Stuck With You || 《 A Hwang Hyunjin FF 》

• ~ T H I R T Y - O N E ~ •

I was horrified, I followed the blood droplets as they got larger and larger on the way.

I was not ready for what I'm about to witness now, as I got closer, I heard a painful groan.

"Yeona?"

I ran towards the noise and what I saw was pure torture for me.

Lying on the ground, helpless and injured, with a knife stabbing her arm, was yeona.

I let out a gasp,

"Yeona! No, no, no!" I ran up to her and held her in my arms.

"H-Hyunjin, I'm s-sorry" she said weakly as tears rolled down her cheeks.

She was badly injured, the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"Shit, what do I do, what do I do?!?!" I yelled while panicking, I couldn't find the first aid boxes anywhere.

While I was running around the room cabinets to find the first aid box, yeona said with her weak voice,

Yeona: g-go...

"Huh?!"

Yeona: g-go away hyunjin, get out from h-here, before it's t-too late.

"What do you mean?! I'm not going anywhere without you!"

Then, just behind me, I heard a surprisingly familiar voice...

?: well o well... if it isn't for hwang over here, long time no see!

I slowly turned around, wait, this can't be... is it really who I think it is?

Hyunjin: S-Seojoon...?

Seojoon's POV

Hyunjin and I have been best friends since we were 6, back then in Korea. We lived beside each other as neighbors and that was how we met.

I was there for him, every single moment he had suffered, I knew it. Cause he always told me first his problems and I was there to comfort him, even at the time when he lost his parents.

We were more like brothers than best friends, that's how close we were. But, one reason that started making me hate him was my parents. I dont even call them my parents, I don't think they deserve such titles, they never loved me. They were some rich-@ss people who were always drunk, especially at weekend nights.

How much ever I worked hard on my studies or anything, they never appreciated me for all the sacrifices I went through. They always compared me to hyunjin. I ranked 2nd in class while he was the first.

And as my parents wanted me to become a perfectionist, they used to abuse me when they were drunk, sometimes they burnt my hands, other wise hit me with a metal chain, cut my skin with blades and what not. They locked me in the basement, giving me no food or water for the next 2 days.

One of the biggest abuse is the scar on my left eye. It is permanent and it will be permanent. I'll never forget that night,

Flashback to when he was 14 >>>

Seojoon: Mum, dad! Look I wanted to show you both my results!!!

I went running upto the living room holding my paper, they were drinking, as any usual Friday night.

Mom: And you are telling this now?! She said with a drunk voice.

"Sorry I got busy doing my homework, but you have to be happy right now!"

Dad: Go ahead, show us what you got. You better be ranked first in the class.

"Not exactly first but, look! I got 99.5%!!! Unbelievable, right?! I never passed 98!"

Mom: Then who ranked first?

"Mom, why do you care about that when I got-"

Mom: I asked, Who. Ranked. First.

I looked down, I knew this is going to be bad. Why did I ever expect them to be happy? They only care about me being first in everything.

"H-Hyunjin"

Dad: So him again, huh?! Why can't you ever beat him?! Whats the matter with you?!

"Dad, I'm sorry I-"

Mom: What on earth would a sorry do?! Will it get you anywhere better? No. Then why can't you ever be good at something?!

"Mom I tried, not everyone can be perfect!"

Mom: Yes they can! Now who do you think you are to tell me what's right and what's wrong?!

Dad: First, you bring unacceptable marks, and then you have the AUDACITY to lecture us?! He said shoving the glass on the ground.

"No! I didn't mean t-"

Dad: You deserve a good beating today, a really, really good one, kid.

Saying that, he threw the pieces of the glass right on my face, I had no time to react, and within a minutes... I could feel a stinging, burning pain near my eyes. I shrieked in pain as my one eye went completely blind.

All I could see was blood, blood all over my hands and on the ground.

Flashback END

I still remember how horrified I was, look what those merciless people turned me into, just like them.

STORY TO BE CONTINUED >>>