‼️DISCOUNTINUED: SIREN: a yeonbin ff

chapter 40

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND CHILD ABUSE

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Yeonjun swam beneath the surface of the water, feeling tired and heavy. The people around him could see how he carried his own weight more and more each day, how he dragged himself to keep on living. He knew how gross he probably looked, fasting unintentionally for days now.

His cheek bones were sunken in, pulled by the weight of his eyebags, and dull eyes with forced smiles. He wasn't exactly doing so hot. Beomgyu was worried, the way Yeonjun had to yank a smile upon his face when the long haired told a joke, or the way Yeonjun had to drag himself inorder to live.

The long haired knew it was his fault, but he couldn't seem to lift the guilt off his shoulders. He couldn't bare to see Yeonjun attempt to die again.

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FLASHBACK: yj + bg on Crown Island

Yeonjun ran across the beach sobbing his eyes out. His tears made his vision blurry, the sand and waters blending together in a confusing haze. He ran with hands on both side of his head covering his ears to plug out the noise as much as possible, but the screams were too loud.

Unsure if they were from his head or not, he tried escaping reality by just staring at the sky. The moon glowed a pale white and illuminated his face making the salty tears glisten on his cheekbones.

He dashed to beomgyus house, tears streaming hot down his face while his bare feet were cut up by the shells on the sand. He saw the light gleam from around the dahlias and immediately headed towards the warm glow of the lanterns in Beomgyus front porch.

He stood in the middle of thier yard whiping the tears off his face agressivly while scanning the dark yard for the treehouse the two shared. In the dim light, he manage to scout out the large red trunk along with the worn down ladder that led up to the entrance.

His teardrops became angry, more upset than depressing as his eyesbrows furrowed with fury. He was no longer sad, pain overcome by the bile rising from his stomach, making his mouth taste of bitterness and rage. He was mad that he was defensless, mad that he didn't open his mouth, and mad that his parents had to shut it.

The fury burned through hus veins as he grabbed the rope in the graden next to him and began to climb the ladder of the treehouse. Every step he took, the more agrrivated he grew. Every cricket chirping, every rustle of the leaves, every jangle of the crooked staircase made him burn inside.

He stomped into the house, face red and hot from the previous sad tears. They were now tears of anger, firey like molten lava staining his cheekbones with every hot drop that escaped. He sniffle and wiped the salty liquid off his cheeks and began his way towards the balcony where the moon shone brightly.

His hands moved quickly, swiftly tying the rop to the branch haning ontop of the roof in thier balcony and making a small loop at the end. He was so sick. Sick of this, sick of his parents,

sick of living

He cringed as the cold night air blew and ruffled his black hair. At the age of 13, he hadn't dyed his hair yet, it was virgin and still healthy. He wouldn't have guess tho, that deprssion would lead to buying hair bleach and color at the convienence store.