Tinder [UNFINISHED]

The Real Reason (1)

Today's recommendation is That Girl by Peniel of BToB (please listen. Don't even hesitate. It's in English so y'all non Kpop fans can enjoy it (I'm looking at you TinkIsBae ). Just listen to it it's a must-listen

QOTC: who is your BtoB bias?
Mine is Baldie-Locks, Maknae-On-Top and Weird Leader (guess who lmao)

(Abuse, Rape and Suicide warning. If abuse, suicide or violence triggers you, then please ignore this chapter and read ahead 2 chapters)

14 of June, 2008

"Seongwu, go up to your room, now!"
"I didn't do anything!"

*slap*

"She told you to go. You listen to your mother!"
"But I didn't-"

*punch*

"Go or I'll hit you again, you little shit!"
"O-ok"

Seongwu clutched his face and walked up to his room. He slammed his door and sat on the ground, and whacked his head back against the door. He let the blood run down his cheek, and spat out the blood that went into his mouth. He looked next to him into the mirror.

Dark circles were under his eyes, one eye had a purple-black hue. His lips had cuts and were swollen, and his face was puffy from swelling. His eyes were bloodshot from crying and bruises lined his neck. His non-covered arms were covered in bruises, and down by his wrists were cuts and scars. His legs were bruised and cuts lined his thighs. His knees were red from falling onto the ground. Seongwu buried his head in between his knees and sobbed. A loud slam on the door behind him shocked him.

"Shut up with your whiney crying, you fucking bastard!" His dad boomed through the door, and stomped off.

Ong Seongwu was 12 years old and lived with an abusive family. His family had only wanted a daughter, and when Seongwu was born, they beat him more than anything. He was suicidal, and cut himself because he hated everything; his family, his "friends", just life in general. He hated everyone and anyone who talked to him.

That evening, Seongwu couldn't sleep. He sat up, opened his curtains and checked the time.

1:11 AM. Perfect.

(Bonus points if you guess why I chose that time)

He shoved his jumpers and tracksuit pants into a bag, along with his hoodies and jackets. He threw in socks, underwear and his money. He had counted it the evening before. He had 78.55 with him. Enough to get him through the first few days.

He put in some books, his phone, a lead and 3 power-banks. Seongwu looked over at his chest of drawers and opened the first drawer. He grabbed the razor blades that were there, as well as a lighter and cigarettes he stole from his mother. He zipped up the bag and put a coat on. He snuck out of his window, closed it quietly, and ran away. He left and never looked back.

He put his headphones on and pressed shuffle on Spotify. "Borderline-Vanic Remix" by Tove Styrke played, and he moved his head along.

He walked along the familiar street, and walked towards the bus stop. He saw an old couple and a young woman sitting there. He sat down and saw the couple look oddly at him, likely because of his bruises and black eye. The songs blaring in his ears blocked out the couple's bad comments about him. He got on the bus and payed for his ticket. He left his home in Incheon and left for Busan in hopes of finding a new life.