G̷o̷o̷d̷ ̷B̷o̷y̷ ̷G̷o̷n̷e̷ ̷B̷a̷d̷ (𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙!)

We Will Be Alright.

Hmm, will we be alright?

Anyways, I just noticed that the chapter titles and the chapters themselves kind of match???

Also sorry for the short ass chapter in LMITWW, I'm working on a few more chapters that will be up in the next few days 💖

OMG OKAY, PLEASE LISTEN TO "HONEY TEA" BY OOHYO AND ALSO LISTEN TO THE REST OF HER SONGS BECAUSE I LOVE THEM AND I LOVE HER OMGGGGGGGG

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Yoon-oh cracked his eyes open, groaning lowly as he rolled to his side, "god....my head." He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

A knock on his door caused another pang to shoot through his head, "Yoon-ah, are you okay? You have school soon..." His mother said gently.

"Yeah...I'm coming out, mother." He said, getting up off of the cold wood floor. The brunet walked over to his bathroom, flicking the light switch on and staring into the mirror.

He stared at himself for a moment, taking in his bloodshot eyes and dull, sunken in expression. Yoon-oh shook his head, averting his eyes from the mirror and turning the sink on to wash his face. He splashed his face a few times, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with cold water.

The teen raised, putting on a tough expression on while he looked at himself in the mirror. Stop being such a...such a fucking pussy.

"Yoon-ah? Come out now, you have school. I'll drop you off today." His mother's soft voice said.

The taller opened the door a moment later, "no mom, I'm gonna walk." He said, a little gruffly. This obviously startled his mother, otherwise, she wouldn't have gasped.

"Alright then.." She said, retreating back to her room after the awkward silence became too much.

Yoon-oh grabbed his bag and walked downstairs, slamming the door behind him.

He couldn't think of any new poems today. Hell, he couldn't think about anything at the moment. He lied to his mother, he's been ignoring Jungwoo and he was still in love with a boy who did not love him.

The teen was too consumed by his thoughts to notice a foot stick out in front of him, sending him to the ground harshly.

"Watch it, faggot." The male said, "I don't want a gay shit like you getting too close." He spat.

"S-sorry." Yoon-oh got up, keeping his eyes to the ground while he walked to his locker.

He dropped his bag in shock, he looked at his locker, his eyes widening in fear.

"Oh, sorry we were just posting some important announcements." Dongyoung snickered, pushing himself off of the locker.

"Yeah, sorry." His friend smirked, pushing Yoon-oh while he walked past him,

Yoon-oh stared at his locker. There, plastered on the metal was his poems, completely defaced with slurs and insults all over the parchment.

"Hah! Nice poem, faggot boy!" A male yelled, throwing a crumpled piece of paper at him.

"Did you have a good time sucking dick last night, freak?" Another chimed in. The group neared Yoon-oh, pushing the younger against the locker.

Before the brunet knew it, students started to surround him. They called him names, pointing, laughing, all directed towards him.

"Just kill yourself, you useless gay shit!"

"Yeah, just die you fag!"

Yoon-oh felt tears well up in his eyes, "wh-what are you talking about?" He stammered.

"You couldn't control your dick could you, huh faggot boy?" A male joked, pushing Yoon-oh to the ground roughly.

"Why don't you fight back? Pussy!"

A fist to the teen's stomach forced him to double over in pain. He coughed heavily, tears forming in his eyes when a kick came into contact with his nose.

Yoon-oh opened his eyes to see Dongyoung laughing. Though the older wasn't the one who was beating him up, seeing him laugh at him hurt more than the punches.

When the brunet saw a chance to run, he took it. He sprinted as fast as he could too somewhere, anywhere that wasn't here. He pushed through the crowds of students, keeping his eyes fixated to the ground while he ran. Yoon-oh ignored the teachers that called after him, instead he ran faster.

The teen pushed the bathroom stalls open, shutting himself in one and locking the stall door shut. He let his tears fall free onto the bathroom floor.

It wasn't long until someone ran into the bathroom and started knocking on his door.

"Yoon-oh hyung?" A frantic knock sounded off on his door, "hyung are you there?"

The brunet's breath hitched, he put a hand over his mouth to hopefully still his breath. With slumped shoulders, Jungwoo sat down in front of his hyung's stall.

"I know you're here, hyung. What happened, are you okay?" He asked, setting his bag away so he could get comfortable. He knew this was going to take a while.

Yoon-oh didn't answer, only sniffling a little too loud for his liking.

"Was it me? I got your calls, I called back too!" The boy said, hoping the taller wasn't cross with him.

"It...it wasn't you, Jungwoo." The teen said to ease the other's mind.

Jungwoo sighed, "thank god...so then why are you unhappy, hyung?"

"Nothing..." Yoon-oh said back unconvincingly.

"That's not true, please tell me hyung," Jungwoo asked again.

"Dongyoung doesn't love me..." Yoon-oh mumbled.

"What? Please speak louder Yoonie hyung." Jungwoo asked, getting up and walking to the stall.

With fresh tears on the ready, he mumbled again through a choked sob, "D-Dongyoung....doesn't love me."

Jungwoo stilled. He didn't know what to feel, should he feel happy? Should he feel angry? If so, at who? Yoon-oh? Dongyoung? It was all too many questions and the blond was not sure he had a answer to any of them.

"Woo-s?"

Jungwoo snapped out of his thoughts with a shake of his head, "yes, hyung?"

"Nothing.." The older said with a huff.

"Will you at least let me in? It's getting really awkward to talk to you through a stall." The blond said, hopeful that his hyung and best friend would come out soon.

"Are you gonna make fun of me?" Yoon-oh asked, getting up and walking to the door.

"No, hyung. You're my best friend, I wouldn't do that."

The click of the lock echoed off the bathroom tiles and Yoon-oh emerged, eyes bloodshot and nose running slightly. Jungwoo felt his heart crack, he knew Dongyoung had done this, it was his fault the older was like this.

He said nothing as he engulfed the taller in a big hug, "it's okay...I'll be here for you." He comforted.

"Thank you, Jungwoo," Yoon-oh said, hugging back tightly.

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THESE CHAPTERS R SO SHORTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT