"In her dreams I see her pain, her tears, and hopes all fade away."
"In his dreams I see his hopes blossom into present life."
•Soulmate au
-soulmates see dreams of partner and can communicate telepathically
Park Jisung fanfic
☆ ☆ ☆ Finally I can rest without minding about others Throw away everything that's been piled up outside the window We're in a world of just the two of us This place we've landed before We know, it's New York or LA Airplane• Stray Kids ☆ ☆ ☆
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Heiryung sat in her seat next to Mrs. Yang who was acting as the prosecutor.
The minute she had stepped into the room she had seen the defendant and the empty seat her father, very sickly and pale, had been seated in.
Yesterday had been the first day of the two, possibly three day process.
Of course her father pled not guilty to the ever so complicated case, which brought them to bringing in the witnesses she was so scared to see.
First was Kim Jungwoo.
"I remember a group of younger boys calling me," he testified, "they needed an emergency ride to her house. One boy had already tried to run, but he was practically on his deathbed. We had to drag him into the car and drive the rest. He was the first to find her... and-"
Heiryung stopped listening.
She didn't want to.
All she could think about how her brother was waiting to simply talk, while her mom was MIA. How Jisung was going to have to work around with his words very carefully to help her, but not screw himself over.
The whole situation sucked.
Haechan was called up.
"I've always kinda knew something was up," he started glancing at her glassy eyes.
"She always looked sickly skinny, pale, tired. She would show up to school with bruises and cuts, marks that insinuated that someone had been hurting her."
Heiryung looked down, as if the scar on her belly was showing through her shirt.
"She was quiet," Haechan continued, "never really trusted anyone. I remember one of my friends tried to help her and she flinched away. My other friend... her... soulmate, he always reported really sad or concerning thoughts. Uhm...."
Heiryung zoned out.
Jisung had noticed.
The more she thought about it, the only person who had been there this whole time had been him. He was the one who had been willing to listen, yet she had blocked him out. She felt the pit in her stomach grow.
Before she knew it, Mark was up.
"I never really knew Heiryung or my dad," he started, "my mom took me and left Heiryung when I was eight, she was five. Neither of us remembered much of each other-"
"So do you have enough evidence that he was domestically abusive," the defender cut in.
Heiryung gritted her teeth.
"Uh yeah," Mark said, "my mom left for a reason. He was verbally abusive and toxic. I never really acknowledged it as much as I should've as a kid, but I remember most nights they would argue.
I would escape away to hang out with my friends, but I know that when I got home there was always some evidence of a fight."
Heiryung zoned out.
Mark and her remembered it practically the same. He escaped with friends, Heiryung escaped with her dad's old record player and listened to old slow dance music, the rhythms always drowning out the screaming as she cried.
Heiryung looked up and Jisung's eyes were the ones up on the witness stand.
"I remember just hearing 'please help,'" he said, looking at her and not the defense attorney, his eyes swimming in fear.
"She gave me directions and that's it," he said, "for a while. Then I head..."
He paused.
"'Please hurry, he had a knife.'"
Several juries gasped, some scooting around uncomfortably in their seat.
"I honestly don't remember anything else," Jisung said, his hands fiddling with each other.
"You don't remember anything else," the defense attorney sneered.
"Just bits and flashes, the locked door, screaming, me falling down the stairs, blood..."
Jisung paused, his face pale as if he was going to be sick.
"That's enough."
Jisung rushed to his seat, looking ready to practically vomit in court at the moment as he shook ever so slightly.
Then they waited to see the juries input and votes.
"From yesterday's trial," the judge announced, "this has been going on for quite a while. Lee Heiryung experiencing child neglect, domestic abuse, verbal abuse, and child abuse."
The judge paused.
Heiryung held her breath, tears threatening to fall.
"The defendant," he said, pausing to read.
The suspension was tearing at Heiryung.
"Mr. Lee," the judge said turning towards her father.
"You have been found guilty.
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