Horizon | C.JH , K.YS | rewrite

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Startled awake by the sudden noise of something crashing to the floor, Yeosang jolted upright in bed, heart pounding against his ribcage. Disoriented and groggy, he struggled to recall how he had ended up in his bedroom or when he had succumbed to sleep's embrace. The absence of Minwoo's presence in the room did little to ease his unease; he could sense his looming presence elsewhere in the apartment.

Hoping for a rare moment of tranquillity on his day off, Yeosang longed for the quiet solitude that often eluded him in Minwoo's presence. However, fate seemed determined to deny him even this small reprieve. Glancing at his phone, he noted with a mixture of disbelief and dismay that it was already 4 am the following day. Had he truly slept through an entire day?

Yeosang strained to hear the familiar sounds of chaos emanating from the living room, a telltale sign that Minwoo was at it again. Likely drowning himself in alcohol, as he so often did, regardless of the hour or the day.

With cautious steps, Yeosang crept out of bed, his movements careful to avoid making any noise that might draw unwanted attention. He pressed a trembling hand against the cool surface of the wall for support as he peered around the doorway into the living room.

There, bathed in the dim glow of the room's solitary lamp, stood Minwoo, his figure hunched over amidst a mess of shattered glass and spilled liquid. Yeosang's gaze lingered on the broken remnants of a bottle, but his focus quickly shifted back to Minwoo, whose mutterings and ragged breaths filled the air.

Before Yeosang could retreat to the safety of his bedroom, Minwoo's eyes snapped up, locking onto him with a ferocity that sent a shiver down his spine. Panic surged through Yeosang as Minwoo's hand shot out, gripping the fabric of his hoodie and yanking him back into the clamorous scene of their shared reality.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Minwoo's voice thundered, laced with fury as he bellowed inches from Yeosang's trembling form.

Yeosang's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding like a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. "Nowhere—" he began, his voice barely a whisper against the storm of Minwoo's rage.

The stench of alcohol wafted from Minwoo's breath, assaulting Yeosang's senses with its putrid intensity. He fought against the urge to gag, his stomach churning in revolt.

A sharp smack landed on Yeosang's cheek, the impact sending shockwaves of pain rippling through his already battered body. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.

Minwoo seized him by the collar, his grip like a vice, and leaned in with a venomous sneer twisting his features. "You worthless piece of shit. How do you even live with yourself? Pathetic, lowly creature. Why did I ever waste my time with such a repulsive being?"

Yeosang's heart shattered with each venomous word that fell from Minwoo's lips, each syllable driving deeper into the fragile remnants of his self-worth. After two years together, to hear such cruelty spat in his face cut deeper than any physical blow ever could.

His frustration with Minwoo surged like a tidal wave. "Then fucking leave—"

Before Yeosang could finish, a fist collided with his cheek, the force sending shockwaves of pain radiating through his skull. His jaw throbbed as Minwoo's rage manifested in violent blows.

"You dare to talk back to me, you slut?" Minwoo's voice was a venomous hiss, dripping with contempt. "I've given you everything you ever wanted, and this is how you repay me? No wonder you're such a worthless piece of trash, you had no one to even raise you!"

The mention of Yeosang's parents ignited a fiery rage within him. Memories of his lost loved ones flooded his mind, but Minwoo's callous use of them as ammunition for his insults fueled a murderous fury.