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Chapter Eleven: Hate & Fear

Jungwon stood in the corner of the room, his breathing ragged and heart pulsating fervently as he eyed the man across the room with nothing but fear on his eyes.

Jay scoffed, locking the door before he sat on the bed and got his phone out his pocket, scrolling through social media as Jungwon continued to sob in the corner, rigid and unable to move.

"Can you shut the fuck up!" He yelled, causing the boy to flinch as he got up from his sitting position. "I didn't even fucking hit you. The hell are you going on about? Huh?!" Jungwon backed away, holding on to the ends of his sleeveless pajama shirt as he tried to calm himself down.

In a fit of anger, Jay launched a case across the room, the object hitting the wall beside Jungwon and sending shards of glass all over the room.

One of the pieces of glass managed to get into Jungwon's foot, piercing through the skin and allowing blood to flow put of the wound, the boy hissing in pain as he moved his foot away due to the contact it made with the salty tears that continued to fall.

"You're really annoying, you know that?" Jay growled from the other side of the bed, oblivious to the pain the younger was in. "You're always avoiding me despite all the shit I do to make it up to you. What kind of stubborn attitude is this?" The tone of his voice makes Jungwon shiver more, not used to being spoken to in such a harsh manner.

"Jay hyung, please stop." He begged, an air of vulnerability embracing him as he struggled to keep himself composed.

"What? What do you want me to stop?" He taunts, beginning to make his way around the bed as he walks slowly to Jungwon. "You're such a spoilt bitch. Always getting what you want." He bites his inner cheek as he stands in front of him.

The words shouldn't have hurt. They shouldnt have made Jungwon feel worthless or make him cry more than he already has, yet they still managed to exactly that, tear him up into pieces. He never thought a remark as such could make him want to kill himself.

"I...I'm sorry, hyung." Jungwon utters, looking down to the ground and as Jay's eye follow his gaze downward, he sees the piece of glass still etched in Jungwon's skin, blood leaking ever so slowly.

"Urrgg, you little shit." He says, and Jungwon nearly pees his pants as Jay wraps a strong arm around his waist, the other going to the back of his knees before pulling him up against his chest and heading into the walk in closet.

Although hesitation looms over him at first, he slowly leans in against Jay's chest, inhaling his strong, masculine and woody scent and then closing his eyes, only to open them again when he's placed on the table where clothes are usually placed, the object now clear of any clothes.

"Sit here first, don't move and apply pressure to the wound." Jay commands him in a stern voice as Jungwon nods lightly, his tears had stopped falling long ago. "I'll go get the aid kit." He said before searching the wardrobe, pulling out a white box with a green cross over it before be sat on a stool in front of Jungwon, placing the younger's foot on his thigh as he began pulling the glass shard out and dressing the wound, blowing on it occasionally to calm Jungwon and the pain a little.

"It's almost done, ba-- Jungwon, just hold on." His tongue slipped, almost letting him utter the pet name he had grown fond of calling Jungwon during their college years.

Jungwon looked up, his face flush, pink cheeks and shiny eyes staring up at his husband while he focused on attending to his wound.

In that moment, he didn't feel fear anymore. He wasn't scared of the man in front of him, in fact, he hated how he made him feel so... different. It was a foreign feeling he couldn't put his finger on.