||Together Forever|| Sangwoo x Yoonbum

Chapter 3

I have nothing to do besides eat. But eating's become boring so I'm gonna make a new chapter. Enjoy
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Yoon Bums P.O.V
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I was exhausted. Especially from all the running I did. I take a shower and plop onto my bed. In the corner sat my pillow and beneath it was my phone. Thank goodness it stopped. I get up and grab my pillow and phone, dusting them both off.

"Jêśus Čhrist!," I say as dust fills my lungs. I plunk but pillow and phone onto the bed and plop on my back. It was relaxing. I felt safe when I was in my bedroom. Untouchable almost.

I lay there. Not moving at all. But I'm smiling. I was unsure as of why but I was. Then it hit me.

Sangwoo....

I liked the sound of that name. So I said it over and over again. "Sangwoo, Sangwoo...", then before I knew it, calling his name turns into moaning his name. The thought of his body pressed against mine was a major turn on. I wanted him to whisper dirty things in my ear as he slowly thrusts into me. I wanted his strong hands to roam my small, fragile body.

It was a wonderful thought. But I needed to stop because it sounded and looked creepy. Plus, It'll never happen. The boner in my pants begins to go down as my eyes start to sting. I'm disgusting. I've never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. I've never been touched in a sexual manner from a girl nor boy. I'm pretty sure no one has had feelings for me. I haven't even had my first kiss. 

The cuts on my wrists haven't made my life better. But it temporarily relieves pain. It feels nice. (A\N: NO SELF HARM. This paragraph isn't supporting self harm in any way. So, Please don't do it). But these cuts aren't for fun. They represent pain. This pain is agonizing. And my household didn't make it better. Due to my abusive and alcoholic step-father. I'm an only child. So i didn't have any siblings to speak to about my problems or cuddle with at night. 

I witnessed my Step-dad beat my mom  senseless. Even at night, I'd hear my mom screaming for him to stop hitting her. The hot, sticky tears stream down my face as I close my eyes and stay on my back.

"Why? Why me? Why can't I be happy? What's stopping me?" I say as the tears continue to fall from my eyes. I couldn't breathe. My heart couldn't stop racing. 'Help me', is all I thought. I promised myself that I would never cut again. I wipe the tears from my face and pick up my phone. I called my therapist. Thank god I had him on speed dial. The phone rings, and a deep, calm voice answers. 

"Hello, Yoon-Bum. How's your new school going?" He says

I might as well tell the truth.

"Not so good. I met this boy and i really like him. But you see, he has a girlfriend. And he's on the football team. I started having false thoughts and I stopped myself. I started crying and it was hard to breathe. I need help. I can't deal with how disgusting i am. Help me, please!" It goes silent for a few minutes. But then he starts talking again. 

"Ahh. I see. How about we meet on Monday?" 

"Fine! see you then." I hang up the phone and fall asleep from all the crying i did. I really hope that my life gets better.

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Im sooooooo sorry that i haven't posted in a while. I'vebeen holding this draft for a while now.