Bruised Chapter 5
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 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4
Chapter 5
That night, Yoochun wasn’t able to catch any sleep. His mind couldn’t stop wandering to the conversation he had had with Junsu; he just wasn't able to understand how someone was able to think like Junsu. That boy was blaming himself something which shouldn’t be blamed on him. If the marriage of his parents would have been stable, their son’s weak health would have made their marriage stronger. Instead, it lead to a divorce.
Yet, it was obvious Junsu wasn’t thinking the same way. The more Yoochun was thinking about it, the angrier he got. Nobody deserved the treatment Junsu got from his father. Even though Yoochun had only caught a glimpse of the bruised back of his friend, only thinking about it made him angry. There had been a mixture of purple, blue, green and yellow spots on Junsu’s back. Yoochun couldn’t imagine how much pain was inflicted on Junsu's body with every bruise. He couldn’t imagine the physical and mental pain Junsu had been going through for all these years.
He sighed while he rolled over to lie on his stomach. After a few more minutes of rolling and kicking in his bed, he gave up. Maybe it would help to listen to music in order to ease his mind. Or maybe… listening to Junsu’s voice would ease his mind?
Yoochun shook his head. No, he shouldn’t call Junsu. He had barely managed to get the boy’s phone number and Junsu had just started to trust him. He wasn’t going to throw the trust he had been working so hard for to gain away by calling his friend at 3 am. What was he, a stalker? No, it’d be better to text him… because receiving a text at 3 am wasn't stalkerish.
Hey, this is my number. ^_^ You have something to do tomorrow? Do you want to go to the fair with me? Yoochun.
~
Why was he so nervous? Junsu didn’t know but it was probably because he hadn’t gone out for a long time. Every time Changmin had suggested to do something together, it would have been something like swimming or sporting... and even simple things like going to the cinemas was prevented because of the mood swings of his father. In short, Junsu had always been scared to do something with his friends because it might have triggered a bad reaction from his father.
But... it seemed as if he wasn't afraid of his father anymore. It seemed as if spending time with Yoochun was worth the risk of getting beaten up by his father. Those beatings always had an unfounded reason and Junsu didn't seem to be able to avoid them, no matter how hard he tried.
Hanging out with Yoochun was a small step to freedom, a small step to rebel against his father's power, and it seemed to be worth it.
When Junsu finally arrived at the fair, he saw Yoochun at their meeting point. "I'm sorry! I hope you haven't been waiting for a long time?" he asked, panting slightly because he had hurried himself to make it on time. Junsu noticed how good his raven-haired friend looked which made him feel ashamed of his own outfit. It seemed kind of weird to see Yoochun without his school uniform on. He was wearing a navy jacket over his plain, grey T-shirt. Junsu couldn’t help but notice that the T-shirt was low-cut, revealing the collarbones of Yoochun. Even though his classmate was very simply clothed with his navy jacket, grey T-shirt, jeans and matching navy All-stars, Junsu regretted that he didn't spend more time on choosing his own outfit.
“Hi! No, not at all!” Yoochun smiled and it was probably the most angelic smile Junsu had ever seen. “Let’s have some fun, okay?
It was probably one of the best days of his life. No, it probably had been the best day of his life. It had been a long time since Junsu had felt this carefree, this happy and this safe.
It had been so much fun, Yoochun had won a huge plush of Mickey Mouse for Junsu and he was sure the plush was at least 1 meter. In return Junsu had been able to grab a dolphin plush for Yoochun and even though the plush was a lot smaller than the Mickey Mouse plush, Yoochun didn’t seem to mind at all. They had eaten cotton candy and they had drunk bubble tea. They had gone on the ferris wheel, on rollercoasters and even on the merry-go-round, and no matter how childish doing the latter seemed, Junsu had enjoyed himself so much.
Being with Yoochun had made him feel carefree. Being with Yoochun had scared all his fears away. Being with Yoochun had made him feel safe again.
~
"I really had a fun time today... thanks so much for everything," Junsu said, clutching the Mickey Mouse doll tighter. He didn't want this day to end but he didn't seem to be able to get a hold on the time. Time was slipping through his fingers, and the more he wanted it to slow down, the faster it ticked away.
"No, I should be thanking you. It's been a long time since I've had this much fun," Yoochun said. They were sitting on a bench. The bench was conveniently placed at the place where each of them would have to part ways. Neither one of the boys wanted to go their own way. Junsu didn't want to go home because he was scared that his father would have been home already, ready to burst out in anger. Yoochun didn't want to return home because his mother was there and Yoochun wanted to do everything to thwart her 'good' intentions.
