youngjae's pov:
i felt something wrapped around my waist as i started to wake up. i turned over to see jaebum hugging me. he looked so pretty when he slept.
why was i thinking that?
i noticed my waist was getting cold so i looked down. when i did i started to panic.
my waist was showing.
i hope jaebum didn't see it.
he wouldn't like me anymore.
he wouldn't understand.
quickly i wiggled out of his grasp and pulled my shirt down, but it was to late jaebum was already awake.
"now youngjae, i want you to sit here and explain to me who gave you those bruises and why," jaebum said this in a tone i had never heard before caring, but serious.
it sounded even more serious because his voice was still groggy from sleep.
he probably doesn't wanna be my friend anymore after this.
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jaebum's pov:
i was fed up. he was hiding it from me the whole time? i didn't know and i didn't really care at this point i just wanted answers. i was getting tired of him trying to change the topic. it was really obvious he was doing it to.
i just wanted to know the truth.
"stop changing the subject youngjae, tell me now," i demanded
i was worried about him.
"well i am sorry i don't have the perfect parents jaebum," he snapped
he crossed the line.
"YOU THINK I HAVE THE PERFECT PARENTS! HUH? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS THINK I COME OVER HERE? MY PARENTS AREN'T PERFECT EITHER! NOT EVEN CLOSE! SO DON'T GO THINKING YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WITH PARENTS THAT AREN'T LOVING!" i yell
when i saw his expression my heart broke a bit.
i had scared him.
he was looking down not making eye contact. he was crying, he was shaking.
i did this.
it was my fault.
"i-i i'm sor-sorry," he managed to say through his tears
i took a step closer to him trying to close the distance between us. i stopped when he started to whimper in fear.
i ruined everything.
it's all my fault.
"youngjae, i'm sorry i snapped. it's just my parents aren't that great either. they are on the verge of divorce actually. that's how i found this place actually. i escaped my house becuase i couldn't stand their fighting," i admit
he stopped crying and the room turned dead silent. he looked up at me and wiped the tears from his eyes with his long sleeve shirt.
"to be honest, that's how i found this place to. it wasn't like this before, but it had potential and that's why i redecorated it. my parents are the ones who gave me these bruises if that's what you wanted to know. it was always verbal or a slap between them. then one day they brought me into it," he said
he pulled up his shirt up midway to show me all of his bruises.
"what if we run away together?" i ask
