𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

사

Contains depressive themes / triggering words

[ an hour later ]

" ring! "
jisung got up from his desk and limped towards the wooden door which was littered with scratch marks and the imprints of fingernails harshly pressed onto it.

the man who rang the doorbell wasn't a stranger, he was a very familiar man to jisung. often, he would beat jisung up into a pulp or verbally harass him just because... well.. he could.

" oh it's you! your father said to do anything to you.. you're so worthless hahahah "  the man stood smugly , his eyes glinting with evil intentions.

jisung rubbed his tired eyes as he nodded mindlessly . being in a fazed state of mind, he couldn't comprehend what the man had just told him. he was always thought not to be rude and just accept whatever happens to him.. or he might have to face -

he turned a blind eye to the man, focusing on the thoughts that made his brain churn.

" it seems like your friend has sent you a little letter here. wait .. people actually care about you?"

" hey.. please don't do that ahjusshi.. "
jisung's voice came out hushed and whispered, barely reaching the ears of the aforementioned man.
he tried to reach out for the letter, only to drop to the ground like a sack of rice. he had gotten too complacent and forgotten the prominent wound on his knees that prevented him from walking properly.

" you can't even stand up!" the man chuckled, erupting into fits of continuous laughter, clutching his belly in the process.

" it's wouldn't really matter right? if i were to tear up this little worthless paper of yours. "

jisung blinked his eyes slowly , trying to wrap his head around what the man had just said. impatience was etched on the man's features, as he rolled his eyes annoyingly at the younger. a feigned surprise was evident on his face. the man smirked widely before punching the sides of the letter as if he was going to tear the letter in half, earning a frantic " n-no!" from jisung.

" i-im s-sorry s-sir.. didnt m-m-mean to.. was was.. was bad.. m s-so sorry . please g-give me the l-letter! i-i  b-beg of y-y-you ! "
the last ounce of jisung's pride soon melted away with each word he spoke, his dignity slipping away from his fingers. it was too much for him to take, even though he was used to this. apologising when it isn't his fault and being treated so badly for nothing was like a habit for him. a bad one to be exact.

the man simply rolled his eyes at jisung's kneeling figure and threw the letter beside him. " that's what i I thought. I'll be back every day for as long as the letter comes."

jisung sunk his head between his shoulders, his breath shaky and harsh. such shallow gasps of breath soon ascended into hyperventilating. at that moment, the words from his fellow bullies and his abusive father soon started to sink in, adding to the intensity of his struggles of breath.

after a good few minutes, he had managed to gather the remaining strength in his shaky legs, to reach for the letter. jisung set the brown envelope down gingerly, inhaling in the light wood scent that enveloped the envelope. ( author's note : word play? im not sure hahaha, sorry TT)

jisung smiled. a real one. a genuine smile. one he didn't have to fake. that was all till he took a look in the cracked mirror. he would have to accept his fate.