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(notice: some scenes include violence and mentions of suicide)
the smaller boy didn't give a hint of distrust towards jinhyuk so he reached out his hand as well, totally forgetting about his bleeding finger.
the older noticed it right away, his bright expression quickly dropping into a worried one. he gently wraps his hand around the younger's wrist to see the wound better, "i just told you to be careful,"
wooseok felt as if his heart would escape from his chest when his gaze met the raven haired boy's. his sparkly, deep brown eyes were focused on him, it made the pit of his stomach feel fuzzy and weird
"i'm sorry," he apologized again looking down his feet
"jinhyuk hyung!" a tiny voice called out, a boy on his teen's ran towards the tall male and clinged like a koala. wooseok found the action beyond cute, his lips curved upward on its own. he is really trying his best not to pinch the cute boy's cheeks
"sejin hyung told us to go inside and eat" the young boy looked up, seemingly to notice another presence by their side "hi," his face turned -if its even more possible- lit up and smiled towards wooseok's direction
"he's jinwoo. cute isn't he?" jinhyuk giggled, jinwoo whining about not wanting to be called 'cute'
wooseok can't hold it in anymore, he reached out his other hand, he just noticed the grip on his wrist never got away. he ruffled the boy's hair, causing jinwoo to giggle cutely "i'm wooseok, hi"
jinwoo returns the smile but his face dropped quickly when dongpyo and hyeongjun started calling out his name. he excused himself to the two older males that seem to get lost in each other's gaze.
"mind joining us dinner?" the older boy asked, breaking the staring contest they're having
"uh..." wooseok started, feeling a bit hesitant on what he's about to say "how do i say this.." he admitted not being able to make up the words he needed to tell
jinhyuk sensed the uneasiness on him, he held wooseok's hand, giving it a light squeeze for reassurance. "you can tell me"
the action made wooseok feel more tense than he already was. his touch wasn't the type that would leave bruises everywhere around his skin. it was gentle, tender, sincere. the feeling he never felt before. "no, forget it. it's nothing. i need to go" he cursed at himself, knowing he'd regret it right away. but he'll set himself in much bigger trouble if he don't get to the place -he no longer called home- in time.
jinhyuk may or may have not been a little bit hurt by the words that left wooseok's mouth. it purely means he does not trust him. he shrugged it of and let his grip loosen around the younger's hand, letting it go slowly
"i understand," their gazes met again, "but if you have any concerns, we can talk it out. this place is open for people who needed comfort. or maybe even find love, like them," the raven haired boy pointed at the side of the wide garden "that's yunseong and donghyun."
wooseok nodded in response, slightly smiling at himself but feeling envious deep down. it must feel wonderful having someone by your side you can call yours.
"so.. see you next time?" jinhyuk said, snapping wooseok out of his thoughts
"yes. thank you" the younger smiled once again
"don't forget to treat your wound"
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wooseok felt his own hands shake and heart pound loudly on his chest as he walked down the streets, heading to his house, the place where he would feel hundreds of different kinds of pain. every bruise that has formed on his skin were slowly fading away but a new ones were marked all over his arms and legs.
he twisted the door open as quiet as possible. fearing that if he made a sound, it would be the end of him.
the same, usual image of the living room scattered with broken pieces of alcohol bottles and furnitures not being on its places met his gaze. he hated it with all of his guts but he had nothing to do with it. so he shrugged it off and tried to stop himself of shaking, noting how silent the house was, he concluded that they were not here just yet.
he was just slowly calming down his hitched breathing until the door was heard being opened again. wooseok felt a gush of nervousness rush over his body, he froze on his spot as he tried to stay standing, he felt like his legs would give up when he saw the person he always feared.
wooseok's father stepped closer. wooseok wanted to step back, to run away, but he was still frozen and not even able to make up words.
"hey, bastard" wooseok internally cringed when the smell of alcohol filled his nose. this definitely wouldn't end well.
wooseok's father was about to lay hands on him, an aggressive, not so gentle touch. "no, please don't" wooseok pleaded, hoping it would stop him. he gathered all his strength and courage to push the man away.
he gasped when the man have suddenly pulled a fistful for his hair. wooseok's eyes were filling up with tears, he opened his mouth to say something and stop the man. but they were replaced but the sobs he's been holding back "trying to escape now, huh?"
wooseok's vision gets blurry because of the pain, his mind not being able to function when a hand travels down his body. it felt disgusting. a bullet would hurt less for him
he glanced at the vase nearby, not hesitating to pick it up. he once again gathered energy. his shaky hands wanting the piece of glass to dig in the man's head. not being to think well at this state, he smashed the vase directly onto the man's head, causing it to crash and even add up to the mess that's already there
wooseok was taken back by his own action. it feels as if he found his legs, so he ran away as fast as he could, ignoring how much his body hurted, his head pounding, his vision blurring. he doesn't even know where he's going, all he knew is that he needed to escape that place every now and then
he saw a tall figure, once making up his mind who it was, he ran to him. but before he knew it, everything turned black, he felt his own body make contact with the hard ground
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yall. even me is confusedt about my own storyline lsksks it will start very soon :>
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