Our gym teacher forced Hansol to take his sweat-shirt off out of fear that he would overheat.
For the sake of my curiosity, I wished he'd just kept it on and sat out... but he didn't.
He unzipped the sweat shirt and tossed it into the corner, his arms exposed.
I immediately felt like crying at the sight... no matter how much I hated him I couldnt bear to look at him.
His forearm was terribly bruised and his elbows were scraped to the point where they looked like raw hamburger, there were straight trenches across his arms, red and irritated like he had been swatted by switches. The cuts were thick and thin, coated with dried blood.
Why don't you fucking take care pf yourself? I so badly wanted to know who was doing this to you.
I stopped you after class, cleaned up each and every single lash mark and scrape I could. I missed third period but I didn't care.
"Why do you take care of me if I hurt you?" He had asked.
I finally came to terms with my thoughts and feelings... Kim Hansol, I love you.
I told you that too... just like clockwork we repeated a few days before, this time in the unisex bathroom on the second floor.
Later that day I met you in my car at a spot in the woods by your house... I saw every inch of his body, and he, mine.
You finally told me who was doing these things to you... Your father. He wasnt a nice man.
Not at all.
Mama said to give you no sympathy but I gave you everything I had to give.
Im so... so... so... sorry.
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Fanfiction((AU in which Kim Hansol is a highschool bully.)) You're the kind of guy that lies, cries when he doesn't get his way, gets no positive attention. I know thats why you settle for this. All of this negative attention. You're everything I hate, you cl...
