really enjoy reading you comments btw, -I do read every single one of them(: they always fascinate me *

**warning, maybe idk if this is needed, but some writing might not link up cuz like, I don't reread my shit or proofread, yAy. It might be written like good but idk, you tell me afterwards lol**

January 18th, Tuesday 2020
[Sungchan]

"Everything hurts..." He let out a quiet pained groan as he opened his eyes. The sun shines on his face from where he laid on the floor in an uncomfortable position. He slowly sat up, "Ah– fuck..." He slowly brought his right hand up to cup his left shoulder, finding pieces of glass piercing the flannel and his skin, painting the gray shirt a murky reddish brown with the help of that disgusting liquid.

   Being mindful of the glass and alcohol on the wooden floor, he slowly got up, gasping too many times as he found new injuries on himself. He painfully made his way up the stairs, left hand holding onto the railing and right hold his side. As he took each step, he recalled the pain of the night before, how each hit felt as if a bone was just about to break, how he couldn't do anything to defend himself. Sure, he has the advantage of height, but that means close to nothing when you don't know how to protect yourself, all he could do was put his arms in front of himself or curl up in a ball as he takes blow after blow.

And how could he forget about the money! He's been stealing and pickpocketing for years, every week giving his findings to his parents... how could he forget? I'm this condition, how can I even go out and get money? Sure, he could go out and get a job, but nearly every place he tried to applied to he needed his parents signature, not being of legal age. He was too scared to ask his parents for their sign, he asked once actually, years ago, it didn't end well for him. He can't even forge their signature, barely ever seeing it, the last time he's seen them sign their name was when he was signed up to college months ago. Because he was too afraid to ask, he never went on school field trips or anything of the sorts, no yearbooks, nothing that makes school exciting.

Sungchan was brought out of his depressing thoughts when he accidentally bumped his shoulder on the wall as he was turning to limp into his room, strikes of pain shooting throughout his body. Putting up with it, he went into the small bathroom connected to his room, taking out the first aid kit.

As slowly as he could, he stripped away the flannel, shirt, and jeans, making him whimper a few times when the fabrics were caught in pieces of glass or were stuck to his wounds with dried blood.

   Cleaning the cuts and takin out the glass were almost unbearable. His hands trembled as he caught a piece of glass with the tweezers and he would gasp when he pulled them out.

   It felt like hours and hours until he finally got all the glass —that he could find– out and he got in the small shower, the cold tiles sending shivers through out his body. After a stingingly painful shower, he dressed his wounds and put ointment on the colourful bruises littering his body.

   Slipping on a loose tank top and shorts, he laid himself on his bed, not having the will or energy to do anything else. His phone sat in his book bag, untouched the whole day.

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January 19th, Wednesday 2020
[Shotaro]