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Suffering In Silence - Chapter 1

- 16 Sep 2020

- first chapter of a series (SIS)

- abused changbin x protective seungmin

- top seungmin x bottom changbin

- trigger!warning; violence, abuse, bullying

- creds to @monscastle for the edit 💕

At first glance Changbin looked like any normal high school student. Getting average grades, having a group of friends and being quite popular for his looks. He was always on time for class and laughed loudly if somebody made a joke. He sometimes might've forgotten his homework or stayed at home when he was 'sick', but nobody could notice that Changbin's reality was quite different than he made it seem.

Changbin wasn't usually 'sick', but often too weak to even stand up. After another night of his dad lashing out at him, Changbin had no strength to even physically move. He always hoped that when he saw his father turn around, that he was done with him, but his dad frequently changed his mind. He would turn back around, surprising Changbin with yet another attack.

Changbin could handle the kicks, hits and being dragged all over the place like a rag, the bruises and cuts he would gain from it being managable and easy to hide. However, his father had found a perfect torture method that he would love to use on his son. Cigarette burns. The old and new wounds, even some scars, littered Changbin's back and thighs at all times. The angry red marks would itch as they healed, something Changbin felt every single day.

The last night of peaceful sleep had been years ago, and the young boy had gotten used to his father's actions. He had understood very clearly that he had become a punching bag for his father. The reason why this all happened was unfair, but his father didn't seem to care about it. Changbin had been the reason for his mother's death, his father said, even though he was just a kid when the accident happened. He couldn't have done anything about it, but it was still the reason he was suffering to this day.

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As Changbin reached the pavement on the other side of the road, he noticed a soft thump behind him. He stopped walking, turning around to see where it had come from. His mother had fallen to the ground in the middle of the road, her body twitching violently. Changbin couldn't prevent what would happen next. The loud honk of a car as it had no chance in slowing down for the woman on the road, the sight of his mother being ran over, and the scream Changbin had let out as a reaction to it.

He had let out a blood curdling scream, gaining the attention of everybody around him. He ran to the mangled body of his mother, the car having stopped as soon as possible. The driver had stepped out, also in total shock of what happened. Changbin cried endless tears, not being able to process that his mom had been taken from him. The ambulance workers had to pull him from his spot, shielding his eyes before they could pick up his mother.

Ever since that moment, Changbin's father had blamed him for being so inattentive. He should've seen the seizure coming, he knew his mother had epilepsy. They shouldn't have crossed a busy road like that, why did his mother even have to bring him to school? Changbin could walk himself, and then this would've never happened. As his father kept blaming him, Changbin started blaming himself. Feeling guilty for every moment of the accident.

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Changbin let the cold water run down his body, leaning against the shower wall. He closed his eyes, feeling the cold liquid cool down and ease the painful marks on his back. He never liked to shower cold, but it helped with the burns. Plus, the hot water would only remind him more of the marks that his dad made so often. He sighed deeply, trying to find some energy to use for school. He had to hurry up if he wanted to be on time, so he turned off the water, stepping out to dry himself off.

He swung his bag over his shoulder, hissing softly as it hit a bruise. He took a deep breath, opening the door quietly and closing it behind him. He then quickly began walking to school, his face without emotions. Changbin never looked around as he walked, not caring about his surroundings. He had only one goal. Get to school and spend time there, stalling the moment he had to return home. School was a distraction, a safe place, but still not a place where he could be himself.

His friends were all just pretending to like him. They were there for his looks and his jokes, but if it came to real issues, they had no problem leaving Changbin struggling on his own. They were no strangers to calling him names or writing hurtful words on notes they would put in his locker. Luckily they never suspected anything might be wrong with Changbin. He hid his problems so well, that they had no reason to think something was off.

Eventhough school wasn't cheerful and happy, it was still a place where Changbin wanted to be as much as he could. He was safe there, it felt more like home than his actual one. Could he even call his house a home? A home is a place where you are safe, where nobody judges you and where you can vent your emotions. Home is a place where you get support and unconditional love, where you can be yourself. None of those things applied to Changbin's home.

Every day was a struggle of survival. Playing the right cards to get through the day, keeping his secrets to himself and pretending everything was normal. He always dreaded the moment he came home, as he knew sooner or later he would have to survive his father's abuse. If he could open his eyes the next morning and see the sunlight come in through the windows, he would always congratulate himself for having survived another day.

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Changbin sat down at his desk, grabbing his books from his bag. He placed them on his desk and as he was about to open them, his notebook got snatched out of his hands. There was this one guy in his class, that might not be really bullying him, but he always bothered Changbin. He had to write his notes or give the male the answers to a test, in exchange of the male not bothering him more than he already did.

Changbin had learned not to say anything of it, just letting the male take his notebook. His bully smirked and patted Changbin's shoulder. "Thanks piggy. These will come in handy." Changbin just smiled fakely, opening his text book and leaning back. He sighed and looked at his bully, who was happily flipping through Changbin's notes.

