Monster

32

"I never should have asked to keep you! You are so useless! You just ruin everything!" Marks words are slurring badly, barely understandable.

"Mark—"

"SHUT UP! You never listen! None of this would've happened if you had just listened to me!" Mark screams, throwing the bottle against the wall, Jinyoung ducks to the floor as it shatters above his head, coating him in beer and green glass. Mark grabs him by the collar dragging him back up.

"I'm sorry!" Jinyoung sobs out. "I'm so sorry—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Mark screams dropping him to the floor again, he grabs the empty bottle nearest to him and hits it against the wall, inches from Jinyoung's head. Thick pieces fly in all directions, slicing up Jinyoung's cheek, his neck, catching in his hair. Parts of his left arm too, where before there were swollen bruises from Mark's fingers sinking into his arm, now there are slices, glass embedded in a few of them.

Jinyoung chokes out another apology. Mark shakes his head, reaching for another bottle, intent on breaking it over Jinyoung's head this time, just to get him to shut up.  

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Jaebum yells, suddenly grabbing Marks arm to stop him. He shoves Mark away, ripping the bottle out of his hand. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND!?"

Mark doesn't answer, staring down at Jinyoung with a look Jaebum doesn't recognize, before turning away, leaving Jaebum staring after him, in complete shock. Jinyoung sobs again, quietly, snapping Jaebum out of his daze. He spins around crouching down next to where Jinyoung is curled up against the wall.

"Jinyoung..." He tries to move Jinyoung's hands away so he can see his face, but Jinyoung fights him on it. "Please Jinyoung, let me see" He begs softly, careful to keep his voice down so he doesn't scare him further. Reluctantly, Jinyoung lets him move his hands, gently because they're bruised as well. "I—"

Jaebum inhales sharply, cutting off whatever he was going to say. Jinyoung wont look at him.  He has several long cuts on his cheek, blood sliding down his neck, cuts there as well. He just stares for a minute, unsure of what to do, in complete shock.

"Oh god" His voice wavers "Can I move you? Does it hurt anywhere else?" His arms, his arms are covered in bruises and cuts, too.

"Hey, where is—WHAT HAPPENED??" Jackson comes running in, crouching beside Jaebum. "Did someone break in? Is he alright? DO I—"

"Grab me the first aid kit"

"What abo—"

"Grab. Me. The. First-aid. Kit." Jackson springs right up, running to the bathroom to retrieve it.

"Jinyoung, we need to move you somewhere else okay? Lets go to my room, okay?"

Jinyoung shakes his head, letting out another choked sob, everything hurts so much.

"I'm going to carry you , okay?" Without waiting for permission he slides his arms under Jinyoung, lifting him from the floor, Jackson comes running back, trailing behind Jaebum as they make their way to his room.

Jaebum's room is at the top of a flight of stairs in the back of his study and is the entirety of the top floor of the house. Its huge, half of it like a sitting room and the other half like a bed room, with the biggest bed he could find. It has its own bathroom and a walk in closet.

He carries Jinyoung into the bathroom, setting him down on the plushy rug so he can run a bath. The bath is huge too, really more like a hot-tub, that he got in the event that he ever wanted to take a bath with all four of his boys. It hasn't happened yet.