Bruised Chapter 1
Title: Bruised
Pairing: Yoochun x Junsu
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They will never be mine unless I manage to find a way to kidnap them and hide them in my closet 8D
Genre: AU, angst, drama, romance
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, violence, abuse
Summary: Park Yoochun is the rebellious, new kid of the school. He seems cold from the outside but he warms up when he befriends Kim Junsu. However, how will Yoochun react when he discovers Junsu's secret?
Chapter 1
Junsu’s body stiffened when he heard the sound of keys unlocking the door. He held his breath and listened to the sound of somebody entering the house and taking off his jacket, his own body tensing up even more as he listened to the heavy footsteps breaking the silence. The fear became unbearably as adrenaline was rushing through his veins, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
He was sitting in his room, pretending to do his homework though he couldn’t concentrate at all. Junsu's concentration was fixed on the footsteps of his father, waiting anxiously for him to enter his room. His heart was beating so fast as if it was trying to jump out of his chest. The scared boy swallowed away the lump in his dry throat, eyes darting away from his papers to steal swift glimpses of the door, expecting it to be opened at any moment.
After what felt like an eternity, the handle slowly went down and Junsu quickly fixed his gaze on his papers. He started to write down something illogical, his brains being paralyzed by fear. His hands trembled, making it impossible to write neatly but he didn’t care.
“Doing your homework, huh? Pretending to be a good son? You’re so sly, just like your mother.” Junsu stiffened when he heard the familiar voice. He gasped when he felt a hand grab his hair, pulling his head back with so much force he fell off his chair. A cry of pain escaped his lips when his body hit the floor and he tried to crawl away as fast as he could from his father.
“Where are you going, little bitch?” the voice of his father said. The words were followed by a painful kick in the stomach. Junsu's escape effort had been stopped quickly as his arms gave out, causing his upper body to hit the floor again. He gasped, his arms hugging his stomach, trying to protect himself from other attacks. He knew there would be plenty more.
“Can’t you just behave normally for once? That ugly face of you writhing in pain, you took after your mother.” Another kick, this time in the face. Junsu cried out in pain, tears filling his eyes as he felt his front teeth pierce his lower lip.
“Daddy… daddy… please stop.” Junsu sobbed, trying to make himself as small as possible. It only made it worse. Hands grabbed him by his arm, pulling him on his feet. His body was trembling violently and out of fear, his legs almost gave out. A hand tightened its hold on his hair and pulled. Junsu cried out in pain as he could feel his hair being pulled out. Tears were welling up in his eyes, making it hard to see. “Please, stop, please,” he begged, his voice breaking.
“I see that bitch learned you how to beg as well?” his father scorned, the please angering him even more. This time he punched his son in the guts, making him cringe. “You disgust me so much. Why aren’t you more like your brother? Why did I get you and not Junho?” he screamed in Junsu’s face. Junsu sobbed harder, fearing his father would beat him more. The familiar smell of alcohol intruded his nose, telling him what he had already realized: his father was drunk again. Junsu had heard those stabbing words so many times for the last two years, so many times he could dream them by now.
His father lashed out, fist making contact with Junsu’s jaw and nose. Junsu felt something warm trickle down his nose but he had no time to realize it. The impact of the blow had caused him to fall on the floor but that didn't stop his dad's anger. He gasped out for air as he could feel his father's shoe making contact with his stomach, again and again.
After what seemed like an eternity, his father stopped with kicking and punching. Junsu’s body had gone limp long ago, quitting his attempt to fight against his much stronger father. “Of course, I get the worthless son,” his father spit out and after these words, he left the room, leaving his broken son sobbing on the floor.
~
Junsu knew why his father was like this. He understood his feelings and therefore he couldn’t blame him for feeling pained. It had started two years ago when his father and his mother had had a lot of fights. So many fights it had caused the two lovers to divorce. Even though his father was still madly in love with his mother, he knew their marriage was weak and unstable. They had grown apart.
