surreal. [kpop oneshots]

choi hyunsuk. runaways [p1]

nonidol au // hyunsuk and [y/n] run away from their past lives after many years of pain. they run as fast as their legs can take them, but what happens when they run into each other?

TRIGGER WARNING // uncensored swearing, abusive/toxic relationships, general abuse (both physically & mentally), family problems, alcohol

author's note // yoo i died for literally two years. but i'm back and my writing isn't horrible woo. i promise i will fulfill my requests and p2 of that yoshi one shot i did :sob:

[Y/N] P.O.V

He just kept screaming. I didn't know what he was saying. My body was aching too much to process what he's trying to scold me for. 'Run away,' the voice in my head told me. 'He's done so much for you.' My heart argued back. He definitely has done a lot, though not for the best. It was always like this. He comes home after days, weeks even, and finds at least one thing to yell at me for. One thing to belittle me for. And a whole batch of things to hit me for. Whether it be having a friend over without "permission", to just not having my hair done neatly. It hurt so bad. From the slapping to the belting, it all hurt like hell. But what hurt the most? Not being able to break down. Not being able to let out my distress to anyone. Not even myself. I couldn't cry without being called weak. Without getting hit again.

'Just run, you can't stay here.'

'You can't throw away years of a relationship just like that!'

'Stop holding onto the memories and look at where he is now.'

And just like that, I made up my mind. It was laughable just how quickly I threw it all away. But, I knew it was coming. As much as I latched and grasped and held onto what this relationship once was, I knew that it was all false hope. And so tonight, I would run. Now. At 2:30 AM, When he'll sneak off to drink with his friends. That way, I'll have no way of getting caught by him. I would finally be free. But free to go where? My mind was so occupied with the thoughts of where I would go, I almost missed the searing pain in my elbow. Almost. That hurt like a knife to the chest. 'Be glad that it wasn't.' I blinked, trying not to let the tears flood out again. Or else he would hit me again. Once I run away, this pain will be gone. No more pain like this again.

I fought back my smile at the thought. No more pain. Sounds like a dream. I barely caught on at the words he spat at me, but I could care less. Soon, I'd be stepped on no more. Soon, there'd be no more of him. I'll have to find a place to stay for the night. Maybe I'll ring up one of my friends. A friend that's far, far away from here. Maybe Jennie? She's too close. He'd come banging right at her door before I could explain and take me back. Jisoo? No, she lives with Jennie. Lisa? She's too close to him to believe me. Rose? Do I even have her number..?

I thought about all the numbers I had in my phone. I didn't have many friends, as they all turned on me when I tried to tell them about my boyfriend, soon to be ex, as he acted his way into innocence. I ran to my room, quickly packing my bag. I grabbed a black backpack, stuffing all my needed belongings; clothes, my phone, money and whatnot. It only dawned on me what little possessions I was 'allowed' to own when I realized everything I had could fit in one, singular backpack. I threw on comfortable clothes, a [F/C] oversized hoodie, and worn out light blue ripped jeans. I hid my black converse under my bed so I could escape briskly, and if he were to walk in, he wouldn't notice them in the dark. Time flew by, it was already night and I slipped into bed, pretending to be asleep. If he caught me faking right now, he'd kill me. And I wish I could say I was exaggerating.