"But... would it be good to go home for you? You can sleep at my place, if you want." Suddenly, Yoochun remembered Junsu's situation again. For a moment, he had forgotten. It had been so easy to forget... it had been so easy to forget the painful history of his friend.
"No, that's okay. If I go now, my father won't be home yet so he won't find out," Junsu smiled reassuringly. Actually, he was lying. His words could have been true if his father went to his work regularly but the problem was that his father didn't. Most of the time, he went to work but sometimes, he would cancel his work and spend his time drinking. He would drink outdoors but also indoors... and Junsu wasn't able to find a pattern in it, even though he had tried for two years. The only conclusion was that there wasn't a pattern.
Of course, it wasn't as if Junsu was a masochist. He wasn't declining Yoochun's help because he wanted to get hurt. He was declining it because he didn't want Yoochun to get hurt.
He was scared. He had let Yoochun come closer and closer. Yoochun's question just now had put him back to reality. Yoochun had come too close... He had come so close to Junsu... it was bound something bad was going to happen.
~
Junsu put his keys into the door, his heart thumping so loud in his chest as if it wanted to jump out, his trembling fingers opening the door. He didn't know what he would do if his father was home; how he would explain his absence or how he would explain the huge Mickey Mouse doll he was carrying with him. Gathering his courage, he opened the door.
When he finally entered his house, he didn't know how fast he had to get rid of his shoes and jacket. His eyes flew to the shoes, ignoring the slippers and his own shoes. His eyes searched for the shoes of his father... and relieved, he realized his father wasn't home. To be absolutely certain, he looked for the jacket of his father but he wasn't able to find the jacket either.
A sigh of relief escaped Junsu's lips. His father wasn't home yet.
A quick glance in the living room told him that nothing had changed much since this morning. Junsu noticed several bottles of soju on the table though he was able to distinguish other bottles of heavy alcohol as well. He sighed. He would clean those up later; right now, he should hide the plush he had been holding so his father wouldn't be able to make any remarks about it.
Junsu smiled sadly when he put the doll in his closet.
The doll represented this very day. He had felt like a little child again and he had fully enjoyed himself, something he hadn't been able to do in years. Yet, as the end of the day neared, he had no other choice but place his memories in a box and continue living his old life. He had no other choice but place the doll in the closet and continue living his old and familiar life.
Suddenly, his phone rang. His ringtone broke the silence of the room, piercing through Junsu's thoughts. A little bit startled by the loud sound, he grabbed his phone, though he smiled involuntary when he saw the name of the caller on the screen. "Hello?" he said.
The smile didn't last long. "Junsu..." the trembling voice of his brother didn't promise much good. "Let's meet up somewhere... I've got something to tell you."
~
Once Junsu got out of the taxi, he didn't know how fast he moved to enter the Starbucks building. He already saw his brother, waiting for him with his favorite frappuccino, while he himself was nipping from his coffee.
"What happened?" Junsu asked, eyeing his brother with concern. He couldn't help but notice how bad his brother looked. Junho's eyes were swollen and puffy, causing Junsu to frown in concern. He immediately understood that Junho had been crying for a long time. What could have been the cause of his tears? His brother had always been the strongest of the two and Junho preferred not showing any kind of weaknesses.
Of course, Junsu understood him better. He pulled his brother in a hug once he saw the pain on Junho's face. His own problems didn't matter anymore. Junho's problems didn't matter anymore. Their problems were gone the moment his body crushed his brother's, they were gone the moment the two became one again.
After a long moment of silence, Junsu pulled away. He could see the tears brimming in Junho's eyes which scared him even more. To see his strong brother break down like this... what on earth must have happened? "What's wrong?" he asked, a look of concern painting his face. He wasn't sure himself if he wanted to hear the story, scared about what had triggered this kind of reaction from his brother. As soon as Junho spoke, Junsu regretted asking.
But Junho's words were reality. The harsh reality Junsu needed to face.
"Mom has decided to move to America... She wants to leave everything behind. She wants to begin all over again. She says she can't bear living in Korea anymore..." Junho said, his eyes brimming with tears. "She wants to take you with her but we're pretty sure dad wouldn't allow this to happen... I-I don't want to leave you. I don't want to go with mom... but she doesn't want me to live with dad either."
