My Online Boyfriend (18+ YEONBIN FF)

@GETTINGPERSONAL (❌❌❌)

Soobin's POV:

I never thought that Yeonjun would have a bully. I also never thought that it would be his own dad.

The hand print that was left on his face hurt my heart. What hurt even more was that it didn't matter if his dad struck him or not. He told me to drop it, as if it didn't happen, as if I didn't see him get smacked in the face.

He slumped onto his bed and faced me. "You can go if you want," he said to me, pointing to the door. "I have homework I need to catch up on. If I don't do it, the school will call Brandon and he'll be angry with me."

"To be honest, I feel a little scared to go downstairs because I don't wanna run into your dad," I said to him, fidgeting my fingers.

"Brandon," Yeonjun said quickly, correcting me. "I don't call him my dad for the way he treats me. He doesn't deserve that title and he never will. Just call him Brandon."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. It's not the first time he's hit me."

That's a little devastating. "Does he hit you often?"

Yeonjun glanced at me. "It's not as bad as it used to be. It was so much worse." He tried to crack a smile, but I could tell he didn't want to.

"What do you mean?" I eyed him.

"Look, let's just forget about it."

"But I don't wanna forget about it," I said sternly. "Your da-" I froze, making sure I didn't call him that. "Brandon struck you in the face and you're not gonna do anything about it?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Speak up for yourself? You do it for me at school. The Yeonjun I know would never let someone bully him," I put forth.

"This isn't just someone," he sat up. "It's the person that let's me live here for free, that always makes sure I have food and water, the person that allows me to go to a good school."

"He's supposed to do that," I almost wanted to scream. "I'm sorry and I know you don't wanna hear this, but he's your father. Those are basic needs that every parent is suppose to meet when they have a kid. Where's your mom in all of this? Does she know Brandon abuses you?"

Yeonjun took a breath before answering. "Soobin, please? Just stop. I don't wanna talk about this."

I sighed heavily and flopped myself on the bed next to him. "I'm sorry. You're gonna be okay."

Yeonjun laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, that's what they all say. But until then, I'm not okay. Not one bit." He stuck his pinky out at me. "Pinky swear you won't tell our friends about Brandon hitting me."

"They don't know about this either?" I questioned, linking my finger with his. "These are your best friends and you don't share everything with them? This is the second secret I'm finding out about in less than two hours that you've kept from your best friends. They need to know."

"I'm allowed a private life."

"Not when you're being abused like this," I spat out. I know he wants me to drop it so I guess I'll stop for now.

I glanced at his cheek. "Does your face still hurt?"

"A little," Yeonjun whispered, staring into my eyes. "Why do you care so much if my face hurts or not?"

"A good man once told me that the reason he cares so much is because he loves his friends and wants to make sure they're okay," I referenced him.

Yeonjun smiled at me and sighed. "I told you that, silly."