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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎

warning: themes of domestic violence

sunday, 9am

"good morning, baby"

mingi was down in the kitchen as she grabbed her jacket, ready to head to work.

"I hope you have a good day. we should watch a movie later"

"yeah, sure baby. I'll see you later" she replied.

"you don't want to give me a kiss?" mingi pouted. so she reluctantly walked over and kissed him on the lips, causing him to place his hand on her waist. she instinctively flinched at this and mingi immediately let go.

"I love you" he whispered, almost like a plea.

"see you later, mingi"

10am

she walked into the quiet cafe, as it always was on sundays, and saw hongjoong cleaning tables while san was busy serving one of the only customers. she paused, remembering her conversation with hongjoong yesterday. hongjoong himself was doing his best to pretend like nothing had happened.

"hey y/n, how are you feeling today?" he enquired brightly. her eyes kept darting over to san as she replied, but he didn't once look in her direction.

"urm, fine.. better.. yeah"

he finished serving the customer but still didn't look over.

"I'm glad" came hongjoong's voice.

she made her way into the back to hang up her jacket and bag, wondering why san was being so distant. was he mad at her for leaving the party so early? maybe he just hadn't noticed her come in.

she ventured out to the counter, hoping san would acknowledge her.

"hey san" she tried.

"oh, hey y/n" he spoke, without looking in her direction.

"sorry I left without saying goodbye the other night"

he turned around to work the coffee machine as he replied.

"oh, yeah, don't worry about that"

she sighed. what was wrong with san? she didn't have much time to contemplate as a voice called, "excuse me, can I place my order?"

"oh yeah, sorry sir" she answered.

and san walked into the back without another word.

little did y/n know, he watched her for a little while from the door. after hongjoong had told him, he had been so angry that the usually mild boy had nearly punched through the table. now he needed to see it for himself. his fists clenched as he saw the purple and yellow bruises which littered her tiny neck. "bastard" he cursed under his breath.

he turned away. he couldn't look anymore. he couldn't bare to see her hurt, but he didn't know how he could stop it.

7pm, at home