"Shouldn't you be taking your own notes?" Changbin furrowed his eyebrows, looking up as a taller male took the notebook from his bully's hands. He had seen the guy around, and he knew he was a year younger, but already smart enough to be in his class. The tall male put Changbin's notebook back on his desk. "Mind your own business." The bully huffed, but the male scoffed back. "Can't I mind this as well? I'd like you to fail your test, maybe you would learn to take your own notes then."

The bully just sat down at his own desk, the tall male walking back to his own place as well. Changbin just focused back on his notebook, opening it on the right page to start class. He then flinched as his bully had thrown his own notebook on Changbin's table. "You better copy your notes in my thing before the end of the day." Changbin just nodded in response, taking his pen to start the boring task.

The day went by too fast for Changbin's liking, and before he could let everything that went on at school sink in, he was already whimpering and groaning at the ends of a cigarette being burned into his skin. He struggled underneath his dad's steel grip, squeezing his eyes close as mark after mark was made. Soon after he was yanked off of the couch, his father's foot hitting his side, his stomach and his arms.

Changbin stumbled towards his bedroom after his father had passed out, the stench of alcohol still clearly in the air. He let himself fall on his bed, letting out a defeated sigh. He curled up, trying to fight against the sleepy feeling. Falling asleep felt dangerous to Changbin. The only ways he would wake up were either from a nightmare or from his dad pulling him out of his room. Changbin had to give in at some point, even though it left him feeling vulnerable. He was paranoid about sleeping, but his body always won the fight at the end of the day.

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The next day, Changbin stopped in his tracks as he entered the classroom. The tall male from yesterday was standing next to his desk, his gaze focused on the scribbles that were carved and written on the wood. Changbin gulped, approaching with caution. "Uhm.. what's wrong?" Changbin came closer, the scribbles being visible to him too now. He read the words that were now permanently on his desk.

He felt slight stings in his heart, recognizing the handwriting of some of his 'friends'. He looked at the taller male, trying to decipher what he might be thinking. Changbin felt embarassed as he kept looking, knowing some of the things written on the desk were not the truth. Which one of his friends even thought of doing anything like this? "You can sit at my desk."

Changbin blinked and was surprised by the taller male's reaction. "Huh? No, no it's fine honestly." Changbin said, glancing at the male's nametag. Kim Seungmin. Changbin took a deep breath and stepped closer. "I don't care about it, don't worry." "You know, you should report this." Seungmin turned to look at the smaller. Changbin just stared at Seungmin, watching him sit down at his desk. "Uhm.. that's- That's my seat."

Seungmin looked at Changbin and nodded lightly. "Yeah, your seat is over there." Seungmin pointed at his desk at the other side of the classroom. Changbin looked at it and shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something, but decided not to. He wasn't in the mood to get another bully or fake friend. He already had enough to care about, this one thing would be over by tomorrow. Changbin walked to Seungmin's desk, sitting down and grabbing his books from his bag.

That's how it started. From that moment on, Seungmin kept checking in on Changbin every day. Asking him if he had eaten, offering him a seat at lunch, speaking up against his bully to make him go away. Changbin declined Seungmin's offers and help at first, not wanting the taller to get involved in his problems. But as time passed, Changbin found that Seungmin had no bad intention. He was honestly helping Changbin, and Changbin started to open up slightly to him.

Even though Seungmin could be blunt and cold with his remarks, there was always a hint of something that made Changbin feel at ease. Seungmin began looking more like a friend in Changbin's eyes. Everytime Changbin had missed a day of school, he knew Seungmin would be the first to ask if he was okay when he came back. Seungmin rarely smiled, but when Changbin had returned from a few days of disappearing, Seungmin was happy to see Changbin's small figure enter the classroom again.

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Suffering In Silence - Chapter 3

- 4 Oct 2020

- third chapter of a series (SIS)

- abused changbin x protective seungmin

- top seungmin x bottom changbin

- creds to @monscastle​ for the edit

As Changbin sat down at his seat the next morning, Seungmin had already noticed how different the smaller male looked compared to the day before. Seungmin could clearly see the puffiness of Changbin's right eye, even though the make-up covered the discolouration pretty well. Changbin didn't dare to look around, just focusing on his books in front of him.

Seungmin sighed softly and turned to Jisung and Chan. "Do you guys see that? His right eye?" Jisung perked up, immediately looking over at Changbin. Jisung stared at the clearly sleep deprived male, trying to see what Seungmin was hinting at. Seungmin nudged Jisung. "Not like that, idiot! Do you want him to know we are looking at him?"

Jisung looked at Seungmin and shrugged. "How else am I supposed to see it?" Chan shook his head, taking small glances at Changbin to see what Seungmin meant. "Yeah I see it. He covered it pretty well but, you can't hide the puffiness." Jisung huffed and crossed his arms. "Where do you think he got it from?"

Seungmin shrugged, biting his lip slightly. "I don't know. He was oddly quiet when we walked to school. Not really answering any of my questions.." Chan looked at his books as he thought about what could've caused Changbin's puffy eye. "You think he could've gotten into a fight?" "Maybe, but with who? He went straight home as far as I know.." Seungmin sighed. "I'll try and ask him later.."

Seungmin looked back at Changbin, his head bobbing every few seconds, trying to stay awake with all his might. