antidote || pjm

16

i hissed in pain as minsungs hand made contact with my left cheek, leaving a bright red mark on my skin.

''how dare you ignore my calls. do you think you can treat me like trash, your own boyfriend?''

i remained silent. i knew it was coming, i knew he'd be angry at me. it was my fault, i should've called him back.

minsung caused me to scream as he harshly yanked me up by my hair.

''if you ever try this again, be prepared to suffer. it's only fair that you get punished for misbehaving, right, jihye?''

i didn't bother arguing with him and for the sake of peace i nodded in agreement. he let go of my hair, causing me to sit on the floor motionlessly with my disheveled hair all over my face, some strands sticking to my wet cheeks. i flinched as i felt something warm drip down my hand, i glared at my hand that was soaked in blood, a piece of glass stuck in my skin.

minsung looked down on me from above with his arms crossed.

he loved ruining me, he looked at me as though he was proud of the mess he was making. i was his toy he played with when he was bored only to toss away when i wasn't useful anymore.