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pocket knife

trigger warning

contains homophobic slurs and violence

the next chapter will give a brief version of what happens here so if you aren't comfortable reading this kind of thing you can skip this chapter.

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jungguk keeps his gaze firmly on the ground as he walks, making his way toward the parking lot as fast as he can. after an entire day of repulsed glares and whispering voices, he’s more than ready to get away from the school. relief washes over him when his car is in sight, though the feeling is short lived. he yells out in both surprise and pain when a hand finds purchase in his hair, pulling him backward. he hits the ground hard, his head and back throbbing as he makes contact with the pavement. he groans, attempting to sit up, but is stopped when a beat-up nike lands on his stomach. he hisses as continuous weight is applied to his torso, preventing him from moving.

“well, would you look who we have here. if it isn't the little gay boy.” a face appears above his own, a smile playing on the stranger's lips.

“fuck off.” jungguk grabs at the foot that's made home on his abdomen, attempting to push its owner away, only for more pressure to be applied to his body. he gasps at the sensation, pain flaring through him.

“aw, does that hurt, little boy?” the man from before crouches down beside him, laughing. “it's not like you don't deserve it. people like you are disgusting.” he growls, dropping his little happy act. he gestures for the other man to step off of jungguk, grabbing the boy by his arm after the order is followed, pulling him off the ground.

jungguk sways as he's placed back on his feet, head fuzzy from impacting the ground. he stumbles when the stranger pulls him forward, making fruitless efforts to get out of the man's iron grip. it takes only a few moments for him to give up, allowing himself to be lead away from the public eye. he’s thrown back down when they reach the soccer field, the area not in use for the off-season. jungguk is able to pull himself up this time and he attempts to create distance between himself and the two strangers.

“running away, are we?” still seated on the grass, jungguk continues to scramble backward, panicking. he has an idea about what’s going to happen, and he’s terrified. “i always knew that the gays were pussies, but this is hilarious. can’t even stand on his own goddamn feet.” jungguk is unable to find his voice, to call for help, all he can do is hope that this doesn't end the way he thinks it will.

his attackers laugh as jungguk continues his weak and futile efforts to get away. his movement is stopped when his back hits metal, the bleachers making escape even less possible. he can’t help the pathetic whimpers that sound from his throat as his tormentors grow nearer, the noise only increasing in volume when the shorter of the two pulls a pocket knife from his jeans. he squeezes his eyes shut when he feels the cool blade press against his cheek, wincing as it breaks the skin, causing blood to trickle down his face.

“fags like you don’t deserve to be here. it’s not natural.” the blade is pushed in deeper into jungguk’s cheek, causing him to cry out. “i’m going to make you wish you had never been born.”

the man lightens the pressure on the knife before tracing it down jungguk’s face and neck, turning it onto its point when his hand reaches the boy’s chest. jungguk grabs the stranger’s wrist with the intention of pushing it away but is unable to do so. the taller of the duo slams the boy’s head against the seats behind him, getting irritated at his attempts to fight back. jungguk’s mind grows foggy, the repeated impacts reaping consequence. he goes limp, eyeing the wicked grins that grow on the faces of those in front of him.