if without you || seongjoong

you get me back on my feet

tw: violence (  skip to *** )

hongjoong braced himself as he stared at the familiar door.

san, mingi, and yunho was right behind his wheelchair.

did seonghwa changed his password?

is everything okay with him?

because mingi said he needed hongjoong, but not specifying what kind of aid did he need.

his index finger trembled as it reached to the numbers.

he pressed four digits and then-

ding

the door automatically opened. the room looked really dark from the gap, hongjoong could smell the alcohol from the doorway.

that was not a good sign.

"i can take this from here. ju-just wait me here, m'kay?" he said as he smiled to the people behind him.

san looked hesitant but he let hongjoong go.

hongjoong pushed himself to the room as he closed the door.

the smell of alcohol intensified. hongjoong pushed himself once more and–

there he was.

lying on the floor almost lifeless, surrounded by bottles.

shocked to the view, hongjoong managed to call out the almost foreign name.

"s-seonghwa?"

the man in front of him lifted his head, looking at hongjoong.

hongjoong tried to put his heels to the floor, thanking god the pain was almost gone.

as much as he hate him, hongjoong didn't want him to be like this.

the man in front of him stood on his feet, walking sloppily and weakly towards hongjoong.

hongjoong walked closer, because he thought the man was going to faint–

rough lips met his.

"s-seonghwa!" hongjoong shrieked in surprise.

the man pushed his lips even harder and pushed hongjoong's body to the closest wall.

his back hurt so much but the shock took him over. hongjoong was way weaker compared to the man in front of him. his weak hands tried to push him away, but he failed.

the man pushed his tongue into hongjoong's mouth, making hongjoong choked on his own breath.

hongjoong tried to push him again, mumbling words to call san, as the man pinned him to the wall.

the man caged his hand between hongjoong, his left hand worked to hongjoong's neck.

it felt suffocating as hongjoong felt his air supply was being clogged by the man's hand on his neck-

"s-seonghwa! stop-mmh!" he mumbled when the man parted away, but suddenly pushed him harder to the wall, his back was about to explode.

the man continued to put his hands under hongjoong's hoodie–

no, this wasn't seonghwa.

but the face, these hands, they all belong to seonghwa.

but seonghwa wouldn't do this to hongjoong.

tears started to grow from his eyes, as the other man grinded to hongjoong.

hongjoong yelped as hard as he could as he felt his neck was really close to break.