His world was slipping out of his hands, falling and tumbling down to the ground. His body was paralyzed and he wasn't able to move his limbs to catch his world. When his world made contact with the floor, it scattered like small pieces of glass and no matter how hard Junsu tried, he wasn't able to glue the small pieces together again.
Tears started to form in Junsu's eyes. "No..." his voice broke, tears streaming down his face. "No, go with mom... I'm sure she wouldn't allow you to live with dad," he said, though it was him who wouldn't allow his brother to live with his father. No, he wouldn't put Junho through his living hell. "I... you... when will you leave?" He didn't seem to be able to find the right words, his tongue refusing to pronounce the correct tones.
"In less than a month... mom has arranged everything already."
Junsu started sobbing. His fingers clutched his chest, trying to hold his breaking heart together. Just when he thought the world couldn't become more cruel towards him, he was proven wrong.
~
"Where have you been?" the angry voice of his father was echoing through the room but it didn't bother Junsu. It was as if all his energy had flown out of him when he had heard the news about Junho an hour ago. Was it really just an hour ago? Junsu smiled bitterly. Only one simple decision had caused his whole world to collapse. Only one simple decision had caused him to be in so much pain. Only one simple decision...
"Do you know how late it is? Are you rebelling against me? Do you think this is funny? Say something, did you lose your voice?" with a few steps his father was next to him. The fist of his father made contact with the back of Junsu's head but it didn't seem to hurt at all. Junsu lost his balance, his body making contact with the floor.
"What's wrong with you? ANSWER ME." Junsu could feel the hand of his father grasping his hair, pulling it to force his body stand up again. Junsu could feel several strands of hair leaving their roots but it didn't seem to hurt. The blows that followed barely hurt. Had his father lost his strength? "ANSWER ME, YOU DOG."
A bitter smile appeared on Junsu's lips. "Is it fun? Is it fun to ruin my life like this?"
"What are you saying? Giving me a big mouth? I should have raised you stricter," the words were followed by more blows and kicks but they didn't seem to hurt at all. The physical pain couldn't overrule the mental pain. With a bitter smile on his lips, he endured the abuse of his father.
It didn't hurt at all.
He was sure he was broken beyond repair.
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 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4
Chapter 5
That night, Yoochun wasn’t able to catch any sleep. His mind couldn’t stop wandering to the conversation he had had with Junsu; he just wasn't able to understand how someone was able to think like Junsu. That boy was blaming himself something which shouldn’t be blamed on him. If the marriage of his parents would have been stable, their son’s weak health would have made their marriage stronger. Instead, it lead to a divorce.
Yet, it was obvious Junsu wasn’t thinking the same way. The more Yoochun was thinking about it, the angrier he got. Nobody deserved the treatment Junsu got from his father. Even though Yoochun had only caught a glimpse of the bruised back of his friend, only thinking about it made him angry. There had been a mixture of purple, blue, green and yellow spots on Junsu’s back. Yoochun couldn’t imagine how much pain was inflicted on Junsu's body with every bruise. He couldn’t imagine the physical and mental pain Junsu had been going through for all these years.
He sighed while he rolled over to lie on his stomach. After a few more minutes of rolling and kicking in his bed, he gave up. Maybe it would help to listen to music in order to ease his mind. Or maybe… listening to Junsu’s voice would ease his mind?
Yoochun shook his head. No, he shouldn’t call Junsu. He had barely managed to get the boy’s phone number and Junsu had just started to trust him. He wasn’t going to throw the trust he had been working so hard for to gain away by calling his friend at 3 am. What was he, a stalker? No, it’d be better to text him… because receiving a text at 3 am wasn't stalkerish.
Hey, this is my number. ^_^ You have something to do tomorrow? Do you want to go to the fair with me? Yoochun.
~
Why was he so nervous? Junsu didn’t know but it was probably because he hadn’t gone out for a long time. Every time Changmin had suggested to do something together, it would have been something like swimming or sporting... and even simple things like going to the cinemas was prevented because of the mood swings of his father. In short, Junsu had always been scared to do something with his friends because it might have triggered a bad reaction from his father.
But... it seemed as if he wasn't afraid of his father anymore. It seemed as if spending time with Yoochun was worth the risk of getting beaten up by his father. Those beatings always had an unfounded reason and Junsu didn't seem to be able to avoid them, no matter how hard he tried.
Hanging out with Yoochun was a small step to freedom, a small step to rebel against his father's power, and it seemed to be worth it.
When Junsu finally arrived at the fair, he saw Yoochun at their meeting point. "I'm sorry! I hope you haven't been waiting for a long time?" he asked, panting slightly because he had hurried himself to make it on time. Junsu noticed how good his raven-haired friend looked which made him feel ashamed of his own outfit. It seemed kind of weird to see Yoochun without his school uniform on. He was wearing a navy jacket over his plain, grey T-shirt. Junsu couldn’t help but notice that the T-shirt was low-cut, revealing the collarbones of Yoochun. Even though his classmate was very simply clothed with his navy jacket, grey T-shirt, jeans and matching navy All-stars, Junsu regretted that he didn't spend more time on choosing his own outfit.
“Hi! No, not at all!” Yoochun smiled and it was probably the most angelic smile Junsu had ever seen. “Let’s have some fun, okay?
It was probably one of the best days of his life. No, it probably had been the best day of his life. It had been a long time since Junsu had felt this carefree, this happy and this safe.
It had been so much fun, Yoochun had won a huge plush of Mickey Mouse for Junsu and he was sure the plush was at least 1 meter. In return Junsu had been able to grab a dolphin plush for Yoochun and even though the plush was a lot smaller than the Mickey Mouse plush, Yoochun didn’t seem to mind at all. They had eaten cotton candy and they had drunk bubble tea. They had gone on the ferris wheel, on rollercoasters and even on the merry-go-round, and no matter how childish doing the latter seemed, Junsu had enjoyed himself so much.
Being with Yoochun had made him feel carefree. Being with Yoochun had scared all his fears away. Being with Yoochun had made him feel safe again.
~
"I really had a fun time today... thanks so much for everything," Junsu said, clutching the Mickey Mouse doll tighter. He didn't want this day to end but he didn't seem to be able to get a hold on the time. Time was slipping through his fingers, and the more he wanted it to slow down, the faster it ticked away.
"No, I should be thanking you. It's been a long time since I've had this much fun," Yoochun said. They were sitting on a bench. The bench was conveniently placed at the place where each of them would have to part ways. Neither one of the boys wanted to go their own way. Junsu didn't want to go home because he was scared that his father would have been home already, ready to burst out in anger. Yoochun didn't want to return home because his mother was there and Yoochun wanted to do everything to thwart her 'good' intentions.
"But... would it be good to go home for you? You can sleep at my place, if you want." Suddenly, Yoochun remembered Junsu's situation again. For a moment, he had forgotten. It had been so easy to forget... it had been so easy to forget the painful history of his friend.
"No, that's okay. If I go now, my father won't be home yet so he won't find out," Junsu smiled reassuringly. Actually, he was lying. His words could have been true if his father went to his work regularly but the problem was that his father didn't. Most of the time, he went to work but sometimes, he would cancel his work and spend his time drinking. He would drink outdoors but also indoors... and Junsu wasn't able to find a pattern in it, even though he had tried for two years. The only conclusion was that there wasn't a pattern.
Of course, it wasn't as if Junsu was a masochist. He wasn't declining Yoochun's help because he wanted to get hurt. He was declining it because he didn't want Yoochun to get hurt.
He was scared. He had let Yoochun come closer and closer. Yoochun's question just now had put him back to reality. Yoochun had come too close... He had come so close to Junsu... it was bound something bad was going to happen.
~
Junsu put his keys into the door, his heart thumping so loud in his chest as if it wanted to jump out, his trembling fingers opening the door. He didn't know what he would do if his father was home; how he would explain his absence or how he would explain the huge Mickey Mouse doll he was carrying with him. Gathering his courage, he opened the door.
When he finally entered his house, he didn't know how fast he had to get rid of his shoes and jacket. His eyes flew to the shoes, ignoring the slippers and his own shoes. His eyes searched for the shoes of his father... and relieved, he realized his father wasn't home. To be absolutely certain, he looked for the jacket of his father but he wasn't able to find the jacket either.
A sigh of relief escaped Junsu's lips. His father wasn't home yet.
A quick glance in the living room told him that nothing had changed much since this morning. Junsu noticed several bottles of soju on the table though he was able to distinguish other bottles of heavy alcohol as well. He sighed. He would clean those up later; right now, he should hide the plush he had been holding so his father wouldn't be able to make any remarks about it.
Junsu smiled sadly when he put the doll in his closet.
