lunch time // seungjin

四

seungmin felt broken , embarrassed . no hyunjin didnt rape him , but hyunjin sexually assaulted seungmin . the younger felt like he had lost his innocence , his body felt so corrupted with all these marks from hyunjin . seungmin was a mentally weak boy that had barely made it past the one month mark for being clean from self-harming . he promised himself he wouldnt , he shouldnt . but the broken boy couldnt stop that voice in his head , yelling at him to .

seungmin's tears starting falling again as he reached to button his shirt back up . he dragged his way and bent down to pick up his discarded hoodie at the side and pulled it over to cover his body . but the coverage wasnt enough for him , he still felt exposed . after what seemed like minutes but was actually hours , seungmin finally managed to step out of the abandoned classroom and dialed for his driver to pick him up from school .

it was about 3 o'clock , mid school day , 3 more periods for students before they were allowed to go home . but there seungmin was walking through the golden gates of the mansion he owned . 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘥 . son of kim organization and jeon association , both his parents owned a company that was both in the big 5 of korea . money was never a problem , but with that meant lesser family bonding time . his parents tried their best to spend time with their child and wasnt like stereotypical business parents who disowned their children because of their sexuality . no, infact they were really supportive when seungmin first came out to them about this boy he had a crush on in 4th grade . they gave seungmin a whooping amount of 800 thousand per month along with an unlimited black card as compensation for the time they couldnt spend with him .

seungmin understood that his parents needed to take care of their businesses and was always understanding when they cancelled last minute on him . he saved up all his parents gave him and easily afforded a four storey mansion , had 17 cars parked in his garage the 18th on its way . yeah he was that rich . the cost of these was nothing to compare with the amount in his bank account , luckily he was shield from the media . his parents wanted seungmin to have a normal childhood and not grow up under the stress of the media , which they successfully did . seungmin never boasted , never . no one really knew how rich he was , and that to seungmin was a big relief . no one was going to be friends with him just because of his wealth .

seungmin paced to his own private garden , the sea of seungmin's favourite flower , 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘥 , 𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 . seungmin was attached to the flower , he never really knew why but since he was a boy he vowed to have a garden of aconites , which today , he had achieved . he planted every single one of them by himself . they never failed to calm him down when something bad had happened but today it seemed like they were failing to heal his sorrow .

seungmin sat in silence for hours but the voices in his head too never stopped since he left the classroom .

" do it seungmin. "

" you deserve it you piece of shit. "

" even better just die. "

with that the poor boy succumbed to the voices in his head . ( a/n iykyk 😼 ) he stumbled to the washroom and reached in the cabinet under the sink , his experienced hand took out a pack of blades . he wiggled out of his hoodie and threw it aside , he winced when he saw red choking marks on his neck . seungmin took a deep breath in and unbuttoned his shirt . he couldnt recognize his own body anymore , the marks from earlier disgusted him . he shrugged the now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders , revealing his scarred upper arm . fortunately , hyunjin didnt pull seungmin's shirt off and didnt see the younger's cut filled upper arm , seungmin cannot imagine how much harder hyunjin would have bullied him .

with a deep breath , seungmin felt a stinging sensation on his skin .

seungmin ah >:(

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