quiet • changki

seven

i heard my mom go down the stairs as rumbling sounds went throughout our squeaky apartment.

i glanced at the clock as it read 1:39 am

i let out a sigh, "oh god." which may have been a little dramatic. she apparently heard it as she barged into my room.

"why are you so rude to me?" she screamed into the room. it was dark, but i can still remember the feeling of her piercing gaze. "i do everything for you and you treat me like this? you know what, you can do whatever the fuck you want to. you're just a waste of my money, it'd be better if you lived with your fucking father in the ghetto. i don't fucking care anymore." she slammed my door shut and i've never felt so empty.

she whipped my door open again and chucked my only two pair of  beat up shoes straight at me, the pair ended up hitting my hip.

"ow!" i yelled, now getting angrier as i held myself back from cussing her out.

she turned around and shut my door. i could tell she was in the bathroom from how her voice still echoed as she continued to yell at me from the hallway and bathroom.

"i don't care about you, changkyun! you can cry all you want like a little bitch and i won't care at all! you're a dumbass for cutting yourself, but you can keep doing it if you want to end up in a fucking mental hospital!"

that's the last thing i remember hearing as i felt tears prick my eyes and my vision became blurry.

i assumed she went to sleep or was downstairs as she stopped yelling at me. 

the warm tears were trickling down my face onto my neck as i forcefully cupped my hand over my mouth to silence my disgusting sobs, afraid that she'd come back into the room and scream more.

my eyes flickered back to the clock as it read 2:28 am

"fuck." i mumbled while bringing my shoes downstairs and putting them on.

i locked and slowly shut the door, hoping i didn't alarm my mother.

my right hand found its way into my left hoodie sleeve as i nervously scratched my wrists as an attempt to calm myself down from the anxiety that was itching inside me.

i dragged myself to kihyun's window and peeked inside, his black hair was pushed back slightly and his head against the wall while scrolling through his phone.

i lightly tapped on the window, his eyes lazily looked up from his phone and me, he jumped to his feet and immediately unlocked it.

"ch-changkyun you didn't say you were coming i–"

i interrupted him, "i know kihyun i'm sorry i'm so fucking sorry," i wrapped my arms around his neck and hung onto my own sleeves tightly, "i just couldn't take it anymore! she just came in and yelled, and yelled, yelled some more."

he quietly hushed me while walking us to his bed and laid me down like a delicate feather before leaning on me.

he looked at me straight in the eyes with soft eyes, "i love you, okay?" he poked my chest softly.

"i care about you, so don't think no one does. i love you so much changkyun. i will say it over, and over, until you get it drilled into your brain." he kissed my temple, "i'll do anything for you to be happy, i'll take you anywhere. we can go downtown to an asian market that sells junk food and just binge and cuddle all night, we could go out to eat, shopping, anything you want me to do, i'll do it."

"i want you to love me."

a/n
this part of the story wasn't at the persons house, it was over the phone and she sang me to sleep.