Thinner

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Doorhandle.
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His eyes teared as he stood inside his house, in front of his parents, who were ranting about the trouble he had gotten them into. It was barely seconds ago when the social worker left. Fear was evident in his eyes as he stared in shock at what his parents were rambling about. Cursing and screaming at him, emptying bottles of alcohol and threatening him like there was no tomorrow.

He wanted this to just end.

With his body shaking, he took steps backward before taking off towards his room. Eyes flowed with tears as he could hear the pounding steps behind him. Heart dropping with the sounds of rocks in his stomach as he managed to get to his room and barricade the door before him. Shock ran through him as he fell to the floor, silently crying as he wished he had died the day he fainted.

"Get your ass out here so I can teach you a goddamn lesson for once, huh!" The cruel man screamed as he pounded on the door in a failed attempt in breaking the barricade.

He wanted to yell and scream back at them, but he was too afraid to even whisper a single word beneath his breath. His eyes drowned him in tears as he backed further away from the door, onto his bed where he curled up in a fetal position.

Screams and yells started to slowly calm down. But his body was trembling so violently he thought he was having a seizure.

This went far beyond just expectations. Of course, he had prepared himself for some cold treatment. But getting violently threatened and yelled at constantly after his only safety left the property, broke his heart into pieces. The whole situation almost caused him to throw up on the floor. Eyes were tightly shut as he didn't dare to let the sounds of his cries out into the open.

He was scared beyond just fear and fright. He was afraid that the house would move on its on, trapping him, choking him, tormenting him.

"Please make it stop" he whispered, wishing he had someone to hug him, comfort him..telling him that it would all be fine.

Instead, he curled up in misery on the bee. having little to no idea about what he should do.

His breathing calmed as his body stopped shaking. Trying to reach towards his nightstand in an attempt to grasp his phone. But he was afraid of that.

He was afraid they would come in and hurt him in his most vulnerable state. He was afraid that he wouldn't wake up tomorrow, seeing his own body from above laying lifeless. He was so scared of making a single noise that could cause a commotion again.

But as the saying goes.

The calm before the storms.

And urgently, he bent over. Feeling like his insides were gushing out from within his intestines. His eyes dropping tears one by one, as he grasped the mattress tightly. The way his lungs struggled to pick up breath from the sudden intrusion of puke splattering everywhere, from the source being him and himself only.

He clutched his stomach like his life depended on it, feeling the drops of puke roll down his chin. The smell made him grimace as he sobbed quietly, not knowing how to clean it up, with the threat possibly guarding his door at the moment.

All he could think of now was the hospital.

In no way could he speak to his doctor about his current condition. He would seem like another failure. Everything had the same outcome.

Failure.

Failure.

And more Failure.

He shouldn't have let his worst enemy get the best of him. Trying to protect the sacred bastard that was killing him skin to bone. It was barely a matter before bad habits took him back.

Without second thought, he grasped his phone either way. Pushing down the fear as he hit the contacts. But it felt like the world was going feral. Everything was happening too quickly. One moment, he was being escorted into the house, with a calm welcoming. Then, he proceeded to get yelled at and threaten. To running and hiding in his only safe place. To suddenly throw up over nothing. And now he couldn't even press the button before his eyes.

He was such a fool.

He felt like a big idiot.

He was and will always be outsmarted. By the world, by the system, and by his parents.

He couldn't beat the competition he hadn't prepared for.

Putting down his guards was his biggest mistake.

But his thumb jumped from one place to the other, clicking a contact without any idea why. Listening to the ringing, as the time seemed to slow. His breath seemed to quicken again, staring at the puke on the floor, soaking into the carpet.

Hoping that someone would come to rescue him.

"Hello?" The familiar voice took his full attention, opening his mouth ready to speak.

But nothing came out.

Empty words spilled from his open gap, eyes shaking as he stared at the blocked door in fear.

What was he supposed to say?

"I'm sorry Jeongin, but I'm at school right now, I have class in like 2 minutes..cut to the chase".

He gulped, and with his shaky hands, he thought twice about hanging up the call. Feeling completely embarrassed over the fact he called at such a stupid time.

"Hajun..." he managed to spit, but his voice was unstable, his legs trembling and hid eyes kept steadied on the door in front of him.

"Can you please hurry?!" Hajun exclaimed, hissing as the sound of a toilet flushing finished. "You interrupted me on my smoke break".

"I uhm.." he ran a hand through his hair, standing up as anxiety flushed through his veins. His eyes moved from the door to his closet.

"Bro, unless something big happe-".

"I'm home" he whispered, praying it was audible for the latter to pick up, as he moved towards the closet.

A short pause took place, and silence flooded his ears as he awaited a response from the older. But minutes seemed to pass as he situated himself inside the closet.

Finally, the silence was broken, and his ears had never been blessed with a better response.

"Do you want me to come get you?".
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I've been quite slow on updates recently. But I've been busy and haven't had time to even rest a bit. I apologize for the delayed chapters, but I promise that this is the quickest I've written in years♡.