To All The Boys I've Loved Before ;; jisung x Ot8

1.0

Tw// abuse & self harm

the next day at school jisung was visibly happier, and everyone could see it, especially his girl friends. ryujin was the first to point it out and jisung was just happy, happy he can finally live his normal life again. he finally find his way out, he finally vented his feelings to pieces of paper that would never be sent out.

jisung was happy again, and nothing could change that... or so he thought.

"hey, jisung, i'm sorry, but i have a boyfriend" jisung was confused. why would hyunjin say that out of the blue why would he suddenly come up to jisung and say he had a boyfriend, when jisung KNEW he had a boyfriend.

"i know you have a boyfriend hyunjin, i'm not dumb, you and minho have been a thing since forever, but was it so important to tell me again?" hyunjin was confused. "i mean no, but you're the one who sent me this letter" jisung froze.

"w-what do you mean, letter? i didn't send you a letter, i don't know what you're talking about hyunjin." hyunjin rolled his eyes. "i know your handwriting ji, and last i checked your surname was han, so this is from you, so don't even give me that excuse." jisung didn't know what to do, if hyunjin got his letter, the others must have too.

"hey ji!" they were in their circle and their normal spot, jisung didn't think they knew that they each got a letter. so he ran, jisung ran as fast as he could back home, back to his broken home. he dreaded being home so early, but he couldn't face the others. he couldn't deal with the reality.

for days jisung skipped school, his friends kept calling, but he only went to train in the practice room, and go back home. his phone died and he never bothered to charge it, jisung looks sad, he looked tired and depressed, when he finally went to school he avoided his friends at all costs.

"jisung" jisung didn't turn around, he just kept walking. "jisung." that voice was so beautiful, it was like music to jisung's ears, but jisung couldnt listen to changbins beautiful voice anymore, it wasn't his, it belonged to someone and that someone wasn't him.

"han jisung, please." changbins voice was stern yet soft, jisung couldnt help but turn around, and he wanted to oh so bad but he couldn't, he couldn't face the reality of what had just happened. who sent the letters? "what do you want changbin?" jisung finally snapped.

"if you're going to tell me you have a boyfriend i know! i know you do, which is why the letters weren't meant to be sent out changbin, just leave me alone, i'm tired of all this living bullshit" jisung ran away, he ran back home. he ran back to the place he dreaded most.

he came home and attempted to open the door but found a drunken man open it before he could. little did he know, that 8 boys were watching him.

"d-dad.." jisung had managed to stutter out before the man slapped him.

"why the hell are you home, you're such a disappointment, what would mom say if she saw you here? hm? she'd give you up because you're a terrible child, AND a faggot, why the hell do you still live under my roof?" his dad started hitting jisung, with no intention to stop, but he did.

"because you're pathetic" jisung weakly got up, his face heavily bruised, and cuts all over his body. a lot of them not even from himself.

it wasn't until jisung lifted his sleeves up. his friends looked at his arms in shock. what wasn't jisung telling them?

by the time jisung got up, he was climbing into his room through the window. and he was gone, jisung stared at himself in the mirror and thought about it for a second, before grabbing a small razor blade he had hidden, and slowly slid the razor across his wrist, over the scars that had already been there, he was smiling. he could still feel it.