𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐝 ~Seongjoong~

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭

Ever since that night had happened, Hongjoong had been getting distant from others. Refusing to go outside unless absolutely necessary, avoiding getting touched by others, and staying away from windows, closets, and anywhere else someone could get him. He’d hidden himself from the world completely, scared for his life. 

“Hongjoong? Hongjoong, are you listening?” Hongjoong flinched at the voice, coming back to reality. He had a strong grip on his ring, the circle shape leaving an indent in his palm. He looked up from staring at the coffee table, his mother tapping her foot. 

“Sorry, I got distracted.” He spoke, putting the ring back on his finger. 

“You’ve been getting distracted a lot. Listen, I know what you went through was...traumatic, but that doesn’t give you a reason to space out when I’m talking to you.” His mother spoke, watching Hongjoong nod. 

“Of course, I’m sorry. I’ll try harder to pay attention.” Hongjoong spoke, surprising his mother. 

“Well..good. I know I shouldn’t say this but you getting attacked has made you into a more respectful son…” His mother spoke, letting out a light laugh. Her laughing stopped as they heard the door unlock, Seonghwa entering. 

“I’m back, how is he?” Seonghwa asked, taking his jacket off and heading into the living room. 

“A little out of it but responsive.” His mother spoke, ruffling Hongjoong’s hair, him quickly smacking her hand away. She stared in disbelief, Hongjoong looking at her with his eyes wide. 

“We talked about not touching him so suddenly, remember? He’s just not ready for it yet, at least not without permission..” Seonghwa spoke, sitting next to Hongjoong. 

“Of course...I must have forgotten.” She spoke, taking her jacket from the couch. 

“You don’t need me here anymore, so I’ll be heading out. Feed him.” She spoke, taking out her car keys. 

“You didn’t feed him?” Seonghwa asked, raising a brow. 

“That’s not my job, now is it.” She spoke, walking to the door, slamming it behind her. Hongjoong flinched at the sound, his eyes closing. Seonghwa sighed, standing from the couch. 

“I ask her to watch you and she can’t even feed you..what a waste.” Seonghwa spoke, kneeling in front of Hongjoong. 

“Hongjoong, I have to feed you now, you think you can come to the kitchen with me?” Seonghwa asked, Hongjoong opening his eyes and nodding in response. They both stood, walking to the kitchen. 

“So what do you feel like eating today?” Seonghwa asked, opening the fridge. 

“Anything is fine.” Hongjoong simply replied, keeping his eyes on Seonghwa. 

“Okay, how about some salad, something small for today.” Seonghwa suggested, hearing a light hum from Hongjoong to confirm. Seonghwa pulled out the bag of salad, bringing it to the counter. 

“May I?” Seonghwa asked, watching Hongjoong raise his arms. Seonghwa lightly picked him up, putting him on the counter. 

“I’m healing.” Hongjoong spoke, watching Seonghwa smile. 

“That’s perfect, I’m glad to know. Thank you for checking that out this morning.” Seonghwa spoke, tearing the bag open and putting the salad into a large bowl. 

“I hate them.” Hongjoong said, Seonghwa looking up at him. 

“I hate them so much...these scars are gonna stay with me.” Hongjoong spoke, straight-faced as he stared at the ground, his eyes becoming glossy.