𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 2 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓰𝓸

* 3 years ago *

Jisung struggled in the male's grip as a force smashed him against the locker, nearly feeling the air exit his lungs. The male grabbed Jisung by his collar. "Where is my money? You fag." Jisung gripped the male by his hand, trying to yank it off. "I said I don't have your fucking money," he spoke between gritted teeth purely out of desperation and a lack of oxygen. A smirk made its way to the male's face as he dropped Jisung to the ground. Jisung coughed, taking in tugs of air to breathe again. "You don't?"

He grasped Jisung by his hair slowly pulling him up from the ground. He smiled getting down on his knees and got closer to Jisung's face, whispering "Don't you like it when I pull you by your hair, princess?" Jisung forced himself off the ground, tears burning in his eyes as he faced him. "Leave me alone, Minjun!" he cried out, raising his voice. However, the burning sensation of a hit he received made him drop again as a group of figures surrounded him. Although he already struggled to breathe by now, he couldn't help but let the tears escape from his pooled eyes. He felt so useless against Minjun. "Someone, please, help.." At this point, Jisung's words only ended up in desperate whispers seeking help.

Minjun and his friends had already left, leaving Jisung on the cold tiles of the school hall. The frigid air made him curl himself up in a ball while he let the remaining tears stream down his face. The feeling of the upcoming headache arising was inevitable. He rubbed his temples. "I have had enough of this.." His muscles had gone numb and his skin had bruises all over them, luckily Jisung could hide them under his clothes. He balled his fists, trying to pick himself up, a cry exciting his mouth. The weight of his body felt even heavier with all the injuries as gravity reminded him just how tough it is to keep oneself standing. "I have to get out of here" Jisung managed to get out between breaths. He just wanted to leave as fast as he could. A weak smile took place on his face, his eyes showing a slight light. He knew exactly where he needed to be right now.

There was one place where Jisung felt most safe and to his luck, almost no one knew it existed. Jisung pushed away a few branches and squinted his eyes, the sun greeting him. A vast field filled with beautiful golden sunflowers covered the grounds before him, the flowers matching perfectly with the bright sun at the horizon. Jisung took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting all the new, fresh air flow into his lungs. Here Jisung was at peace, this place was the only one that granted him the chance to escape reality. A lot of people would think it's lonely to be here all alone, but for Jisung it was just perfect that way. He laid down on the ground, looking up at the sky, watching the clouds pass by at a slow, hypnotizing pace. There was no strong wind only a soft breeze. Jisung closed his eyes, softly smiling as he let the sun kiss his skin. Right now, only this moment mattered to Jisung. Only this and nothing else.

The sky turned into shades of golden and rose, the sun setting with Jisung just looking at it disappear behind the horizon. He shivered a bit from the cold breeze passing by and pulled up his collar, flinching when he accidentally touches his bruises. "Fucking hell, that hurts," he cursed through gritted teeth. Jisung stood up, mumbling to himself how much he wanted to hit Minjun, even though he thought he didn't have the strength to do so. "A man can dream," he muttered. And with that, he traced his way back, brushing past the leaves and branches, walking, although it was more of stumbling, back home before his family gets worried. Jisung didn't want that. His family had more important things to care for than worry about him. 

Jisung had to walk through a few streets before getting to his house. Turning around the corner, the light still burned in the living room. They must still be awake, Jisung thought, walking over the pavement to the apartment. It had two floors and was just enough for his family to fit in. As Jisung has always said, "It is not much but we have a place to stay." He took out his keys, twisting the lock, until a click resounded, and stepped inside. Peeking around the corner of the hall, he saw his mother in the living room, watching tv. She turned around. "Hey, Ji. Sit down and eat your food, leftovers are in the fridge!"

He sat down at the kitchen counter, barely touching his food, fidgetting with his hands instead. He took a breath in, finally having mustered up the courage to ask. "Is dad coming home tonight?" The words rolled off his tongue carefully, echoing in a deafening silence in the room. His mom looked up at him, forcing a smile, "I don't think he will come home today any time soon, Ji." Jisung picked up on the heaviness of her words behind his mother's forced facade with as only purpose of holding on for them, deciding it is better for the both of them to not ask further. He knew his father was probably at some pub drinking again. 

After dragging himself up the stairs to the bathroom, he took a warm shower, the temperature slightly burning against his cold skin, letting the water slide down his body. The male took a moment to exhale, pushing his hair back before wrapping a towel around his waist. Jisung had to be extra careful trying not to hit his bruises. He pressed his palms against the sink, trusting the remaining strength in his arm to keep him from collapsing, looking into the mirror. His body was covered in purple spots, the bruises going all the way from his neck to his abdomen. Jisung let out a deep sigh before opening the cabinet, pulling a medical box and medicines from it, a place Jisung knew all too well. He took the bottle, dipping the cotton into the red, orange-ish liquid, applying it to his body, whimpering as it made contact with his skin. "Curse you, Minjun." Jisung murmured while treating the rest of it. 

Finally, the moment Jisung had been waiting for arrived. He flopped down his bed, shifting in the soft covers until he made himself comfortable. He let out a content breath, eyelids shutting automatically. "I only have you my dear bed," Jisung mumbled while hugging his pillow. It didn't take long before the room was filled with soft snores, a deep sleep taking Jisung in its grasp.