why don't we imagines

bruises ✐ c.b

corbyn's head flew up hearing the knocking at his door. immediately he brought himself to his feet, making his way over.

he opened the door to see his bestfriend standing on the other side. her usual bright eyes, dark. her lip trembled and she had tears in her eyes.

"y/n?" he spoke concerned. he wasn't expecting to see her at this hour. of course he didn't mind, he was just slightly puzzled. "come in."

she walked through the door, instantly met with the vanilla scent from the candle she had got him.

she brought herself to the couch, plopping down and letting out a shaky breath.

corbyn sat beside her, taking in her features. he'd always had a tiny crush on her.. but since they were strictly only bestfriends and y/n had a boyfriend, he never admitted it.

he ran his hand through his hair and sat up straight. "are you okay?"

y/n turned and looked at him and once her eyes met his, she broke.

she flung herself into his arms, tears falling from her eyes every second and corbyn held her as she shook his his arms.

he held her tightly as she cried, feeling how quickly his shirt became soaked.

"y/n, what happened?" he asked, running his fingers through her hair and rubbing her back, attempting to calm her down.

she sat up, pulling away from corbyn and he frowned at the loss of contact.

she wiped a few of her tears with her hands and pushed the hair in her face behind her ear. "e-ethan was c-cheating on me and- and i tried- i said s-something to him about it and he- he hit me. over and over- i couldn't stop him." she sobbed.

corbyn immediately tensed, hearing her say this. "let me see."

y/n removed her hoodie, leaving her in just a tank top and corbyns eyes were drawn to what would soon become bruises, if not already. he gasped, his eyes widening as he reached forward.

"y/n, some of these don't even look new. they look pretty old.." he pointed out, examining the marks on her beautiful skin.

y/n looked down, not saying anything. she didn't know what to say, she didn't want to say anything.

corbyn noticed this and took her hand in his. "y/n. please don't tell me he's been doing this to you often."

her sobs became louder. "i'm s- sorry. i should've told you."

corbyn brought her into a hug, comforting her as his eyes studied the skin of the girl he loves covered in bruises.