The doll represented this very day. He had felt like a little child again and he had fully enjoyed himself, something he hadn't been able to do in years. Yet, as the end of the day neared, he had no other choice but place his memories in a box and continue living his old life. He had no other choice but place the doll in the closet and continue living his old and familiar life.
Suddenly, his phone rang. His ringtone broke the silence of the room, piercing through Junsu's thoughts. A little bit startled by the loud sound, he grabbed his phone, though he smiled involuntary when he saw the name of the caller on the screen. "Hello?" he said.
The smile didn't last long. "Junsu..." the trembling voice of his brother didn't promise much good. "Let's meet up somewhere... I've got something to tell you."
~
Once Junsu got out of the taxi, he didn't know how fast he moved to enter the Starbucks building. He already saw his brother, waiting for him with his favorite frappuccino, while he himself was nipping from his coffee.
"What happened?" Junsu asked, eyeing his brother with concern. He couldn't help but notice how bad his brother looked. Junho's eyes were swollen and puffy, causing Junsu to frown in concern. He immediately understood that Junho had been crying for a long time. What could have been the cause of his tears? His brother had always been the strongest of the two and Junho preferred not showing any kind of weaknesses.
Of course, Junsu understood him better. He pulled his brother in a hug once he saw the pain on Junho's face. His own problems didn't matter anymore. Junho's problems didn't matter anymore. Their problems were gone the moment his body crushed his brother's, they were gone the moment the two became one again.
After a long moment of silence, Junsu pulled away. He could see the tears brimming in Junho's eyes which scared him even more. To see his strong brother break down like this... what on earth must have happened? "What's wrong?" he asked, a look of concern painting his face. He wasn't sure himself if he wanted to hear the story, scared about what had triggered this kind of reaction from his brother. As soon as Junho spoke, Junsu regretted asking.
But Junho's words were reality. The harsh reality Junsu needed to face.
"Mom has decided to move to America... She wants to leave everything behind. She wants to begin all over again. She says she can't bear living in Korea anymore..." Junho said, his eyes brimming with tears. "She wants to take you with her but we're pretty sure dad wouldn't allow this to happen... I-I don't want to leave you. I don't want to go with mom... but she doesn't want me to live with dad either."
His world was slipping out of his hands, falling and tumbling down to the ground. His body was paralyzed and he wasn't able to move his limbs to catch his world. When his world made contact with the floor, it scattered like small pieces of glass and no matter how hard Junsu tried, he wasn't able to glue the small pieces together again.
Tears started to form in Junsu's eyes. "No..." his voice broke, tears streaming down his face. "No, go with mom... I'm sure she wouldn't allow you to live with dad," he said, though it was him who wouldn't allow his brother to live with his father. No, he wouldn't put Junho through his living hell. "I... you... when will you leave?" He didn't seem to be able to find the right words, his tongue refusing to pronounce the correct tones.
"In less than a month... mom has arranged everything already."
Junsu started sobbing. His fingers clutched his chest, trying to hold his breaking heart together. Just when he thought the world couldn't become more cruel towards him, he was proven wrong.
~
"Where have you been?" the angry voice of his father was echoing through the room but it didn't bother Junsu. It was as if all his energy had flown out of him when he had heard the news about Junho an hour ago. Was it really just an hour ago? Junsu smiled bitterly. Only one simple decision had caused his whole world to collapse. Only one simple decision had caused him to be in so much pain. Only one simple decision...
"Do you know how late it is? Are you rebelling against me? Do you think this is funny? Say something, did you lose your voice?" with a few steps his father was next to him. The fist of his father made contact with the back of Junsu's head but it didn't seem to hurt at all. Junsu lost his balance, his body making contact with the floor.
"What's wrong with you? ANSWER ME." Junsu could feel the hand of his father grasping his hair, pulling it to force his body stand up again. Junsu could feel several strands of hair leaving their roots but it didn't seem to hurt. The blows that followed barely hurt. Had his father lost his strength? "ANSWER ME, YOU DOG."
A bitter smile appeared on Junsu's lips. "Is it fun? Is it fun to ruin my life like this?"
"What are you saying? Giving me a big mouth? I should have raised you stricter," the words were followed by more blows and kicks but they didn't seem to hurt at all. The physical pain couldn't overrule the mental pain. With a bitter smile on his lips, he endured the abuse of his father.
It didn't hurt at all.
He was sure he was broken beyond repair.