perspective | jjk

10.

i understand you're angry, but do you have to be so rough? you pull me out of the park like i'm a rag doll, i'm also certain my wrist is bruised. i cry out, but you don't hear me. you can't have heard me, because the jeongguk i love wouldn't hurt me. though i'm no longer sure.

when we get home, your actions change, you drop my wrist and in front of my mother you wrap your arm around my shoulder. min-ji isn't home, mother tells you, but you say it's fine, you'll stay with me and study like good students. she likes that about you.

we don't study at all. i gulp when you close the door and you turn to me, because you don't look pleased and i find myself wanting donghyuck instead of you. you're silent, so am i, and nothing can be heard apart from the harsh beats my heart gives out from fear.

then i hear you ask quietly, "do you love him?"

had you forgotten about the alcohol?