Pʟᴀʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴛᴏɴʏᴍs || 2Sᴇᴏᴋ

Act VIII, Scene 1

Trigger warning

Three days have passed.  Three days since he is locked up in his room, trying not to cry, trying to bare the pain he feels in his whole body, trying not to think of growing hunger. He closes his eyes, letting the hot tears fall down his face then sighs quietly, once again reviewing how it all happened. 

That day, when he has given the materials to HoSeok, SeokJin came home unusually quickly, he wasn't feeling well and just wanted to rest. He wasn't able to do it however, as at the doors there was his father with strict face. At that moment he knew that it won't be just insults towards him.

He shakes his head, trying to throw out of his head the memory of how his delicate skin is painted with different shades od yellow and purple, often hidden under a thin layer of deep red trickles and stains that smelled like iron. Sadly he can't forget it when every small moves he makes remind him of it with sharp pain coming through his whole body. He felt like his body is burning, like his skin is on fire wit every contact his skin makes with the cold blanket he's lying under.

What was the reason for this all? Falling one place in school ranking, SeokJin being third one this month, and in his father's eyes it looked like an disgrace fot the name of Kim and he has to be punished because of it, even if he hadn't cared about his grades before.

SeokJin gave up with begging for mercy long time ago. He knows there's no use. He can only bear with everything and disappear from everyone's sight until he'll feel good enough to move.

However this time he is on a verge of breaking. He thought that he's already used to that day by day his situation at home seems to be worse and worse, but he was wrong. All he wants now is to have person who would comfort him, ensure that everything will be alright. He needs someone who would stop him from ending everything at this moment, but he has no one. Only white walls of his room and cold blanket that causes more pain than relief.

That's why he decides. He ends it now. He cannot bear it any longer. After everything that happened he even stops with dreaming of better future. He thinks if he has to endure more situations when his father along with his brother are destroying his body and soul, he can' t make it. He doesn't know how. He has no strength. He doesn't want to. He sees no sense. Trying once again seems impossible. 

With shaking legs he walks towards the bathroom attached to his room. This is where he wants to end it. This is the right place. How? He still doesn't know, but he has plenty of options. Yes, today the end comes.

Or so he thinks before he hears a sound os message, seconds before he makes his final decision.