Even though they both had agreed on the divorce, neither one of them was willing to hand over their children to the other. Junsu had sobbed to his brother because of the upsetting fights between their once loving parents and Junho had been the one who had gently wiped away his tears.
Junho. He had been his support. He had been his protective brother who would always be there for him. They would always be together because they were twins and nobody would be cruel enough to even consider the thought of ripping apart two twin brothers. At least, that was what the innocent Junsu thought.
He had been proven wrong. The lawyer had cruelly decided that Junho would live with his mother and that Junsu would live with his father. Of course, they were allowed to visit as often as they wanted but it was hard since their mother had moved to the other side of Seoul.
His father was heartbroken. He still loved his ex-wife, he loved her beautiful face, her fragile figure, her gentle smile, her soft eyes. But they had grown apart, he couldn’t change anything and he had realized he was powerless. Yet, his unreachable wife was so close to him as Junsu resembled her so much. His beautiful face, his fragile figure, his gentle smile and his soft eyes… everything of him reminded Junsu’s father of how much he missed his wife and how much he craved for her.
Yet, she was out of reach.
This made Junsu’s father so incredibly mad. His anger was so great, it got the better part of him. The once gentle man had started to drink away his tears and the first time he had come home drunk, he had hit his son. His son who resembled his beloved so much that the hurt Junsu's father felt when he looked at him was incredible.
Why couldn’t they have given him Junho? Junho, who resembled him more. Junho, who was masculine. Why did they have to give him Junsu, the feminine one, the fragile one? The one who resembled her so much.
~
Junsu pulled himself together. He moved his heavy limbs, dragging his sore body to the bathroom. He looked at himself and groaned when he saw the blood and bruises on his face. How was he ever going to appear on school with this kind of face? His hands lifted up his shirt, showing his painfully red skin. Junsu reached out to a hand towel, dipping it into the cold water. He let out a hiss of pain when he carefully touched his injuries with the towel.
This was going to be a long and painful night.
~
He didn’t look any better the next morning. In fact, he looked even worse. When Junsu finally managed to get out of bed, he couldn't help but groan when he saw his face in the mirror. His lower lip was split and he had a big, blue bruise on his left jawbone. Other than that, there wasn't anything serious on his face. At least he didn't look hideous.
Junsu sighed as he pulled out his foundation. It was a little bit embarrassing to admit that he used make-up as a boy but it was using that or walking around like a hideous gangster. After applying it on his cheek, he studied his face in the mirror and concluded he looked okay. He had no miraculous foundation nor did he have incredibly make-up skills but getting into a fight seemed like a cool cover-up story to tell.
He put away his make-up and prepared to go to school, refusing to look at the more severe injuries on his body.
~
"Would you like to introduce yourself?" the voice of the teacher questioned Yoochun. Yoochun rolled with his eyes and then turned to the class. He knew he was supposed to bow 90 degrees but he didn't bother to. Etiquettes weren't made for him. Instead of doing the polite greeting, he raised his index and middle finger, greeting the class casually.
"I'm Park Yoochun, I just moved back to Korea. I've lived the past years in America and that's it." Yoochun said, looking expectantly at his teacher. Why did he have to do this boring introduction thing?
"Right, Yoochun, how about you go sit next to Junsu?" the teacher spoke, looking a bit annoyed by the attitude of the new student. Yoochun nodded slightly to show he understood the instruction and then walked to the empty seat next to the boy who seemed to be Junsu.
He didn't bother to look at the boy until the girl sitting before Junsu asked, "Junsu-sshi, what happened to your face?"
"Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing to say but I got into a fight." Yoochun noticed how girly the voice of his classmate was. Surprised, he faced the guy next to him, studying his face. Yoochun could see the vague outline of a big bruise and he noticed how Junsu's lower lip was split as well.
Yoochun's eyes studied the guy next to him, noticing how fragile looking Junsu actually was. Well, this was interesting. Yoochun didn't know this Junsu guy but it seemed very out of character of him to get into a fight.
