Sweetheart (Minsung)

13. Shattered Glass

TW: Domestic Abuse/Violence, Insults.

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The street was dark and quiet, the only sounds being Jisung's footsteps on the pavement. He was returning home from his night out, the best one in a while. Just the thought of Minho made him happy, wanting to see him again. It was exciting and new to him.

The boy reached the door, unlocking it and being met with an eerily empty and quiet place. Thinking Eun was asleep he slips off his shoes, quickly shuffling towards his room. Jisung stops when a light flicks on.

"Where were you?" An angry voice asks him. He turns to see his boyfriend standing in the doorway to the living room, hand still on the light switch.

"Hi Eun. I thought you were asleep." He answers.

"It doesn't matter what you think, where the fuck were you!" His voice raises a little.

"I was just out for a walk." He replies calmly, not wanting the situation to escalate.

"Just out for a walk huh? You really think I'm going to believe that? WHO WERE YOU CHEATING ON ME WITH?" He yells stepping closer. Jisung's eyes widen, and he steps back.

"I promise I wasn't cheating on you. You were angry so I wanted to give you time to calm down." Wrong answer.

"CALM DOWN? YOU THINK THIS IS CALM? TELL ME THE TRUTH YOU WHORE!" He steps even closer, grabbing his shirt. Tears started to escape the boy's eyes.

"I just wanted to walk around a bit. I promise." He said again, trying to pry the man's hands off his shirt.

"YOU FUCKING SLUT!" His boyfriend yells, throwing him to the floor. From here, he can see the multiple empty beer bottles near the couch. "TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH." More tears and a sob escape his lips at the yelling.

"I-I promise yo-you I-I wasn't che-cheating!" His voice cracks as he looks up fearfully. Eun moves forward, standing above the boy and leaning down.

"STOP WITH THE BULLSHIT!" He spits at him, raising his fist. He swings it down, aiming for Jisung's face but he blocks it in time. He lets out a yelp from the hit to his arm. The boy moved, flipping to his stomach and trying to scramble away.

Eun swiftly moves to stomp on his back, halting his movement's. A scream erupts from his mouth along with some choked sobs. He bends down, sliding so that his knee his now holding him down on his back, right next to his face on the floor.

"I know your lying. Just tell me who you've been fucking." He says menacingly.

"I promise! I wasn't fucking anyone!" Jisung exclaims. Eun tuts, looking away and running a hand through his hair. The younger takes this moment of him being distracted to push his knee of and roll to the side, standing up and bolting to the kitchen. 

"Hey!" The elder starts to run after him but ends up in an empty kitchen. Behind the island the boy is crouched down, hand clamped over his mouth to quiet his sobs.

"Come out, come out wherever you are you little lying whore!" Eun says in a sing song voice. Jisung stays where he is, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to make it all go away. He hears slow footsteps, creeping towards him.

The elder peeks behind the island, smirking at the shaking boy. He creeps up, crouching right next to him and leaning closer to his ear.

"Boo." Jisung's eyes snap over and he pushes away, standing up and backing into a wall. Eun stands slowly, opening a draw while holding eye contact with his terrified boyfriend. He pulls out a glass cup, leaving the draw open.

"Now, you are going to tell me which bastard you ran off with." He steps slightly closer, cocking his head to the side.

"I didn't run off with anyone! I promise you Eun!" The younger tells him again. The other's smirk drops, and he raises the glass in his hand. Before Jisung can react glass his shattering over his face and neck. He moves his arms to block it, sliding down the wall to a crouching position while more glasses are angrily ripped from the draw and thrown at him and the wall.

After a minute, the showers of glass seem to stop, and he is pulled up roughly by his arm. Eun drags him to the door, opening it and throwing him out. Jisung crashes to the pavement, just staying there as he looks helplessly at the closed door. He can feel the blood dripping from his face, neck and arms, but can't be bothered to wipe it away.

He doesn't need to though, as rain drops start to wash away the blood away. After nearly an hour, the boy drags himself up, walking down the path. The rain pelts on his small figure as he wraps his arms defensively around his stomach.

He looks down, seeing the watered-down blood washing to his feet. He could see the many small cuts along his arms, some still having glass in them. The boy's tears added to the water streaming down his cheeks as he walked slowly to his destination.

Jisung eventually makes it to his destination, opening the door with ease and stepping inside the house he had been in not too long ago. He stumbled around, looking for a bathroom. Through a room with just a chair and some rubbish scattered around, he found what he was looking for.

The bathroom was old, mold between the tiles and dirt covering every surface. The boy stepped up to the sink, using his hand to wipe the mirror and see his reflection. He sobbed at seeing the scratches on his face and down his neck to his shoulder.

There was one deep gash on his cheek with a few shallower ones around it. More littered down his neck and shoulder. Some were deeper than others, or longer, some even had glass sticking out, including the gash on his cheek. 

One by one, he rips out the pieces of glass from his shoulder up and dropping them in the sink. He hesitates at the one on his cheek, but after a deep breath, pulls it out. He yells and drops it before collapsing against the wall and sobbing loudly.

After a couple of minutes, he pulls himself together, standing again and running the faucet. Jisung uses the water to wash as much blood off as possible. When a sufficient amount has been washed down the sink, he leaves, returning to the entryway where off to the side is a room with an old, dusty couch.

The boy carefully lays down, soon falling into a dreamless sleep.