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jisungs leg turned out to be fine.
thank god.

sneaking back into the house was less difficult, since everyone was still asleep.
and since jisungs leg turned out to be fine, I didn't have to carry him.
of course, that didn't mean I didn't do so.

I honestly woke up with a good feeling.
maybe this day will be nice after all.

mr. han was out of the house, the sun was bright and shiny, and surprisingly, my back isn't hurting.
so fuck that, today will be a good day.

I might just as well dance my way into jisungs room while singing dancing queen by abba.
but I'm not gonna do that...I have some dignity.
and also jisung would remind me of that until the day I would die.
and I do not wish for that.

so after checking out my very hot muscular body and putting a perfect suit on, I ( didn't dance out ) walked from my room, and went straight ( gay ) to jisungs room.

I decided to be a little ahh prankster, so I decided to wake jisung up by splashing him with cold water.
I will be able to say "it's a prank!" like the YouTubers do or something.
muahahaha.

anyway, after admiring my sleeping jisung for a while ( cool, now I sound like a creep ) ( twilight vibes ) ( Edward Cullen ahh minho ), I walked into jisungs bathroom and took his cup, filled it with water, and went back to his bed with a smirk.
and I poured the water on his face.

he practically jumped from his bed.
I was very proud.

"minho what the hell?!"
jisung yelled, wiping his eyes.

"it's a prank!"
I said, very happy and very proud.

"I fucking hate you."
jisung said, unamused.
"couldn't you just...SHAKE me to wake me up?"

"no. where would be the fun in that?"
I gave him my most innocent smile.

"fun for who."
he rolled his eyes, before walking into his bathroom and taking a towel, drying his hair.
"I'm not speaking to you for the rest of the day for the record."

"mhm. sure. you have a Korean lesson first, then English, then your therapist, and then your math lesson."
I told him.

guess what that fucker did.
he walked past me!!!
like I wasn't there!!

"jisung."

he went to his closet, taking out some clothes and walking to his bed.
STILL IGNORING ME!!!

"yo."
I was getting a little annoyed.
it was a nice prank, jisung is a party pooper.

he started changing his clothes.
and I very much liked the show.
if I could, I would stay there and watch him the whole time, but a very delicious breakfast was waiting for me downstairs.
AND...I would surely get hard.

"just come in your lesson in time."
I rolled my eyes, before walking outside, leaving him behind me.

•~•

I, in fact, had a delicious breakfast.
even tho I could have had a more delicious one.
cough cough...cough...jisung...cough cough.

anyway, speaking about jisung, that fucker was still ignoring me when he came down to eat.
can you believe him?
I just wanted to prank him bro, no hard feelings.
kinda disappointing.

I kinda actually think he won't talk to me for the rest of the day. I'm betting 50 000 won on that.

so when jisung disappeared into the study room with his Korean tutor, I decided that I will go talk with the nice maid.
I figured that a few minutes away from jisungs side won't hurt anyone, since he literally doesn't even really need me there...so...I went into the dinning room, where the nice lady was cleaning the table after the breakfast.

"hello miss."
I said with a small.

she turned around, smiling when she saw me.
"hi minho. how are you? did you sleep well?"

"I'm good, and yeah, I actually slept very well. what about you?"
I asked, sitting down on a chair.

"also very well. do you want me to bring you some fresh baked cookies?"
she asked me.

"oh you know me so well."
I said, like the good boy I am.

"alright then. wait here, I will be right back."
she told me, leaving into the kitchen.

I was super excited, and all I was thinking about was what kind of cookie will it be.
a normal chocolate chip one? maybe white chocolate one? omg how about red velvet one? I remember they did them one time, they were delicious.

"minho!"

this was jisung screaming.
and it sounded...terrified.
like he was scared.

I immediately stood up and ran towards the study room, and I opened the door.

no one could prepare me for the sight.

jisung was laying on the table. his tutor was holding him down. one of his hand on his mouth, so he wouldn't scream, and the second one was holding jisungs wrists over his head. he was pinned down on the table, trying to get out of his tutors grip, as the tutor...thrusted into him.

I punched the tutor.
as hard as I could.
and I didn't stop.
I stared as his face got redder and redder.
tears were streaming down my cheeks.

jisungs sobbing brought me back into the reality.
I stopped punching the tutor, and I immediately rushed to him, pulling him in my embrace.

"it's okay, it's okay."
my voice cracked.
"he won't hurt you anymore."

he continued sobbing, as I tried so hard to stay collected myself.

I wasn't here to protect him.

his sobs died down, as he fell asleep in my arms.
when I could feel him get limp in my hands, I pulled away, inspecting him.

ugly bruises were on his wrists and on his face, like he was slapped really hard. he was also...bleeding.

I fucking felt so disgusted with myself.

"my sweet jisung."
I whispered, putting his hair behind his ear, as my tears fell on his face.

I sighed, before gently picking him up and carrying him into his room, feeling absolutely worthless.