Trigger warning
SeokJin didn't know how long he was unconscious. When he opened his eyes, at first he laid not daring to move even single finger.
His whole body was tingling and sharp pain was striking him with every singgle move he made. He wasn't surprised, what else could've he expected after getting heavily beaten up and raped? So he laid there, on his back, closing his eyes end letting the cold tiles soothe his pain a little. It was one of those places he was being imprisoned sometimes, but to his liking it was the most pleasant one.
Usually he was left all alone, with the cold present there, bust still most bearable than the one in the basement. And if he felt too cold, there always was shower with warm water runninf in there.
Ywah, the bathroom definitely was, excluding his room, his least unpleasant place of isolation.
But still, he needed to stand up finally. He couldn't just lay like that for eternity.
So he rose up, legs weak and shaking, looking at that mirror with his puffy, red eyes. He was terrified with what he saw, not for the first time, but this time many bat memories seemwd to creep in from the back of his mind.
He took of his clothes, knowing that no one could see him now and as on autopilot he rises his hand towards the small object he knew so well, for the first time painting the red pattern somewhere else than on his slim legs. He didnt care at that point, acting like in an amok, when all he wanted to do was to ease the pain in his heart.
He thought he got used to it, but no one can get used to being hurt by their own parent.
No mather what.
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Pʟᴀʏ ᴏғ Aɴᴛᴏɴʏᴍs || 2Sᴇᴏᴋ
Fanfiction{English isn't my first language. This is a translation of one of my works. Relationships between the characters are purely platonic.} Two boys on a stage of life have to, despite their differences, find common ground, not knowing the consequences o...
