𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Kim Hongjoong. May 23rd, 1980. | Friday, 9:12 AM. WARNING: Sexual assault.
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"Seonghwa!" Hongjoong calls out happily, a wide smile forming on his face when he spotted the boy. After weeks of not seeing the older, the redhead had grown bored. Usually, he'll hang out with Wooyoung, but he did miss having someone else to hang with.
Don't get him wrong, Wooyoung is great to hang around and he tells the best jokes, though, sometimes it gets a little tiring seeing the same face over again. So, finally being able to see Seonghwa after so long, Hongjoong couldn't help but feel his smile stretch widely across his face.
The blonde tensed at the voice calling for him, his head lowered and his back slouched. It was unusual to see Seonghwa like that, his head was always held high, and he always seemed to have the brightest smile on his face even on the darkest days.
"Hey! I'm calling for you, why aren't you stopping?" Hongjoong chased after the older, shoving some students out the way to catch up with the blonde. The moment Seonghwa turned the corner, Hongjoong felt like screaming when he was being pushed back. "Stop pushing me!" He shoves a girl over to the side, causing her to collide with her friend as he dashes down the hallway and turns the corner, following after the blonde.
"Fuck you!" She shouted, holding up her middle finger simply for the redhead to ignore her.
Hongjoong reaches forward and grasps Seonghwa's wrist, halting the male. The hallways began to clear up and Hongjoong knew the two would be late to class if he didn't let go of Seonghwa's wrist. He knows he should let him go and he'll catch him around lunch instead of following him. However, he didn't do what he knew was best.
He panted heavily, tugging Seonghwa towards him, and tried to turn him around to look at his shadowed face. "Blondie? Why have you been avoiding me?" Hongjoong breathes out after a few moments of silence, hesitating on the word 'avoiding' as he hoped that Seonghwa would say he wasn't and that he was really busy.
The hallways were now deathly quiet, the two approximately standing behind the lockers and near the stairwell, hidden away. Hongjoong assumed the older was going to run upstairs, most likely where his next class is located until he was stopped.
"I've been asking around for you. It seems like your friends don't want to tell me — they've told me you've been avoiding them, too? I don't believe them, though." Seonghwa didn't respond, he kept his head down, his body facing forward and his arm held out in an uncomfortable position. The awkward silence between the two was driving the shorter male insane. "If you didn't want to be friends with me anymore, you could have said so. Then I'll leave you alone," Hongjoong mumbled, glancing at his hand and Seonghwa's wrist before hesitating his words when he notices blue and green blotches covering all over Seonghwa's wrists. "What happened to your wrist—"
