𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 3 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼

It was almost three in the morning when the sound of keys filled the dark living room. A man came stumbling inside with, in one hand, a bottle of booze and the other attempting to find balance against the wall. He murmured some unidentified words and tried to walk forward, almost falling. He was completely wasted. "Han Jisu, get over here!" The man yelled as Jisung's mother came running down the stairs. Her eyes widened upon meeting his state. "Darling, where were you?" A stinging sensation across her cheek dragged her out of her worry as she traced the ghost of the slap. Trembling, she rose her head, an unidentified tear running down her face. "That is none of your business, woman." he spat as he grabbed her by her collar. The man raised his bottle, Jisu aware of her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. But someone pushed her aside. She hit the ground, however, was quick to push herself up, an agonized scream leaving her mouth. "Jisung!" 

Jisung felt the sharp pain running down his chest. His face lowered an inch, eyes looking down, only to see the red liquid dripping down on the floor. Jisung tilted his head toward his mother with a reassuring smile trying to cover the gruesome reality. "It's fine, mother." He took every hit the man gave him to the point that his mother tried to pull him away from Jisung. "Please, stop! Don't hurt our son!" she screamed, hands clawing at the man's shoulders, her entire face red and swollen from the crying.

When the front door shut, his father had probably gone to another pub in town. Jisung sat on the floor, hands pressed over his cuts to prevent too much blood loss. His mother emerged from the kitchen, rushing toward her son with an emergency kit. She kneeled beside him, trying to swallow her cries while they left her in broken gasps. Jisu could almost not feel her hands as they hovered above Jisung's skin, applying the ointment. She could see all the scars left over her son's body, every one of them. And they were all her fault. Jisu finally broke into crying after that thought. She couldn't bear her son getting hurt for her when she should've just taken the hits. She should've protected him. "Ji.." the name almost rolled off her tongue like a whisper. "Ji, I'm so sorry.." her breath was shaky. Jisung put his hand under his mother's chin making her look up at him. "Mom.." He looked into his mother's dull eyes. He knew how much pain she was in. "This is not your fault," Jisung soothed, grabbing her into his embrace.  "I love you, mom.."

After a while, Jisung managed to take his mom upstairs so she could rest. But he wasn't tired anymore even when he had laid awake the entire night. Jisung breathed in the cold air once outside, and put on his scarf, burying himself in his coat. He took his secret road, leading through the woods, pushing away the branches in his path while the grind under his feet resounded through the silent forest. The moonlight shone through the gap as he crouched down a bit, walking through the small opening, revealing the beautiful yellow sunflower fields. Jisung exhaled, relieved to finally have some time for himself. Staring into the fields, he frowned. He could see a figure, sitting down, the stranger even had his eyes closed. Jisung huffed. Unbelievable. Who dared to invade his private space?

Jisung walked up to him, the grass under him muting his footsteps, and cleared his throat before speaking, 

"Who are you and why are you here?"

The stranger just ignored him, not even sparing him one glance. Honestly, he didn't know why he even approached him. "It is just a person let him be, Jisung," his thoughts sounded through his head. Shutting his eyelids for a moment, he decided to walk away and laid down on his jacket further into the distance. Jisung looked up to the sky, his mind trailing off. These last few days had been hard for him. He had never felt so emotionally drained. However, another thought disturbed his previous ones. Jisung turned his head, there he still saw the male, still sitting down. He was also looking at the sky, letting himself lean back on his palms. 

" I wonder what could be on his mind. "