Give Me One Good Reason (prev: 13 Reasons) (HIATUS)

(10) Reintroductions

3rd Person's P.O.V.

Mitzuki was surprised. Kaard BamBam was crying. In HIS arms.

Kim Mitzuki didn't know what the hell to do. He'd assumed BamBam was here to drag him (albeit kicking and screaming) back to Izuka Yang but the next thing he knows is that BamBam's crying on his shoulder and squishing him in the tightest hug. 'Why is he crying on me?' he thought confusedly.

"BamBam? Hey, uh, what's wrong?" Mitzuki tentatively lifted his arms and hugged the older, rubbing his back to try and ease the pain the other must have been feeling. 'If I let him get it out he might feel better and he can talk to me properly,' Mitzuki thought, rubbing the others' back in long calming movements.

"Let it out, you'll feel better when you do." Mitzuki was, by nature, a deeply caring person and his need to take care of someone who was hurting took priority over his own feeling of needing to get as far away as possible from one of the people who had previously hurt him badly.

"I'm sorry 'Zuuki, I'm so sorry that I left you but he- he knew something about me and threatened you, so I left. I left you alone with him and I'm so, so sorry. I should've taken you with me, should have just packed you up and taken you when I left there. I'm sorry, I--" The heart-aching tears had slowed now and the pink haired male was trying to explain something but not being particularly forthcoming with anything except apologizing to one puzzled brunette.

"Kaard Bambam. Stop and look at me," Mitzuki took BamBam's cheek in his palm and looked him in the eyes.

"Slow down. Stop apologizing for a minute and explain from the start, you're confusing me. I don't even know what you're saying sorry for." BamBam's shocked eyes opened wide at his comment and he backed out of the embrace,

"You - you don't remember?" Ice blue eyes probed chocolate brown orbs, he was shocked at the revelation that the person he left behind didn't seem to remember he had left.

"You really don't. What did he do to you?" the pinkette's brow creased.

"Ha. Haha. Hahahahahaa. Yang? Izuka Yang? You want to know what He did to me? HAH! It'd be quicker to ask what he didn't do to me." Kim Mitzuki rolled his eyes, let out a crazed laugh and pushed BamBam roughly from him before standing and lifting both his hoodie and tee-shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor. 

Baring everything from the waist up with his arms straight out to the side he turned in a slow circle.

"This is some of what he did. He made it so that I will never model again."

The pinkette saw dozens of scars marring the once pristine skin of the young man he was loving for a long time. The skin was flawless only to where the younger could cover with clothing....
There were cigarette burns, twisted scars from slices and serrated cuts, others that weren't anything but stab wounds. There were marks that could have been points of electrocution, marks that looked like bullet holes and other scars that made him look like he'd been branded. When the light-brunette spoke again his voice was so cold that the older male shuddered with the sharp-edged hatred it contained.

"This, BamBam. This is what Izuka Yang, you, and his boys did to me. This is the final result of four years with him up until a year ago when I finally grew enough balls to leave him after he assaulted me for the last time. He broke all of my ribs at least once, my legs, my arms, a shoulder, my pelvis twice and my heart. I have scarring in so many places you'll never see and I'll never say. I died BB. I DIED. He literally fucking killed me over and over again, and then had me resuscitated. Do you have any idea how bad that fucking hurts or what it does to you? I've come so clise to death and actually died so many times that I can't even count. I wished he would just kill me. Every time I thought it couldn't get worse - it did."