Pairing: Yoochun x Junsu
Rating: R
Disclaimer: They will never be mine unless I manage to find a way to kidnap them and hide them in my closet 8D
Genre: AU, angst, drama, romance
Length: Chaptered
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, violence, abuse
Summary: Park Yoochun is the rebellious, new kid of the school. He seems cold from the outside but he warms up when he befriends Kim Junsu. However, how will Yoochun react when he discovers Junsu's secret?
Chapter 1
Junsu’s body stiffened when he heard the sound of keys unlocking the door. He held his breath and listened to the sound of somebody entering the house and taking off his jacket, his own body tensing up even more as he listened to the heavy footsteps breaking the silence. The fear became unbearably as adrenaline was rushing through his veins, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
He was sitting in his room, pretending to do his homework though he couldn’t concentrate at all. Junsu's concentration was fixed on the footsteps of his father, waiting anxiously for him to enter his room. His heart was beating so fast as if it was trying to jump out of his chest. The scared boy swallowed away the lump in his dry throat, eyes darting away from his papers to steal swift glimpses of the door, expecting it to be opened at any moment.
After what felt like an eternity, the handle slowly went down and Junsu quickly fixed his gaze on his papers. He started to write down something illogical, his brains being paralyzed by fear. His hands trembled, making it impossible to write neatly but he didn’t care.
“Doing your homework, huh? Pretending to be a good son? You’re so sly, just like your mother.” Junsu stiffened when he heard the familiar voice. He gasped when he felt a hand grab his hair, pulling his head back with so much force he fell off his chair. A cry of pain escaped his lips when his body hit the floor and he tried to crawl away as fast as he could from his father.
“Where are you going, little bitch?” the voice of his father said. The words were followed by a painful kick in the stomach. Junsu's escape effort had been stopped quickly as his arms gave out, causing his upper body to hit the floor again. He gasped, his arms hugging his stomach, trying to protect himself from other attacks. He knew there would be plenty more.
“Can’t you just behave normally for once? That ugly face of you writhing in pain, you took after your mother.” Another kick, this time in the face. Junsu cried out in pain, tears filling his eyes as he felt his front teeth pierce his lower lip.
“Daddy… daddy… please stop.” Junsu sobbed, trying to make himself as small as possible. It only made it worse. Hands grabbed him by his arm, pulling him on his feet. His body was trembling violently and out of fear, his legs almost gave out. A hand tightened its hold on his hair and pulled. Junsu cried out in pain as he could feel his hair being pulled out. Tears were welling up in his eyes, making it hard to see. “Please, stop, please,” he begged, his voice breaking.
“I see that bitch learned you how to beg as well?” his father scorned, the please angering him even more. This time he punched his son in the guts, making him cringe. “You disgust me so much. Why aren’t you more like your brother? Why did I get you and not Junho?” he screamed in Junsu’s face. Junsu sobbed harder, fearing his father would beat him more. The familiar smell of alcohol intruded his nose, telling him what he had already realized: his father was drunk again. Junsu had heard those stabbing words so many times for the last two years, so many times he could dream them by now.
His father lashed out, fist making contact with Junsu’s jaw and nose. Junsu felt something warm trickle down his nose but he had no time to realize it. The impact of the blow had caused him to fall on the floor but that didn't stop his dad's anger. He gasped out for air as he could feel his father's shoe making contact with his stomach, again and again.
After what seemed like an eternity, his father stopped with kicking and punching. Junsu’s body had gone limp long ago, quitting his attempt to fight against his much stronger father. “Of course, I get the worthless son,” his father spit out and after these words, he left the room, leaving his broken son sobbing on the floor.
~
Junsu knew why his father was like this. He understood his feelings and therefore he couldn’t blame him for feeling pained. It had started two years ago when his father and his mother had had a lot of fights. So many fights it had caused the two lovers to divorce. Even though his father was still madly in love with his mother, he knew their marriage was weak and unstable. They had grown apart.
