"father" | yeonbin

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infuriating.

beomgyu felt. tired of hearing them fight all day.

infuriating.

beomgyu just wanted the world to stop so he didn't have to hear their constant yells.

infuriating.

beomgyu wishes he could just die. cause from what he's heard, their arguments always have to do with him. he thought of the idea, why not just kill myself and they'll be happy. they wouldn't fight anymore.

infuriating, infuriating, infuriating.

i want to die.

he says it repeatedly in his head. chanting it. manifesting it. he looks down as his shaking hands and his legs that won't stop trembling. does his parents not realize how their arguements are effecting him?

no they can't. they're too busy being assholes.

infuriating.

i want to die

infuriating.

i want to die.

infuriating. infuriating!! infuriating!!

"i want to die!" he yells, immediately crying after. his tears were too much to hold in. sobbing a river of tears onto his hands. staining the his clothes that were too small for him. but he always wore them cause it made him feel slightly safe and comfortable.

"i can't take it anymore!!" he yells again, throwing his pillow onto the floor harshly. grabbing another pillow and throwing them at his stuff, causing some things to break. but he didn't care, he's having an emotional outbreak.

"die! die! die!" he yells, continuing to break more things until he found a sharp object. he puased for a second before smiling manically. he lazily picked up the sharp glass. smiling widely at the sharp tip.

his hands were shaking badly. his vision kept switching focus. he brang his hand down, pointing the tip to his bare arm. he wanted to do with for so long.

without hesitation, he cut a huge slit on his arm. he screamed in pained, but happiness. after seeing the successful cut on his arm that he was so scared to do. he had the confidence to cut more.

he trailed the lines down his arm mindlessly. his arms was bleeding horribly. but beomgyu loved the pain. he felt like he deserved it. he cut more and more. he flipped his arm around, but when he was about to slit himself again, the door bursted open.

beomgyu's eyes widened in terror as he glanced towards the door, the broken glass dangerously close to his pulse.

he met eyes with yeonjun.

"beomgyu..." yeonjun called out, his voice already trembling. he stared at the bloodied scene beomgyu had created, a whirlwind of emotions raging within him. "w-why... how... just..." he struggled to form words, the sobs that were threatening to escape suffocating him.

this realization snapped beomgyu out of his trance, and in a surge of fear and pain, he threw the glass away, his hands trembling. he kept his gaze fixed on his father, who stared back at him. beomgyy couldn't fathom why yeonjun wasn't doing anything, but the silence only intensified his fear. he was petrified, scared to even move just the slightest.

"beomgyu... how. HOW COULD YOU!" yeonjun yelled, his voice louder than ever. beomgyu flinched, crawling away from his father and hiding in the corner. "WHY?! WHY?!!!" yeonjun continued to yell, stomping his way over to the boy who desperately tried to distance himself from the furious figure advancing toward him.