𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 | 𝖼.𝗌 𝗑 𝗌.𝗆 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

warning: themes of domestic violence

1am

when they walked through the door of their home, mingi was still as drunk and angry. y/n dropped her bag and turned around to face her boyfriend, her face still wet with tears. he locked the door and strided over to her, turning her so her back was facing him and pushing her against the wall. his hand worked it's way down her front to her intimate area.

"this" he growled, as he went on to grab it with all the drunken strength he could muster, "is mine".

she gasped in discomfort. "I know m-mingi, I'm sorry. nothing happened, he was only telling me where to find a towel if there wasn't one in the bathroom" she tried to explain, "the music was loud so he whispered in my ear, it didn't mean-"

her voice was interrupted by the sound of sobbing. suddenly, mingi was a mess. he let go and hid his head on her back, crying out,

"I thought you were cheating on me y/n, I thought I'd lost you" he whimpered.

she turned round and cupped his face in her hands as he bawled in front of her. "no baby, no, you haven't lost me" she comforted. she let him cry on her shoulder for a while, thoughts whirring around her head. then after a few minutes he looked up and asked "can we go to bed? I'm tired"

"yes baby, you head on up. I'll go get you a glass of water" he nodded and stumbled up the stairs. as he disappeared from view, y/n froze.

her breathing hitched and she felt like she was about to throw up. her mingi, her perfect boyfriend, the love of her life, had laid his hands on her.

her phone buzzed from her bag - it was san.

sannie☕
where did you go? did something happen?

she replied as she began to cry again, her tears landing on the screen which shone brightly in the near darkness.

you
don't worry sannie, have a good night x

she typed to the boy as the unrelenting tears continued falling.

the next day

y/n woke up at 8am and got straight out of bed. she wanted to leave the house before mingi woke up - she didn't know how to face him yet.

she hurried to the bathroom to wash her face, but something about her reflection made her freeze. there were bruises. suddenly she had flashbacks of the night before. the words "you're a little slut" replayed in her head. she took a deep breath trying to stop tears from appearing in her eyes - she would have to cover the bruises up with make up the best she could.

she then threw on some clothes and left the house quietly, making the short journey to the cafe. she was pretty sure san wasn't going to be at work today but she hoped that she was wrong. either way, she needed to not be at home.

the bell rang as she stepped inside and around turned hongjoong and seonghwa, who helped out there sometimes.

"hey y/n! what are you doing here? weren't you at a party last night?" she walked forward towards the counter, averting her eyes away from meeting hongjoong's.