Boy Next Door (MinSung)

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TW: Mentions of abu$e, alc0hol addiction, and r^pe

I told you this was gonna get unhappy </3 sorry yall

After retrieving the movie snacks, the two boys head back to Han's house, and settle down for a night of movie watching (which did not last long)

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I couldn't keep myself from staring at the younger boy in my arms. The glow of the movie reflected off his face, and his beautiful side profile was all I could think about.

How long have we been together? I thought to myself. Counting on my fingers, I realized it had been only two weeks. At that point, Han had noticed me staring, and asked.

"What's wrong?" I shook my head and smiled at him.

"Nothing...You're so pretty." I tell him. He seemingly blushes, though the darkness makes it hard to see him. I kiss his jawline, and he sighs. I move my hand up his body, from his waist up to his chest, then run my fingers through his soft hair. He turns himself around to face me, straddling my lap. I kiss him, and smile against his soft lips.

(A/N No lie, Red Lights just started playing omg.)

Han breaks the kiss breathlessly. He stares at me for a second, pulling his hands back nervously.

"Are you okay?" I ask him. He only nods.

"Yeah, it's-I'm fine." He places his hand on my chest, and leans back in to kiss me, but I gently stop him.

"What's wrong, darling?" I ask him softly.

"It's-I don't wanna ruin the moment." He responds. I shake my head.

"You won't. You can talk to me about anything," I start, then follow it up with, "And if you aren't ready, I'll wait 'til you are." Han nods, and gets up from my lap. He walks over to the lamp in the opposite corner of the room, switching it on before sitting back next to me. I pause the movie, which was long forgotten.

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"So, I'm sure you've noticed that my dad, he isn't here." I nod, and he continues.

"He was really mean-I mean, he isn't a good guy." He pauses nervously.

"He drank, all the time. I can't remember any time when he was sober.."

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Flashback:

"God! you can never do shit right, can you, good for nothing.." He muttered on a wrath of curses, and other expletives at my mom. That's all I ever heard from my dad.

"Han! I'm upset, get in here boy!" I nervously got up, and I almost certainly knew what was coming. I walked into his bedroom, creeping through the bottles and cans on the floor to get in front of him.

As soon as I was there, he started yelling at me. Everything that had upset him that day I was yelled at for.

Mom burned breakfast because she was taking care of the littles, Mom didn't serve him breakfast fast enough, one of the littles was too loud, Mom didn't give him enough sex. All out on me.

He threw a bottle at the wall next to me, and the glass shattered, burrowing into my skin. I bit my lip to keep from reacting as blood trickled out of the wounds.

The air is knocked out of me as he pushes me down. He locks the door to the bedroom, and pins my wrists to the ground. I grunt in retaliation, but he's too strong for me to stop him. Next thing I know hes pulling my clothes off.

I can only cry as he hurts me, because I know he'll never stop, and there's nothing I can do.

End flashback

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"So..I try to push it back, you know? But it's so scary. I have no idea how to face it." Han says. My heart sinks at his words.

"I-I had no idea, Ji. I'm so sorry that happened to you, and I'm glad you told me. That's a big step towards recovery, is telling someone. I want to help you, I don't want you to hurt, ever."

He looks down at his hands as a tear falls onto his finger.

"I'm sorry. I ruined-" He starts softly, but I shake my head.

"You ruined nothing, darling...Can I hug you?" I ask. He nods.

"Yes, yeah that's fine." I wrap my arms around him, and he leans into my shoulder. I feel his tears wet my shirt, but I don't mind.

"You wanna go lay down?" I ask him, and he nods.

"Okay, I'll meet you there, let me clean up alright?" He gets up, and quietly makes his way down the hall to his room. I pick up the food and drinks, then I switch off the lamp and TV and make my way to his room. When I walk in he's gripping a pillow, silent tears rolling down his face.

"What's wrong, Hannie?" I ask him. I lay next to him, and he motions to be closer, so I scoot towards him. He wraps his arms around me.

"Don't treat me like damaged goods, please." He asks me.

"I would never. You mean so much to me, I just want you to be happy." He holds me tighter, and all I want to do in this moment is tell him everything will be okay and promise that no one will ever hurt him again.

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Erm, this was a really heavy chapter sorry guys </3

Also, if you think there's any details about this chapter I should change, lmk! I'm open to constructive criticism.

Eat food, drink water, take your meds, stay safe <3

-Leebit With Lettuce (Party Poison ver.)