Spotlight ☆ | minsung

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(TW: mentions of abuse and rape. Please read with your own discretion.)

After a hot chocolate, kisses, cuddles and a lot of tears from Hyunjin's part, Jisung had made up his mind.

He was too happy to let it all get ruined by the sudden appearance of Myeongjun. He wasn't going to give the man that satisfaction, the power to control his life like he did before.

Han Jisung was so much stronger than that.

His friends and boyfriend hadn't left, even when Hyunjin had fallen asleep, tired from all his crying and aching were purple blotches formed on his face.

That fucker had landed a few good punches on the blonde.

"Jisung..." Felix said, hesitant. "Who was that guy? And why did he get Hyunjin like that?"

Ah, right. The big question. Was he ready to answer it? He looked at Minho with big eyes, remembering the man's words that day in the forest.

'Who knows, maybe one day we'll both be able to share our pasts comfortably.'

Maybe that day was today.

"It's complicated. Short version: he's my ex. Long version: he's the guy that used me to get off, bribing me with promises of love he never kept. Hyunjin hates his guts for what he did to me."

On his side, Minho squeezed his hand as a comforting 'I'm here if you need me'. Jisung felt safe.

"I think he's the first person I told I was gay to, and he told me he would help me... y'know, experience stuff. At the time I was in love with him, so I didn't need much more convincing than that. He asked me to keep it a secret so that it was more thrilling."

"He sounds like a sucker and I don't even know his name." commented Changbin. Jisung laughed softly.

"Myeongjun. His name's Myeongjun. And, yes, he is a sucker. After that, he started getting girlfriend after girlfriend and would come to me when he needed to... relieve stress, if you know what I mean. I tried to tell him about the girls and how sad they made me feel, but he said it was my fault because I wasn't pleasing him properly, and I believed every word he spoke. So I tried to get better at everything he'd ever used me for, basically sex.

One time, my dad saw us kissing. I thought my parents were gone, but apparently he had forgotten something and had to come back. Up to that point everything started getting out of hand.

Myeongjun went saying everywhere that I had force him to have sex with me multiple times and I was despised at school for it. I was alone, completely alone. At that time, Hyunjin and I despised each other." Jisung chuckled, remembering how he used to hate the only person who, in the end, stayed by his side.

"The only thing we had in common was our bad reputation and that we were both alone. Hyunjin had almost gotten expelled because of some faux accusations. A girl he had rejected told everyone a lie, claiming he had touched her without her consent. He told me one time I found him half-drunk in the school's bathroom after classes, when I was also trying to hide away...

from everyone around him. Jisung didn't want to go home just yet, knowing he'd have to spend the whole weekend in there; but he also didn't want anyone to know where he was, so the closed off bathroom from the las floor would be the best spot to just curl up in a ball, close his eyes and escape from reality just for the time being.

He nearly ran out of his last class, climbing up the stairs three steps at a time.The disgusted looks didn't bother him anymore, he had grown used to them enough that he could just ignore them. Soon, he was in front of the usual bluish grey door with the 'out of order' paper sign taped on it.