SWITCH / / yeonbin?

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gulping his saliva, his shaky hands twist the door knob and slowly opened it, making cracking sounds from the door. he sigh in relief as he saw no one in the living room. he slowly stepped his feet inside and the time he close the door, he heard a raspy male voice which made him shiver in his spine.

❝i don't care if where have you been but you're late again.❞ the man said between his hiccups, pointing the tall lad while holding a half-filled bottle of alcohol.

yeonjun quickly bowed down in front of the man. it was actually his father but yeonjun didn't want to address him that way, for some reasons. ❝s-sorry.❞ he bite his lip hardly as it will start to bleed sooner, already knew what will happen next.

❝a sorry will not bring your mother's life back!❞ the man yelled and threw the bottle of alcohol in the wall making the young lad flinch but didn't raise his head.

the man always blames yeonjun why his wife died. if the lad told them that he'll be staying in his friend's house, his mother would not be worried and looked for him. he just came home the next morning and the time he went in, his dad beat him up, blamed him why his mother got into a car accident and died.

if he just told them that he'll not come home for a night, then his mother would still be living with them right now.

after his mom's funeral, his dad became more alcoholic. sleep all day and drink all night. the money he used to buy alcohol was their savings from their bank account, which is why yeonjun started to work in a café for him to live and continue to study. his dad doesn't know about it since the lad knew if he told about it, his dad would force him to give his salaries to him just to buy alcohol.

❝you already know what will happen to hard headed children like you, right?❞

yeonjun groaned as he put some bandages on his bruises around his face and body. the old bruises weren't still healed and now he has new bruises again, making himself stress. he don't know how he could hide this anymore.

all he wanted was a beautiful life, not like these, being beaten up by his own father. what else can he do? his life is already like this, all he needs to do is be strong. but how long will he need to be strong? because to be honest, yeonjun is getting very tired.

he could just run away right? no. he doesn't have any places to live. sure, he has friends to live with but he doesn't want to be a burden and cause many problems for them. he still doesn't have any right amount of money to rent an apartment so he has no choice but to continue living in the house where he always got beaten up.

as he slammed his body against his bed, tears started to escape from his eyes and rolled down on his cheeks.

no one knew this, him getting beat up by his father, covering his bruises with make-up foundation and crying all night while hugging his pillow because the yeonjun they know is a jolly person who has no problems in life and just smiles.

his friends knew that he works at the café and the reason that they know is because yeonjun doesn't want to waste his time watching movies whenever he's home. it's just a waste of time and actually a waste of money, that's why he works to make his free time useful and also to earn money.

they don't know the real reason why. no one knows, even the owner of the café.

it's not that yeonjun has no guts to tell them, it's because he doesn't want people to worry and mostly pity about his conditions.

wiping his tears away, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted into his dreamland as his soft sobs turned into soft snores.

soobin yawned and slowly sat up from his bed, eyes half-closed. scratching his neck, he clearly doesn't know how he got into his bed. he clearly remembered he slept on the sofa last night while watching and eating chips. shrugging, maybe he just slept walk.

he slowly stood up and walked towards the bathroom as he stretched his arms and rubbed his nape. his felt his whole body ache and heavy.

opening the faucet of the lavatory, he drifted his eyes on the mirror while yawning but his jaw suddenly dropped and eyes got wider seeing his own reflection.

yeonjun slowly sat up from the couch as he rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. stretching his arms, he froze from his spot and realized that he slept on a couch. he clearly remembered that he slept in his bed last night.

roaming his eyes around his surroundings, seeing tv turned on, chips scattered on the floor and a blazer hanging on the glass table in front of him, it's an unfamiliar place for him, he doesn't know how he got in here and why he's here.

looking at himself, his jaw dropped, noticing that he's wearing a white long sleeve polo with three unbuttoned on his chest which was exposing his collarbone. he quickly stood up and ran towards the bathroom to check himself in the mirror, hoping there weren't mosquito bites on his neck.

but seeing his reflection made his eyes get wider.

❝WHAT THE HELL?!❞

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