Crippled world

chapter one: bloodshed

Run, run, run. That was all the poor raven could do. That was all he knew, that was all he could manage. All the poor soul could hear were shouts of his crush- No.....he couldn't call him that, not after what he did, not after what he had become.....

The Sangwoo that everyone saw was different. It drove the small male mad. Every time he laid his grey eyes, glazed with wonder and fear, lust and sadness upon the strong blonde, he felt the familiar tingle of being aroused welling up deep beneath him in a dark unfilled hole in his stomach. He was sick and tired of feeling this every time he saw him, and never being able to act upon it.

But, this story needs a name for the boy, right? After all, it would be quite plain to have an anonymous character.

Yoonbum

Yoonbum

"YOONBUM!!!"

Yoonbum was awoken in a pool of tears and sweat, his dreams being of an inescapable void of his past. Which, mind you, he would much rather forget. It was always the same sounds in his mind. Screams (his bloodcurdling screams which sounded horrendous and could bring anybody to the verge of tears in an instant, even a psycho) cracks, moans. In an inescapable loop. His eyes were black like coal from the lack of sleep he'd had over the past few weeks, but it didn't phase him. He liked being without sleep, being away from the monsters of his mind.

"YOONBUM, ARE YOU DEAF?! GET HERE NOW!!!"

Yoonbum whimpered and started shaking, that voice being the thing that would stay with him for eternity, and not in a good way. 

He slowly rose up from the floor, his back already split and cracked from the beatings he'd received a few hours ago. Sad as it is to say, he was used to it. It had been going on for as long as he could remember, so it was easier to bear.

He sluggishly wandered to his door, clutching onto any object that was within his grasp to keep himself upright. He was scared of what was to come, oh so scared. He knew that his uncle would have no mercy in the beating today, and he wouldn't bat an eyelid if Yoonbum was injured at all.

His door was flung open and the impact of the door sent Yoonbum flying to the floor. His lip quivered and he curled up on the floor, slowly shifting his gaze to the large pair of feet upwards. Standing in the doorway was his uncle, belt in hand as usual, grin plastered on his aged face.

"Why so scared eh? It's not like I do this everyday to you, is it?"

Truth is, in all the years Yoonbum had been there, his uncle had only missed one day for not beating him, when he was out doing god knows what. His uncle loved to play that up as an excuse for sounding like a morally better person than the scumbag he was.

WHACK!!!! He smacked the belt onto the raven's cheek, sending a scorching wave of heat through the left side of his already bruised and botched up face. He let out an agonising scream, one that could be heard for miles. The belt then struck his back, splitting his back open and making him quiver in fear, now coated in sweat.

It was like this for hours, until finally his uncle chucked the belt onto the floor and sighed. He then walked away, leaving Yoonbum cowering in fear under the covers of his bed, breathing in and out, trying to stay cam but being unsuccessful as he started to sob unconrpllably

He wished for a new life, a life with Sangwoo, and that's exactly what he got.....