𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝 ~Seongjoong~

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲

“And you're good to go.” Seonghwa spoke, putting a staple into Hongjoong’s hand. 

“You know if I wasn’t crying so much I would totally thank you.” Hongjoong spoke, hissing at the feeling of Seonghwa pushing down on the torn, bleeding, skin, allowing the cotton pad to soak up the blood. 

“That’s gonna take a while to heal, let’s get you wrapped up.” Seonghwa said, grabbing a roll of bandages. 

“Raise your arms.” Seonghwa spoke, tapping Hongjoong’s arms, watching him raise them. He quickly wrapped the bandages around Hongjoong, tightening them to make sure it doesn’t bleed. 

“Good boy, you did well.” 

“I don’t need your praises, pretty boy. What I need is some fruit.” Hongjoong spoke, struggling to stand from the bed. 

“Pretty boy? You think I’m pretty?” Seonghwa said, standing and helping Hongjoong straighten himself. 

“Yeah I think you're gorgeous, with your stupid hair and your stupid smile. Your personality’s kinda weak but I still love it.” Hongjoong spoke, finally stabilizing himself. 

“Thank you?” Seonghwa spoke, confused on whether to take those as compliments or not. They both wandered to the kitchen, Hongjoong hurrying to the fridge. He pulled out the strawberries, washing them quickly. 

“You seem hungry.” Seonghwa spoke, watching Hongjoong frantically hurry around the kitchen. 

“Do you know what day it is, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong asked, stopping in the middle of his chaos. 

“It’s Monday-” 

“It’s Christmas Seonghwa, I haven’t gotten you anything yet so I have to eat and head out.” Hongjoong spoke, frantically shoving strawberries into his mouth. 

“You’re getting me something?” Seonghwa asked before also getting a strawberry shoved into his mouth. 

“No more questions, I’m already running late.” Hongjoong spoke quickly, hurrying back to his room and putting on a shirt. 

“I don’t know why you're trying so hard, this relationship will only end in tragedy, you might as well end it now.” It spoke, suddenly giving Hongjoong a headache. 

“Can we discuss this when I’m out, please?” Hongjoong asked, hurrying to the door and rushing out, leaving Seonghwa with many questions. 

“You can't even tell him you love him, why buy a gift?” It asked. 

“It’s hard to say at points okay, I didn’t ask for your judgement.” Hongjoong spoke, running down the stairs. 

“You may not have asked for it, but I’ll give it anyway. This is completely useless Hongjoong, you have no real feelings for him, he’s just an easy distraction for you.” It spoke, stopping Hongjoong from moving. 

“You don’t care about him and he never cared about you, remember he wanted you dead, he hurt you the minute before he said I love you, that’s not love, it’s obsession, it’s manipulation, it’s disgusting.” It said, it’s tone getting harsher as it continued. Hongjoong stood there, thinking of the night it all happened. 

He knew this relationship would be hard, unhealthy at times, but he knew Seonghwa was willing to change. He started medication to help with his anger issues, he’s been a lot more gentle, consent was something they both understood and Seonghwa was getting better with asking. 

They don’t fight as often and if they do it’s about very small things that they resolve easily. Hongjoong thought it was going well, he loved what was happening, he loved how safe he felt in that home.