Hyunlix Oneshots

Help Me 💭

T/W: Violence, Abuse, Sexual Assault mentions, Suicidal thoughts

"Pathetic"

I flinched as he finally said something after an hour of sitting next to him. I looked down at my hands on my lap, my palms facing upwards. I felt an invisible weight being placed on my chest, and my vision blurred with tears. I watched as tear drops fell into my lap, my legs crossed.

"I know" I said not looking forward at him, lying comfortably, snuggled in his blanket.

He chuckled, "Of course you do Jinnie. Glad you finally realised."

I looked at the hoodie that I was wearing, it belonged to him. "I'm sorry." I said quietly, ignoring the stinging pain in my cheek and jaw from him punching me over and over again.

"What makes you think saying sorry will make me forgive you Hyunjin?" He snapped. I flinched barely suppressing my whimper. I truly am pathetic.

I sniffled and wiped the tear that ran across my cheek, because it stung when it tried crossing the cut. My eyes widened when I saw the sleeve of my hoodie catching some blood from my cheek.

Victor growled and sat up yelling, "I give you my hoodie to wear and you just mindlessly ruin it? Are you fucking stupid?!"

I flinched, and a sob escaped my lips when i tried to control my whimper again. "I- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll wash it. I'll get it-" I stopped talking as my vision went black for a second. I opened my eyes and lowered my head. I fucked it up again, he hit me again. Why can't I be better?

"God you talk so much. I should give you a word limit." He said and I tensed up.

"You know what? You should wear that watch that I bought you, it records voice so I can go over it every night and see how much you talked. When I think you've learnt your place again, you can stop wearing it." He said casually.

I bit my lip, feeling my head ache. What did I do? I should have fucking stayed quiet. I can't even talk to anyone freely now. I work at a retail store, how will I help the customers properly if I can't even talk much? Customers are the only people I can interact with and have a conversation with.

"I asked you a question, yes or no!" Victor shouted and I flinched back with a gasp, almost falling off my bed. I nodded quickly, "Yes.. Yes Vick... I mean Victor." He smirked and lied down, pulling me close. He snuggled into me, "That's my good boy."

I shuddered and cuddled closer to Victor, wanting some comfort right now. He'll look to my bruises tomorrow.

Next morning,

The day went by in a blur. My face had so much make-up on it. Thankfully there weren't too many customers today so I haven't crossed my word limit yet. A hundred words is a lot though. How am I already running out?

I slumped in my chair feeling tired. I haven't been eating a lot either. He only let's me eat something if I do something good.... Or rather if I behaved in bed. I really hate submitting to him but it's fun I guess.

I haven't eaten in three days. Which is ok, lots of people eat even less.

A customer walked in, I didn't bother to open my eyes and raise my head from the desk to look at whoever it was. I'm too tired.

The footsteps were light, graceful. It sounded like it might be a girl. Maybe thin, same age as me, but not taller than me.

...I think I may have watched too many detective shows.

My eyes shot open when whoever was in my shop muttered something. Ok, definitely not a girl. Damn his voice was deep. I looked towards him, seeing his back. His hair were blonde and longer than mine. If I hadn't heard his voice, I would have still thought he was a girl. He was wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans that hugged his legs just right.