𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 ~ {HyunChan}

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(Started - July 24, 2023)

(End - February 18, 2024)

TW : Mentions of abuse, self harm, and violence.

    The boy walked down the alley, to his home. Home ? No. That wasn't his home. That was hell. He would much rather be in school. Though the situation there wasn't all that amazing either. It was getting colder by the day. The boy pulled his hood over his head, as he kept walking, soon to stuff his hands in his pockets too. He got closer and closer to his, run down, shabby home. It wasn't something to look at. The dread grew. He stepped in his 'home'. He heard the faint sound of the fan spinning. The rickety old fan that could fall off the ceiling at any given moment.

       "Is that you boy ?" a raspy voice came, from inside a dark room, lit only by lights from the old television. The boy froze. Why was he home right now ? Could he ever catch a break ? "Yes sir..." He mumbled, barely audible. "WHAT ?" The voice boomed. The boy stepped back, visibly flinching, from the sudden change in tone. " Y- yes, sir.." He tried again. "Oh, it is you." The voice said every word dripping with venom. "Make me dinner will you ? I'm starving." The man said, sluggishly stepping out of the now pitch dark room. The boy nodded quickly and walked to the kitchen.

       There weren't many dishes to do, but it smelled horrible. Mold was growing on a pack of bread left open. The boy  stifled a gag, as he walked in, and started washing the dishes. Once done, he calmly started cooking, with what he had. Two eggs and some ramyun. A good meal. For one. The boy put the dishes on the table and walked into another room too freshen up.

     He didn't have separate nightwear, so he picked a large t-shirt that was light gray, and wore some black shorts underneath. Put his shabby phone on a small beaten table up beside his bed. And stepped in the shower. For a moment his fears and worries faded away. The shower drowned out the noises of an older man piggly eating. For the first time in a while. He felt relaxed, and he enjoyed every second of it. Afterwards, he reluctantly stepped out of the shower, wore the clothes he'd set out and headed to the table. The boys father, father ? He laughed at the term. That man was nowhere near a father. Eating without his son, leaving barely anything. "HYUNJIN !" He heard the voice scream. Hyunjins eyes darted to the room with the television. It was now lit, with a small bulb on the fan.

    Hyunjin hesitantly stepped in. "Father, you called ?" A glass smashed onto the floor. "THAT'S SIR. HYUNJIN. SIR !" The old man exclaimed. "He has been drinking." Hyunjin thought. Another glass smashed onto the floor. Hyunjin flinched and retreated to the foot of the doorframe. "Come here boy..." The man said in a singsong voice. It sent chills down the younger's spine. Hyunjin treaded carefully, trying not to step on the bits of broken glass on the floor. " Yes fath-" Hyunjin caught himself "-sir.. ?" The man turned to look at Hyunjin, and landed a powerful blow to his stomach. "AH !" Hyunjin fell to the floor with a thud his hands landed on the sharp shards on the floor. He whimpered, his hands started bleeding out. Hyunjin looked up, full of caution, scared of what was to come. " YOU WERE THE WORST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME YOU LITTLE SHIT !" His father yelled picking up a glass shard. The boy scooted further back. His eyes widening at the sight of the man looming over him in a threatening manner. " S-sir p- please ! What did I do ?!" The man punched the younger in the shoulder. He let out a shout filled with agony. How much more did he have to endure. "How dare you talk back to me !" Growled the old man through his rotten teeth. He kicked the boy now sprawled on the floor repeatedly, in the stomach, and gut.

However...

    Hyunjin was silent. He had grown to endure this, and regretted asking what he had done wrong. When he knew the answer. Being born. When Hyunjin was born. His mother had passed, and subjected his so-called father to rely on drinking alcohol to remain sane. "YOU SON OF A BITCH !" A sharp scream interrupted his thoughts. His father had stepped on one of the glass shards himself. Hyunjin winced as he got up. He clutched his gut as he walked up down the hallway, to his small room. The boy laid down on the bed and softly cried, cried because of the pain, cried because of the misfortune he was born into, cried because his mother was no longer with him. Cried, because it was his fault.