A Crazy Little Thing Called Imagination // Hyunlix

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TW (kinda gets extreme again?)

1 missed voicemail

"Hey Jinnie, it's yej, you aren't picking up your phone so I thought I'd just leave a voice message because you aren't checking my texts either. Why? Why are you ignoring me? I literally didn't do anything wrong? Anyway, I was gonna go on a shopping spree with ryu but I don't have much money left, could you lend me some? I'll pay you back when I can, but it's our anniversary so I need to buy her something. Also, I was wondering if you want to go out soon with the whole group again, maybe we could go out late at night yknow? The thrill off sneaking out! It'd be fun, no? Anyway, let me know when you can! Love you, bye"

Unseen

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The room was dead silent when he re-gained his consciousness, the only sound he could hear clearly was the faint snapping of the strings that were holding him together.

His vision was blurry, and he couldn't feel a single muscle in his face. His hands were still shaking, and his legs felt like jelly.

When he tried to push himself off the ground with his arms, he fell back down immediately, feeling a sharp pain race through him whenever he moved his shoulder.

He could vaguely recall the events from a few hours prior, he didn't remember how he got there, or what they did to him, but he remembered what they said.

It was the only thing he could hear.

"Just fucking kill yourself"

"Those scars just make you uglier"

"I bet they're using you for money"

Those 3 stuck out to him the most.

He tried again to push himself up, but like last time, he collapsed right away.

Then he tried again, this time using the wall to help him.

Using the wall to help him made the pain slightly easier to bare, though it still wasn't something he could ignore. It felt like someone was holding a red hot knife across his back with every move he made, it felt like he was an angel who had their wings torn clean off.

Despite the feeling of a million needles in his back, he managed to make it past the part where he needed help from his arms, though he still felt it quite difficult to deal with the sting.

Once he was up, it was only a matter of time until he could leave.

His phone was still in his pocket, and his backpack was long forgotten back at Yejis, so it wasn't as if he had anything else to collect.

His only goal now, was to make it to his room unseen. He didn't want anybody to catch him in this miserable state, they'd be disgusted.

He creaked the door open, slightly slouching as he couldn't stand up straight just yet. He checked the hallway, looking back and forth, before slowly and quietly closing the door behind him.

The house was silent, so he could only assume it was late or his parents were out, or nine times out of ten, both.

Luckily, that torture room wasn't too far away from his bedroom, meaning he'd only have to walk through some corridors to get there.