skin || bae jinyoung

nine; jy

he hadn't yet healed fully, but there he was, getting himself fall on the ground again for the thousandth time this week.

jinyoung felt like he was getting much weaker. but somehow, he was thankful. he wanted to die this way so that these guys would go to jail after. he wouldn't be there to witness it all, but at least the torture would stop and he couldn't wait. so when they tackled him on the burning pavement, all he did was protecting his face with his weak arms.

"wait a minute, wait a minute," one of them told the others to stop, grabbing one of jinyoung's arms and forced him to stand up.

ouch. it felt like all of his bones were breaking. jinyoung couldn't deny the fact that he was so hurt physically. if he wasn't so weak, he would've fought them back.

it's unfortunate that he couldn't. he wasn't strong enough.

the guy opened jinyoung's left fist with force, revealing the words of comfort written by his caring soulmate. jinyoung's eyes widened in surprise and fear, trying to close his palm or turn it away, but they were holding him back and being too strong. tears started to fill his eyes slowly, and he tried to fight back with all the energy left in him.

"he wrote this to himself?" the guy laughed in pity. "how pathetic, i'm sad."

get away from me, asshole.

"s-stop," jinyoung managed to choke out a word as they held him with force, trying to pin him to a wall in order for him not to move.

"bae," the guy said again mockingly, before letting out a sinister laugh along with his crew. "oh my. i would be embarassed to have bae as a surname, honestly. bae the scammer. bae the wanted mafia. it's uncool, bae jinyoung."

and so is bullying, you dumb psychotic jerk.

"give me a pen," the guy ordered.

another guy quickly handed him one from jinyoung's backpack. the guy then reached for jinyoung's palm, writing a reply underneath his soulmate's handwriting. jinyoung tried to fight back, not wanting his filthy handwriting on his skin. but he was suffocated as the guys pinned him to the wall by neck, jinyoung had to choke out oxygen just to breathe.

that's it before they let out a psychotic laugh and punched him to the ground again, before abandoning him alone just like how they always did.

jinyoung tried his best to keep himself breathing, although he wanted otherwise. but it was hurt. his chest was hurting so bad that he started to cry. his throat was not helping either. it was still hard for oxygen to get into his system. tears ran down his face. why was it so hard to just breathe? why was it so hard to just stay alive?

his teary eyes gazed at the palm of his hand, him biting his lip in nervousness. his chest started to ache more after seeing some other words written under the bully's handwriting, some words which were definitely not hyun's.

< bae, no one wants you. i hope you disappear.

> leave them alone, you crazy asshole.

and after that, he cried.

✧*:･ﾟ