❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃? ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ambiguity and mysteriousness is what makes the coy president of Workers fall for one of the les...
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「A Glimpse of His Past 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ NAILS DIGGING THROUGH his skin and teeth grinding in hatred, [M.Name] tried to block out the words being said to him by his grandmother and mother, yet all of it still struck deep into his heart and flesh, wounding him deeper and bloodier than his blades ever would.
"Do you think anyone would ever want to look at that ugly fucking face of yours?" His mother scoffed, throwing her utensils on the table and jabbing a finger on the boy's shoulder. "You think you're so amazing, don't you? You think you're better than everyone else that's why you think you can talk back to me now."
"He's always like that," the grandmother butt in, "he's rude for no reason and thinks we're abusing him. If this was abuse then what we went through in our days was torture! They didn't feed us for days and kept hitting us with belts and wooden paddles!"
"Remember this, you worthless piece of shit," his mother hissed, grabbing his jaw and digging her nails in his skin, looking him in the eyes with venom dripping from her words, "no one would ever love you and care for you like we do, so stop acting like a fucking child and grow up!"
She harshly pushed his face away, nearly cutting his skin and making it bleed. [M.Name] gripped his utensils to the point where it hurt, his knuckles turning white and his breathing becoming heavy. His blood gradually boiled to the point he could feel heat inside of his body, clenching his jaw so hard that he thought it was going to break.
"You're ugly, stupid, lazy, and ungrateful," his grandmother stated as if it were the truth, challenging him with her eyes boring into his. "Look, look! The little devil is looking at me like he wants to kill me!"
[M.Name] held his fork tighter, continuing to glare at the old woman until he felt a harsh slap against his cheek, turning towards his mother while hissing in pain.
"Look at your grandmother like that again and I'll fucking shove that fork in your eyes and feed you them!" She shrieked at the boy. He flinched away but said nothing, not because he couldn't, but he was not allowed to.
In this house, he was never allowed to say anything. He could never express how he feels for it was always invalidated. Either by his mother or his grandmother.
He's not allowed to feel tired or exhausted because he was still young and supposed to be full of life, unlike his mother who was always working and his grandmother who cleans the house. He's not allowed to feel tired from school works because it was a light job and his responsibility. He's not allowed to feel tired because he does nothing.
