𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 //𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜

8.

(A/N: Dude kingdom highkey broke me

Warning: graphic depictions of blood and abuse)

After some time trapped in the awkward silence of the car, they pulled up at the building Minho lived.

"Wow, you really live here? aren't these apartments like....a crazy amount of money?" Chan gawked as Minho unlocked the car door to get out.

"Oh, I only live at the bottom level. It's hella cheap compared to the rest of em" Minho lied. He didn't live at the bottom, but infact the very top, as is he'd tell Chan that though.

"Ah ok, well have a good afternoon!" Chan smiled and waved to Minho as he began driving off.

"Even if he lives at the bottom, it's still a bunch to pay every month right? much more than a regular house." Jisung probed. It's true, all the apartments in that building were very expensive, in there only lived the very rich people.

"Hmm, we'll never know. Perhaps his parents just have a well paying job to be able to maintain a house like that"

Jisung silently nodded and Chan found his way to his house.

"Your house is...very pretty!" Chan complimented.

"T-thanks..." Jisung mumbled, Chan was telling the truth, but the inside wasn't pretty at all. Chan drove off and Jisung hobbled back to the house, hoping his dad was asleep, which luckily he was. He fumbled on his phone for a bit until the lonely moon glow filled his room, it was that time of night, huh? He went to the bathroom to do what he did every day, cut his body up.

He was in the middle of doing it, when he heard pounding footsteps march up the stairs. Panic mode. Jisung fumbled his clothes back on as Sunho was getting closer.

The footsteps stopped as he stared at Jisung trembling in the bathroom, hoping he didn't notice the blood slowly seeping through his clothes or the blood covered blade right behind him or the overwhelming smell of blood filling up the room. Jisung was a fool for thinking Sunho wouldn't notice.

With a simple glance, it was obvious what Jisung was doing. Sunho wasn't intelligent, but even he could tell.

"Han Jisung, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He roared, Jisung immediately went down the floor and covered his ears. Every movement hurt as he hadn't washed himself yet.

"This is revolting." Sunho stamped on Jisungs stomach with the boot he was wearing, promoting a hitch in his breathing. "I want to know why the fuck i'd let anyone do something so disgusting, so vulger in my house. Under my roof. You are fucking atrocious."

Jisungs tears weren't scared, they just fell and fell while Jisung tried to hide the pain he was in by not letting a single sound slip from his mouth, restricting his own breathing.

"But you know what? you honestly deserve it." Sunhos tone was almost somber as he stepped harder on Jisungs stomach. "Its so gross, but its as if your doing my job for me."

Jisung couldn't even describe in his own head how much he wanted this to end. Even if it meant being dead.

"You mean absolutely nothing to me other than being my personal punching bag, you hear? You mean fucking nothing to EVERYONE, YOU DONT HAVE A PLACE IN THIS WORLD AND YOU NEVER HAVE. YOU DONT BELONG ON THIS PLANET, YOU DONT DESERVE TO BE HERE" Sunho took a sharp and deep breath in, catching his breath. He stamped on Jisung repeatedly while screaming, but he took his foot off and just stared at him with a cold, lifeless expression.

"You don't deserve to be alive."

Those were Sunhos last words before leaving Jisung there on the bathroom floor. Weakly latching onto any breath he had left and twitching from the pain until ultimately, his vision blurred, then faded to black.