𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 | j u n g w o o × l u c a s ✔

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍ ʔ ⚠️

Jungwoo walked into the house, his footsteps slowly getting heavier and heavier. His breathing getting slower and slower.

The teenager's tuff of blonde dropping down into his vision, his eyes wandered around, paranoia engulfing him in. Every time his unfortunate gaze landed on some particular spots of the house, he would recall amass of indelible memories.

"Jungwoo." A vicious voice of a female called out.

The high-schooler's breath hitched. He ignored the voice, pleading to the god that he was just hallucinating. Jungwoo then proceeded to climb the stairs, his body shaking, terror-stricken.

"Jungwoo!"

A short whimper escaped his mouth. He clasped his trembling palm over his quivering lip. The boy was now mewling. But he wasn't aware. He just wanted to be in the comfort of his room.

The sound of a pair of heavy and menacing footsteps tailed after him, as if a predator hunting for a prey. Jungwoo fastened his pace, now running up the stairs.

It was the last step. One last step. Just this last step and he is safely in his room. He lifted his foot, and placed it on the step. His lips slightly curled up, hope now blinding his vision. He was as if a helpless guinea pig escaping from a mad scientist doing some inhumane experiments on him.

He reached out to the door knob of his room...

His palm is a few centimeters away...

His finger touches the rusty knob...

His fingers brush past.

He felt a masculine palm grab his locks. It yanked him back. His eyes stung as a familiar heart-rending feeling boiled inside him. His weak and thin body flew down the stairs, his back meeting with the cold floor with a loud thud. Mercifully his luck did not run completely dry. Nothing deadly happened to him. Luckily his arm took most of the fall. A bone or two surely broke.

A loud shriek filled the house. It was heartbreaking. But the monsters currently present in the house didn't have any heart to break.

"That's what you get for giving your mother a deaf ear when she called you." A different and muscular voice spat. The owner of the voice climbed down the stairs, the stairs creaking with every heavy step. It was as if the floors of the house were screaming along with the poor boy weeping on the floor.

He winced in pain, his body curling into a ball. He gripped his arm, tears staining his pale cheek. The female's ferocious steps walked up to him in a horrifyingly calm manner. But the calmness washed away, the woman's mood now belligerent. She raised her foot up before slamming it back down, but this time, it landed on Jungwoo's already broken arm. "You little..."

Jungwoo bit his bottom lip. As much as he wanted to scream, these brutes feasted upon his misery. Give them a drop of blood and they are hungry for more.

Unsatisfied, the woman scoffed. She then added pressure onto the leg. The poor boy couldn't hold it in anymore. His jaw opened, a loud scream filling the house. A stream of tears ran down his eyes. "Please stop!" He pleaded.

The woman smirked. She then leaned down getting close to Jungwoo's face. "Don't worry my child. I just want to have a mother to son talk."

Jungwoo inclined his head, his body squirming under the woman's feet. "So... That boy that came to drop you off. Is that your man?" She emphasized the 'man' part, obviously belittling him and his sexuality.

Jungwoo's heart dropped. He froze for a second.

Oh shit... She know.

His body started shaking once again.

"Who?" The other man finally spoke up.

The mother finally took her feet off of the boy and moved away. But still , the boy laid on the floor, hugging his broken arm to his chest.

"Some kid came to drop this slut off today" the woman said crossing her arms.

The man furrowed his brows and walked towards Jungwoo. He crouched down in front of the boy, a blank look on his face. "D-dad..."

Before Jungwoo could speak, the male brought his palm up. It slapped across Jungwoo's face, leaving a bright red mark. "Who the fuck told you that you can have a boyfriend...? Who?!"

Jungwoo flinched. He closed his eyes shut, quivering in fear. "H-he is not my boyfriend!" He lied out of fear.

The man then glared at the woman. The woman chuckled before walking up to the boy. She swung his leg and kicked the poor boy. "Stop lying you whore!"

Jungwoo sobbed as he shook his head. "I'm not lying! He is just a close friend! Please believe me!"

The woman was about to kick him again. But the father spoke up. "That's enough. It's already too late. Let's just go to bed."

The mother rolled her eyes in disbelief. She stuffed her old and wrinkled hands into her pockets. "Fine.." she walked away.

The father also got up and walked away, following the mother to their shared bedroom...

While their child laid on the floor, tears pouring down his face. The tears leaked onto his scars, making them sting. But most of all, his arm was broken. It hurt so bad to the point that he wanted to cut the arm off just so he won't feel the pain in the arm anymore.

He stayed in that position for a few minutes. But then he somehow pulled himself together, and tried to stand up. Luckily his legs weren't broken. He then weakly climbed up the stairs, stumbling in his step. He held his arm to his chest, hissing at every movement he made.

He somehow managed to his room. He went to his cabinet and fetched a small red box. Inside it were bottles of medicine, bandages and more. Jungwoo used to be a first aider at his school at games and stuff. So he always carried around a small first aid kit.

With his only good hand, he went through all the medical equipment or whatsoever, and he finally came across a piece of cloth. He struggled, but managed to wrap it around him, forming a cast. He put a safety pin in to hold everything together.

"I still need to go to the hospital..." He sighed.

The boy then stared at himself through his mirror, eyes cold and dead, dry tears staining his cheek. His lips dry and bleeding. The previous scars and bandages still on his face.

"Nah... Fuck it..."