He sighs as he wraps his arms,
wondering why he ever thought his father would never do him harm.
Jaehyung believed he was once a good man.
That all changed one day,
he just never knew when.
It was obvious he was hurting,
but he never admit it
and it only caused his friend to worry.
Jaehyung left the bathroom when he finished wrapping the bandage on his arms. He didn't think his beating would be this bad that he was to cover them aftermath like this.
He wasn't sure what to do or where to go, his room was the only place he knows. The room felt like his safe place, it was the only place his father would never go in.
His room one last glance at the photos on his wall before closing his eyes, waiting to E N D I T A L L.
And in his room he sleeps.
His body feeling calm.
He dreams of a boy
who felt nothing but weak.
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Wonpil didn't do anything, he didn't feel afraid.
He felt nothing, no need for a persons aid.
The room stopped fading, for better or worse.
But knew well that was no blessing but a curse.
The pictures are now visible for all to see.
Why him, he thought, Why must the world be so mean?
His body jumped from the knocking on the door.
"Wonpil, I fear it may be too late for him."
"No don't say that! Jaehyung will save Younghyun, I just need to leave here! Jaehyung is already thinking about...you know what."
"Okay, I'll keep looking. But just know that's it getting stormy out here, Younghyun is getting desperate."
"Good to know, please hurry. The room had started to fade not too long ago."
"Don't worry..."
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Jaehyung was confused when he woke up.
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L O O K A T T H E P I C T U R E S .
Y O U W I L L B E F R E E I F Y O U
L O O K !
W-W-W-W......why did he.................................
WHT DIDNT HE THINK OF THAT SOONER?!
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Anyone got an idea of what's happening?
Also
It's five in the morning why am I awake
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