A first slap.
Jeongin's head turned to the left.
A second slap.
A tear rolled on the teenager's red cheek.
A third slap.
"-You're just a big shit Jeongin. You shame this family"
He was josted on the floor, his head violently hitting the tiles of the large house.
But yet, Jeongin remained impassive, passive, he was now used to it.
His father came out of the big room, leaving his son with the back of the bleeding skull, and still bruises present on his frail and white body.
Jeongin treated himself alone, left to himself, while he heard the laughter of his brothers and their cries of joy when they received gifts from their mother.
He didn't have dinner and took his jacket, taking care to put on his hood.
And when everyone was busy, the brunette came out of his house and went to sit on the bench at the edge of the cliff, next to this other boy he had never spoken to.
He looked up and observed the blue starry sky, letting a faint smile appear on his lips.
"My name is Christopher and you? "
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BLUE SKY (English ver.) - jeongchan
Fanfiction"as usual, the frail and peaceful teenager sat on the bench of the cliff, observing the starry blue sky. " a sad stray kids story. short. this is the traduction of my own book "blue sky„ which is originally in French.
