Fortuitous Message (SeongJoong)

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Flashbacks throughout the whole book will be in bold italics and [brackets]
*Warnings: minor body shaming, mentions of past abuse*
(ALSO. SEONGHWA'S BOYFRIEND IS NOT AN IDOL. IM JUST USING A GENERIC NAME)
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A sigh left Seonghwa's mouth as he flopped his tired body onto the soft forest green sofa in the small, dimly lit, living room of his apartment.

His phone buzzed.

Fuck

He knew exactly who it was. His lovely boyfriend, Mark The absolute love of his life. Aplogizing.

Again.

For an argument Seonghwa caused. He always caused them.

This argument has been particularly bad. Over an accidentally broken a glass.

[He recalled his hands shaking. The glass simply slipping out of them. He remembers being down to clean the larger pieces of glass with his hands, careful as can be. His boyfriend came in the room. His voice booming with an annoyance. It startled Seonghwa, his hand slipping off the shattered glass. Lightly cutting his hand.

He didn't care at the time. Quickly aplogizing. It didn't matter. The apologies didn't matter, not when the other man was already pissed. Seonghwa promised to just buy a new glass. But it didn't stop the argument from progressing. The insults getting worse as time wenr on. Until eventually, it wasn't just insults. It was his hands aggressively grabbing Seonghwa's wrist. A grip he thought might leave a bruise. He was pushed onto the couch, told  to sit still.

Every part of his body telling him to leave that home. But he didn't. Seonghwa loved him. And he loved Seonghwa. And if this is what the love is. That this is what it is. He made the best of it.]

He read over the lengthy text. The apology was the same as always. Sorrys spiralled throughout the message, along with reminding him of his faults.

He messaged back accepting the apology, as he always did, as was excepted of him. He was sorry. He was sorry for angering his partner. He was sorry for causing so many arguments between them.

Mark wasn't afraid to remind him just how little people would love him. His physical appearance being criticized, he was fat, ugly, he was reminded daily. His personality lacking, reminded of that everyday. He was lucky. He should be happy. He was. In front of others, inside. Not so much. He wasn't happy, but his smile never faded. Everyone assuming his life was a joy. His boyfriend, his relationship, perfect.

He had everything. An apartment, an amazing best friend, a loving boyfriend, he just graduated college, he had everything in order to make him happy, yet, he wasn't appreciative.

Keeping the illusion of happiness up was tiring. He was tired.

The fuax gold doorknob of his front door jiggled in it's place. Making a quiet clinquing sound. Seonghwa sat up, turning his attention to it. Waiting for a possible hint of who exactly it was. Nervous to simply go look.

"Hwa! Let me in~"

Ah, Wooyoung. He knows that voice. He felt a smile break over his face as he excitedly got up to go allow the boy in.