REWRITTEN
"i hate life. but i don't want to die. just sleep until everything is done, over."
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youngjae whimpered, as he was forcefully shoved onto the ground, hard. but the only thing that he was mad at was himself, who let himself whimper, no matter how much he tried.
"you piece a shit." sun min muttered, as he kicked youngjae so hard youngjae rolled back. "all you had to do was cook breakfast."
"it's fucking mid night." youngjae had muttered through his coughs.
"so, bitch? it's morning!" sun min laughed, walking over to youngjae.
youngjae has slept right after he cooked dinner and washed the dishes, only to be woken up by a hand grabbing his hair and dragging him off his bed.
he was only to be dragged again, and brought downstairs to the living room.
he didn't give a shit at first, but the house was big and his room was the furthest from the living room. the pain was just unbearable, so he punched sun min on his stomach, and running down stairs himself, bringing himself to the door that led to the porch. the only thing was, he couldn't find the fucking keys.
he was pulled back by the collar of his shirt, then smacked again into the door. luckily, youngjae avoided a bloody nose by moving his face to the side and let his cheekbone are the hit.
it still hurt as hell, but much better than a broken nose.
"bitch, trying to run?" sun min had pulled youngjae by the collar backwards again, pushing him onto the floor. not waiting for a reply, sun min had kicked youngjae again, and youngjae quickly tried to get up. youngjae ran to the kitchen, hoping to get his hands on a knife. but sun min has hidden all the knifes when he was about to sleep, as youngjae's intentions were unpredictable. he could be stabbed while he was sleeping.
as youngjae picked up random silverware or utensils, he threw them behind him, hoping to hit sun min. he then shoved plates to the side, the plates breaking on the floor.
but he still couldn't find any weapons other than spoons and forks.
but sun min had a thick skull, literally. and stabbing with those would only cause the silverware to vibrate back to youngjae.
with many broken plates, youngjae couldn't go around sun min, who was now currently standing a few meters in front of the door. sun min had easily walked passed the sharp pieces of quartz and clay, grabbing youngjae and threw him on the broken plates.
youngjae didn't risk to move, as moving would cause more of the sharp pieces to stick onto him, but not moving also caused the pieces to enter deeper.
much to his dismay, youngjae wasn't wearing long pajamas or long sleeves. he wore a short sleeve t-shirt and shorts. he thought it'd be too hot.
as the pieces sunk deeper, sun min just walked around him and exited the kitchen.
youngjae now feel wet warm liquid that embraced the bottom of his arms and legs, and started feeling the pain.
youngjae let his eyes close, hoping this was the last of his life experience.
-
"holy fuck, youngjae, sun min, again?!"
youngjae heard a light voice, but he couldn't see anything. he felt hands raise his body up.
and suddenly, youngjae couldn't feel any pain. something warm has embraced him, but he still kept his eyes closed.
"why can't we just tell the police?" the voice asked.
-
youngjae opened his eyes. something sticky was under his arms his legs and he felt needles against his back, and it has as if they were speaking, they threatened that if youngjae would move, they would let themselves go right through his skin.
it was all a dream,
someone saving him? bullshit.
youngjae laid on the kitchen floor, looking up at the ceiling. the warm embrace was the sun that went right through the transparent sliding doors.
the voices were just himself begging to be okay.
N:
first chap ~~
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