A/N: WARNING FOR EVERYTHING BAD IN THE WORLD! Can't really put it any other way... If you feel too uncomfortable, skip to the ✩ because the last part is kinda important!
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「I am sitting on a throne while they're buried in the dirt for the man that I hate I'm going to hell getting heavy with the devil you can hear the wedding bells」
♫the pretty reckless; going to hell
✩ y e o s a n g ✩
In a senseless moment where his mind didn't even follow, his body was thrown across the floor - back slamming against the cold wall, and his eyes flickering behind the blurriness of his own tears.
"Just when I thought we were doing so well, love," Seonghwa said hovering over him, with his deep voice that made every other sound fade away. "Cutting down on the drugs, being so good to me in bed... I wanted to believe you had changed, I wanted it so bad that I forgave your bad behavior way too many times."
The older's words came together to one overpowering sound, like a thousand church bells going off all at once - right until Yeosang heard a metal chair being dragged over the floor.
"And after everything I've done for you..." Seonghwa then hummed, but his voice had changed drastically. Instead of the ice cold tone, it had become terrifyingly calm - soft almost. He pulled Yeosang up from the floor and placed him on the chair, tying his hands together behind his back. "I thought we were over this."
A sharp pain flew across Yeosang's cheek and left a burning red mark behind on his pale skin. He hissed behind his teeth, but he kept his eyes staring at the floor.
"I've shown you what he's truly like, and you still think you love him?" A loud snort came from the older, and his hand suddenly grabbed Yeosang by the chin, forcing him to look up.
"You made him like this..." Yeosang growled, eyes darting up to burn with despise, directly into Seonghwa's.
The older's nails grazed the skin of Yeosang's neck, leaving marks and causing Yeosang to swallow a small whimper. The nails kept digging into his skin, while Seonghwa moved around him. A hard, sudden push against his back made him fall forward and down from the chair. His face hit the floor, but he didn't even get to clear go of a simple cry before he felt Seonghwa on top of him, holding him down.
"What can he give that I can't?" Seonghwa sneered, once again sounding like he was about to burst from anger. Yeosang felt the older's lips stroking against his ear, and a firm hand squeezing around the back of his neck - keeping him in place. "I would've done everything for you, given you everything! Everything in the whole damn world!"
Yeosang told himself to stop crying, he had never cried in this room - not even once, but today was different. The tears wouldn't stop falling, and the pain in his chest only got worse. He didn't cry because of Seonghwa, or the fear that he might not even leave this room alive, no, he cried because of what he had seen.
