I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

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next couple chapters are gonna be dark. just a warning.
tw: fslur

✧five years ago✧

jisung hung his head low as he exited the school building, pulling his hood over his head in an attempt to hide his face.

He walked as calmly as he could, trying to not be noticeably agitated. He disappeared in the crowd of students who were eager to go home after a long, boring day of 8th grade.

He glanced around from under his hood, beginning to quicken his pace, before breaking out into a sprint, pushing through the crowd, as something caught his eye.

Now, Jisung was fast but with the huge congregation of students at the front of the building, it was impossible to maintain the speed he needed to get away.

Heads turned as Jisung shoved them aside. He apologized before doing it again, but they only rolled their eyes and continued to mind their own business.

See, this was a regular occurrence. A simple routine. So, it was nothing new.

What exactly was Jisung running from?

Who was Jisung running from?

Two of the most double-crossing, homophobic, dirtbags he had ever encountered.

Hueningkai and Choi Yeonjun.

They had been after Jisung for a long time, but recently, they had been taking it further, resulting in chasing him down after school to, not only beat him up, but to harm him with knives and car keys.

All they wanted was for Jisung to kill himself so they did everything they could to make his life miserable. When they had not yet found cut marks along his wrists from self-harm, they took the liberty themselves to do it. They wanted everyone to know he was an unwanted freak. And it worked because no matter what Jisung did to cover the bleeding lines, people found out one way or another. And news spread fast. Soon, he was an outcast. Even by his 'friends'.

The only thing that failed in their plan, was the whole purpose, killing himself.

But, Jisung refused to give in. He had goals and dreams. He wanted to do something with his life.

Like music.

His room was littered with song lyrics and sheet music and was constantly filled with the sounds of the guitar or piano or whatever instrument he could get his hands on.

That was what pushed him to stand strong despite what they said or did.

But, it. was. torture.

With his parents gone most of the time, they never noticed the dozens of bruises that littered his body and it wasn't hard to cover it up either.

Of course, he covered it. It was the middle of the school year and he didn't want something like bullying to impede on his education.

And that day was like every other; he'd run, get caught, get beat up for a solid 40 minutes, and then be released, suspected of killing himself.

All because he was gay.

How did they find that out?

What a story.

Years ago, Jisung, Kai, and Yeonjun were friends. More than friends. They were a crew, a team, a band.

Their band name was 'the lost boys' and most of the music they made was absolute shit but it was safe.

Jisung would do guitar, Yeonjun played bass, and Kai did the drums while all of them took turns on vocals.

They weren't the most popular but they were well-known and quite liked by others at their school.

But all of that changed the day Jisung confessed.

One of the neighborhood kids who had transferred to their school had caught his eye and he ended up developing a crush on him after working with him for a class project.

It was his first male crush and jr freaked him out but his parents helped them deal with it and after months of therapy and self discovery, he thought he could trust his two best friends. The most important people to him.

But, boy, was he wrong.

They not only rejected him, but they shamed him. They were absolutely repulsed by him. They betrayed him within a blink of an eye. Suddenly, he was not only friendlies, but Jisung also became a target.

That's when it all started.

He endured years if torture and , until it happened.

That day.

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Jisung finally made it through the thicker part of the crowd, sprinting out the gate and down the street to the back alleyway of his neighborhood.

And for a split second,

He thought he was safe.

The back of Jisungs backpack was snatched and he was forcefully dragged back, thrown against the wall.

He didn't even beg for mercy.

He was beyond that point.

"We're going to try something a little...different. I bet you'll love it," Kai said, laughing. Yeonjun chuckled knowingly, helping drag a panicked Jisung away from the alleyway.

When Jisung realized that he was being taken somewhere new, he began to struggle against them, flailing his legs and yelling at them, "What the fuck are you guys doing?? Let go of me!!"

"Shh, you'll like it, I promise," Yeonjun said, smiling with a mischievous, almost deranged look

'I promise, we'll be a band forever. One day, we'll make it big and be stars. Just us three. We're unstoppable,' Yeonjun once said.

Yeah fucking right.

"Yeonjun, Kai-"

"Shut the fuck up, faggot," Yeonjun said, digging in his back pocket and pulling out the rag he often used to wipe the sweat off his forehead and stuffed it in Jisung's mouth.

Jisung gagged, knowing all the inside stories about that rag.

Tears pricked at his eyes as they neared the abandoned building they used to practice for performances in.

Oh, the memories.

He was thrown against the back wall that was littered with graffiti that they did together.

Jisung yelled through the fabric as best as he could, only to be punched into silence.

"Just shut up already," Kai complained, grabbing something that looked like a string of some sort, tossing it to the ground.

Jisung struggled to figure out what they could possibly use a role for before a shiver of fear ran through his body at the next sentence that came out of Yeonjun.

"Take off your clothes."

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