Ink || JJP

2 - Bruises (TW)

JaeBum POV
  I remember the first time I saw marks on my arms. they were completely nonsensical. "Feed YoungJae."

  Im guessing Youngjae is my soulmate's pet because what type of human being would write on their arm to remember to feed another human.

  Whenever lines appeared on my body, ink and bruises alike, I wouldn't respond, I was too shy to.

  Now today, I made the bravest decision of my life.

  I answered.

  When it wrote "revise for exam tomorrow." I immediately wrote down "good luck."

  There was a brief pause as I heard a loud scream in my ear. It's something that happens when you and your soulmate connect, you can hear the first thing that your soulmate says. It's a loud scream, then blank.

  I hastily wrote down "G B" waiting for an answer. Suddenly the door bell rang, I opened the door to see my Father. He was holding a bag of groceries. Then chaos ensued.

  A circle formed itself around the letter " B " my Father immediately noticed it and said "Jae Bum ah, what's that on your arm?" I looked over and was horrified at what I had seen, "m... my soulmate. It...It's a B...b...boy," I stuttered.

  My Father dropped his bags and said in a Low voice, "Jae, you know how I feel about homosexuals." Saying the word like it was a curse.

  "I'm sor...sorry, Dad," I mumbled, scared of what will happen.

  "What a disgrace to this family!" He shouted, anger written in his features.

  I closed my eyes and soon I felt a sting on my cheek. I felt a dull ache from my chest. Slowly it rose up to my throat as I let out a choked sob. My sobbing turned into silent tears as my Father left me with bruises on my face and he left. I stood at the front door, head bowed down and never ending tears fell. Soon my Mother came in. When she saw me she gasped in shock.

"Jae Bum! What happened? Are you alright?" She asked worriedly, placing her hands on my cheeks.

"Mom... It's dad," I cried out. I didn't have a thing against males, or gays. They were nice, kind and hilarious, but my family, or more like my Father, hated them with his entire being.

From a young age he drilled into my head, "Son remember, humans are supposed to get married to have children. Homosexuals are against nature. Hmm? Okay listen to Daddy."

  Whenever I was too close to a guy for his liking, hit, whenever I disobeyed him, hit again, and if I did anything he didn't like, I was hit again.

  My Father was loving, to some extent, but he had strict disciplinary rules. No staying out until 10, no use of computers without permission, no hanging out with people he didn't know, with the exception of school projects.

You should've seen his face when I told him I got accepted into an art school. He didn't talk to me for 3 days. Finally talking to me because my Mother had gotten mad at him.

My Mother hugged me tightly. "What is the meaning of this!" She shouted madly.

"HIS SOULMATE IS A MAN!" My Father shouted back from his room with an equal amount of force.

  "He's your Son! It doesn't matter if he's gay or straight or forever to be single. He's your own flesh and blood! It shouldn't matter if he's gay or not!" She exclaimed, clearly furious at my Father.

  "But humans are supposed to have children!" He retorted.

  "Then tell me why you don't get mad at infertile women?" She returned his statement.

"Just forget it! You freak of nature," hearing those words I felt more tears wet my cheeks and I trudged to my room, regret filled my heart as I thought about all that had happened.