Game On (Monsta X Wonho/Hoseok)

15: I'm Home.

His hair is disheveled, and his nose that used to resemble my own has a slight bend in it, courtesy of bar fights. Black, hazy eyes stare at me, making me take a cautious step back.

He looks like me. Too much like me.

He's not bleeding anywhere, so I can only assume the blood is from my mother, who I've yet to see in the house. My fists clench as I glare at him with cold eyes.

"Where's my mom?" I ask sharply, not wanting to beat around the bush. He takes a puff of the cigarette that is in the ashtray on the table. The smoke swirls around the room, nearly choking me.

"Is that any way to say hello to your dad?" He slurs, sitting the bottle of tonic on the glass table harshly. The noise makes me jump, but I try not to show it.

"You're not my dad," I grit my teeth. I have to stop myself from saying anything else. He's dangerous, and I know when to back off.

My mom shakily comes out from the kitchen, her blue nursing scrubs speckled with blood. Her bottom lip is bleeding, and she stumbles as she carries a tray with a sandwich on it. I nearly run to her, when she discreetly shakes her head, stopping me.

"That's an awfully nice boy next door," He puffs the cigarette more, and my heart clenches. "Be a shame if something bad happened to him."

"Leave him alone," I quietly threaten, and he suddenly stands onto his feet. His hand hits my mother's tray, knocking the sandwich and plate onto the ground. It shatters, and the noise feels deafening.

I cower back as his tall figure staggers its way over to me.

"No," He leans over my frame, "You leave him alone. I don't want you seeing that boy anymore."

"What?" My voice cracks as I feel my heart shatter. My anger suddenly becomes apparent. "You haven't ever been in my life, so where do you come off telling me what to do-"

His hand connects with my face, and the impact makes me drop to the ground. My cheek is stinging, and I lightly touch the area, only for it to hurt more. Tears well in my eyes as I see my mother's feet begin to approach me.

"Back up, bitch!" He shouts, making her feet stop moving. I watch through my bangs as he bends over, and roughly grabs my face with his hand. He forces me to look at him, and I clench my jaw, not wanting to show fear.

"You'll stop seeing that boy, or else I'll kill him," My eyes widen at his harsh words, and I swallow, making a sentence that was barely above a whisper.

"Why?" I choke out, and a sickening smile forms on his features.

"Because he makes you happy," He simply says, and I feel my first tear slip.

I crawl in my bed, and hug my knees to my chest. I sob, letting my body rack. I'd love to crawl through Hoseok's window and hug him and tell him whats going on, but the truth is that I'm too afraid to.

I'm scared of what my father might do to me, but more importantly, I don't want him to hurt Hoseok. Of course I contemplated on calling the police, but my phone was confiscated as well. I'm under his watch, and it terrifies the daylights out of me.

I've only heard my mom talk about him a couple of times in the past. She'd never bring up the subject on her own, but nearly the whole neighborhood talks about that 'No good man that left his child and girlfriend'. He hasn't ever spoken or seen me before tonight, and I've only managed to see his pictures if I snuck into my mom's room to look at the old photo albums she keeps tucked away in the dark corners of her closet.

My cheek stings as I pitifully close the curtains in my room, blocking out Hoseok's room from my line of vision. My hands grip tight on the curtain as I stand and cry even more.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper, nearly choking on my breath. "I'm so sorry Hoseok."

School has to be the hardest thing I've ever done so far, and I leave earlier than usual so that way Hoseok won't offer me a ride. The hallways are in their usual crowded manner, and I've finally managed to stop my tears from coming. I stand at my locker, putting my books in my backpack.

"Why didn't you reply to my call last night?" His familiar voice is behind me, and I squint my eyes, wishing that I could wake up from this nightmare.

"Let's break up," I state, not turning around to look at him. "I don't want to date anymore."

With each word, its a fight with myself not to stutter or break out into my tears again.

"Huh?" He asks. "What are you talking about, Yuna?"

I finally manage to build my courage up enough to spin around and face him. "I don't want to see you again," I grip my backpack strap tight, and I can feel my nails digging into the palm of my hand. "Just get out of my life."

Just like the plate that shattered last night, his face drops. His eyes lose their caramel color as they turn dark black. His heart is broken, and I'm the cause of it.

"Did I... Did I do something wrong?" His voice cracks, and the late bell rings through the hallways. The students clear out, making us the only two left in the corridor. "I'm sorry if I did,  but please don't do this."

His hands reach to take mine, but I pull back, closing my locker in the process.

"Goodbye, Hoseok," I say a final time, beginning to walk away.

His hand latches onto my wrist, and he makes me spin around to face him. The whites of his eyes are turning red, and I can see them beginning to water.

"I love you," He says, and I feel my own heart break into even more tiny pieces. His head gets tilted downwards, and I see his shoulders shake. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

He looks up, and I see a tear drop down onto his cheek, trailing until it reaches his chin, dropping onto his shirt. More tears follow, and I pry my wrist out of his grip. If I keep looking at him, I'm sure to lose my composure, too. I choke back my own tears as I back away from him.

"I'm so sorry," I apologize, but its barely even a whisper. I turn around from him completely when I see him place his face in his hands. He uses the end of his sleeve to collect the tears, and I can hear his heavy and cracked weep.

I feel my cheek begin to get wet, and I make a dash into the bathroom. I sit on one of the toilets, using the tissue to dry my face. I keep crying, and it takes all of my energy not to wail loudly, alerting everyone.

What have I done?

A/N

Thank you all for reading chapter 15! It would mean the world to me if you could vote and maybe give a comment! Thank you!

-Hannah