Hanahaki Disease || 𝑳𝒆𝒆𝒋𝒊𝒗𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒆

N i n e

"What? No no, it's beautiful." Chan stood up. Did he really mean it? Beautiful...

...

It was dark outside already, Chan didn't leave my side. I was getting nervous if my dad finds out he's here. He doesn't accept anyone here.

"I-It's 9:36..." I turned to Chan laying down my bed, me sitting up. He emailed and looked at me.

"Do you mind if I say for the night?" He asked. I can't say no..fuck.

I hesitated but nodded slowly. Afterwards I looked at the door waiting for my nightmare to come again. Chan noticed me spacing out.

"Innie, you alright?" Chan sat up and went to sit close to me. I however not let my eyes look anywhere except my fucked up door. Chan was surely confused. I never talked about my life or myself to anyone. Somehow, my brother came to mind.

"C-can you s-tay?" I turned around with my pathetic stuttering words.

"Of course. I'm here." Chan took his hands into mine. Then I heard the front door open and shut harshly. FUCK. He's here???

I got up, our hands separated. Chan also got up. I stopped him.

"S-stay!" I whispered shouted, Chan immediately stopped. He was now concerned. Why today, why. Please don't go anywhere and stay here Chan hyung. Please.

I opened my door and shut it slowly. As I left I saw the monster I call dad. He looked pissed. Pissed as ever. I thought my mom was here. Obviously not. She's probably somewhere with some other prick or chick.

"D-dad?" I said only a whisper to be heard from my mouth. He turned around. A broken bottle was seen in his hand. Glass shattered on the counter. I started to shake anxiously.

"You brought someone here didn't you." His voice was deep. Reminded me of that kid in my class. Looked like a ball of sunshine but his deep voice was different then what I had expected. I didn't say anything.

"ANSWER ME!" He yelled. Saliva bursts out his mouth. I flinched, squinting my eyes shut. The moment I opened them he took another glass bottle and smashed it on my head. My legs gave up and dropped to the dirty floor that hasn't been cleaned since my brothers passing. My vision was blurry but I was still conscious. I heard laughter, name calling, everything I didn't want to encounter today. The side of my head felt wet and warm. Blood. Blood everywhere.

"Pathetic. Just like your brother." He chuckled and went to the living room to do his shit.

I couldn't even cry. I ran out of tears. If Chan Hyung sees me like this...I don't know what will happen. Thankfully I got a hoodie on. All I had to do was put it on and cover up my scratch. I used the walls around me to help myself get up. It was tough, but I've been through worse. I got to my room, scared what might happen.

I slowly opened the door knob and went inside. My back facing the room and me facing the door.

"Jeongin." A soft but stern voice was heard. I flinched once my name was heard. He was definitely concerned. I turned around faking a smile. I didn't say a thing and just went by my desk and look through some any kind of bandages for my head.

"Jeongin.." I heard again. It wasn't a lovely voice. I ignored and continued to look inside my desk. Hoping there's any kind of treatment for my fucked up head.

Chan had enough. He stood up and walked towards me. My back facing him. He took my waist and turned me around. I flinched at his touch. My desk was somewhat small. He was close to me. And I was now sitting on my desk while he leaned on the sides of them. He observed me. My heart started to race. Very fast. I've never felt this feeling before. I wonder what it was. But it hurts.