Over The Bridge

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Yeonjun woke up with a horrible headache. He was in his room, he knew that at least. He felt a weight on the bed beside him and he looked over. He saw Soobin laying right next to him-they were cuddling. Then reality slapped Yeonjun right across the face.

Shame.

Shame.

Shame.

That's all Yeonjun felt. Shame. He knew what he did. He had wished he hadn't done it. Why did he succumb to peer pressure? Why did he even go? He wanted to get up and scrub his skin raw, possibly to try and get rid of the feeling of shame.

He tried to get up and then he realized the male asleep next to him was holding him by the waist. Yeonjun knew what happened and he was wishing he didn't. That was when the pain in his lower half hit him like a bus. Yeonjun pried Soobin's hands away from his waist and he got up. Yeonjun was limping the entire way to the bathroom to shower. He closed the door and locked it.

Yeonjun looked in the mirror as he went to turn the water on. It was then he realized both he and Soobin were only in their boxers, and Yeonjun saw the hickeys Soobin left on his thighs. If it was even possible, Yeonjun felt more shame. He turned away from the mirror and turned the water on, let it warm up and while he did that he grabbed a rag and two towels, one was for the floor and the other was for himself.

Yeonjun dropped the only article of clothing he was wearing and stepped in the shower. The water was almost burning his skin but he ignored it. He stood in the water and soon he started cleaning himself. He was rubbing his skin raw now. Wanting to get rid of that feeling of shame.

He didn't smell like sex, alcohol, drugs, sweat, or anything else anymore, but he still felt like he did and he scrubbed his skin until it hurt to touch.

Afterward, he turned the heat down slightly and sat down in the bottom of the shower. He had a razor sitting in the shower. He couldn't seem to stop himself. He cut where Soobin left hickeys. Only then, does Yeonjun feels some of the shame disappear. As quickly as the blood seeped out of the cut, it was washed away. The water made the cut sting but Yeonjun liked the sting. Not long after, his arms, legs, and stomach were completely covered in cuts.

Yeonjun decided he should get out now before Soobin wakes up and gets dressed so he doesn't see the cuts. Yeonjun put his razor back where it was, it was out of sight.

Yeonjun stood up and put his hand on the shower wall so he didn't fall over and he turned the water off. Yeonjun stepped out onto the towel he put on the floor. He wrapped the other towel around his waist after he dried the rest of his body off, being extremely careful of his arms, legs, and stomach with the fresh cuts.

He stepped out of the bathroom and he let out a sigh of relief seeing that Soobin was still asleep. Yeonjun quickly got himself dressed in dark clothes so if the cuts were to bleed again the blood wouldn't be seen. Yeonjun decided not to lay back down with Soobin but to pick up their clothes from the night before. He put his clothes in his laundry basket and he folded Soobin's clothes and put them on his chair.

After that Yeonjun left his room to get a bottle of water and some Tylenol. Yeonjun looked at all the other various pill bottles in the cabinets. He got what he needed and resisted the urge to take 5 out of every bottle in the cabinet. He went back to his room and sat on the bean bag in the corner of his room and he checked his phone, which was sitting on the floor next to the bean bag. He saw a bunch of texts from his friends. Of course, he ignored the rest of his friends that he doesn't talk to a lot anymore, maybe friends isn't even the right word.

Kai

Damn! I didn't think you would do it

Beomgyu

Congrats! You're coming out if your shell some

Jin

So what happened?? You and Soobin just left without telling anybody

Jackson

You left with Soobin after you got high and drunk? Did you fuck?😏 lol

Yeonjun didn't feel like replying since all he saw was images from the party flashing back through his mind, but it was weird since he was watching himself from somebody else's perspective.