bad lie, bad love

He was tired. The ropes around his wrists big into his flesh, the skin raw and stained red. The mattress below him was lumpy, the blankets thin and scratchy. He glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table, the bright red numbers taunting him. 

3:35pm, 18/05/14 

He’d be home soon. He’d been here just over three weeks of dreading him coming home. Twenty-two sleepless nights with cold arms wrapped around his thinning waist, plush lips pressing subtle yet possessive kisses along his exposed back and shoulders. 

Those wrongful lips would whisper such insanities into his ears, the deep voice sending shivers of terror down his spine. Twenty-two days, and that voice still scared him. Those wandering hands scared him. 

The bedroom door slammed open, causing him to flinch visibly on the bed. He curled in on himself, hearing angry footsteps pounding on the carpet. 

“Why aren’t you looking at me, Jeongguk?” That deep voice growled, crawling onto the bed, hovering on all fours over the boy, caging him in. He began to quiver, his eyelids scrunched tightly. He buried his face in his arms, refusing to look up at the boy looming over him. 

This seemed to anger him more. Two large and cold hands roughly grabbed at the boy’s wrists, pulling them away from his face and pinning them to the bed beside his head. 

“Answer me, Jeongguk.” His voice lowered, and Jeongguk felt the hot tears trickling down his cheeks, staining his skin. 

“S-sorry, h-hyung...” he whimpered, his soft voice broken and raspy. 

A faint smile stretched into the older’s pink lips, one hand unpinning the reddening wrist. He trailed his fingertips along the gentle slope of Jeongguk’s jawline. The boy winced and shied away from his touch, his body trembling. 

Even after twenty-two days, he still revered the touch of the other male. 

“Scared?” Taehyung mocked, his voice sickening. Jeongguk roughly shook his head side-to-side, trying to show the other male that he wasn’t scared. But he was. He was so scared, he wanted to cry. He wanted to scream and sob. He wanted Taehyung to get away from him. 

“Good.” 

His cold and calloused hands trailed down his neck, down his exposed chest. Those fingers roughly began to grope and touch, his head falling and his lips latching onto the boy’s neck. No reaction, except for a disgusted feeling in his stomach. He felt like throwing up. He chewed on his lip, his body betraying him. 

He hated this. Every day, he did this to Jeongguk. The tears wouldn’t stay at bay, the warm salty droplets rolling down his pale cheeks. He choked back a sob, clenching his eyes shut, trying to ignore the rough hands roaming his thinning body. 

Those hands halted abruptly when rapid fists banged on the front door, the loud thuds echoing throughout the small house. 

Taehyung growled angrily, pushing himself up and off Jeongguk, storming out of the room to the front door. 

He could hear the older male opening the door, and his greeting being cut off as he heard Taehyung shout in anger. Angry shouts followed, ones that did not belong to Taehyung. 

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