Even though they both had agreed on the divorce, neither one of them was willing to hand over their children to the other. Junsu had sobbed to his brother because of the upsetting fights between their once loving parents and Junho had been the one who had gently wiped away his tears.
Junho. He had been his support. He had been his protective brother who would always be there for him. They would always be together because they were twins and nobody would be cruel enough to even consider the thought of ripping apart two twin brothers. At least, that was what the innocent Junsu thought.
He had been proven wrong. The lawyer had cruelly decided that Junho would live with his mother and that Junsu would live with his father. Of course, they were allowed to visit as often as they wanted but it was hard since their mother had moved to the other side of Seoul.
His father was heartbroken. He still loved his ex-wife, he loved her beautiful face, her fragile figure, her gentle smile, her soft eyes. But they had grown apart, he couldn’t change anything and he had realized he was powerless. Yet, his unreachable wife was so close to him as Junsu resembled her so much. His beautiful face, his fragile figure, his gentle smile and his soft eyes… everything of him reminded Junsu’s father of how much he missed his wife and how much he craved for her.
Yet, she was out of reach.
This made Junsu’s father so incredibly mad. His anger was so great, it got the better part of him. The once gentle man had started to drink away his tears and the first time he had come home drunk, he had hit his son. His son who resembled his beloved so much that the hurt Junsu's father felt when he looked at him was incredible.
Why couldn’t they have given him Junho? Junho, who resembled him more. Junho, who was masculine. Why did they have to give him Junsu, the feminine one, the fragile one? The one who resembled her so much.
~
Junsu pulled himself together. He moved his heavy limbs, dragging his sore body to the bathroom. He looked at himself and groaned when he saw the blood and bruises on his face. How was he ever going to appear on school with this kind of face? His hands lifted up his shirt, showing his painfully red skin. Junsu reached out to a hand towel, dipping it into the cold water. He let out a hiss of pain when he carefully touched his injuries with the towel.
This was going to be a long and painful night.
~
He didn’t look any better the next morning. In fact, he looked even worse. When Junsu finally managed to get out of bed, he couldn't help but groan when he saw his face in the mirror. His lower lip was split and he had a big, blue bruise on his left jawbone. Other than that, there wasn't anything serious on his face. At least he didn't look hideous.
Junsu sighed as he pulled out his foundation. It was a little bit embarrassing to admit that he used make-up as a boy but it was using that or walking around like a hideous gangster. After applying it on his cheek, he studied his face in the mirror and concluded he looked okay. He had no miraculous foundation nor did he have incredibly make-up skills but getting into a fight seemed like a cool cover-up story to tell.
He put away his make-up and prepared to go to school, refusing to look at the more severe injuries on his body.
~
"Would you like to introduce yourself?" the voice of the teacher questioned Yoochun. Yoochun rolled with his eyes and then turned to the class. He knew he was supposed to bow 90 degrees but he didn't bother to. Etiquettes weren't made for him. Instead of doing the polite greeting, he raised his index and middle finger, greeting the class casually.
"I'm Park Yoochun, I just moved back to Korea. I've lived the past years in America and that's it." Yoochun said, looking expectantly at his teacher. Why did he have to do this boring introduction thing?
"Right, Yoochun, how about you go sit next to Junsu?" the teacher spoke, looking a bit annoyed by the attitude of the new student. Yoochun nodded slightly to show he understood the instruction and then walked to the empty seat next to the boy who seemed to be Junsu.
He didn't bother to look at the boy until the girl sitting before Junsu asked, "Junsu-sshi, what happened to your face?"
"Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing to say but I got into a fight." Yoochun noticed how girly the voice of his classmate was. Surprised, he faced the guy next to him, studying his face. Yoochun could see the vague outline of a big bruise and he noticed how Junsu's lower lip was split as well.
Yoochun's eyes studied the guy next to him, noticing how fragile looking Junsu actually was. Well, this was interesting. Yoochun didn't know this Junsu guy but it seemed very out of character of him to get into a fight.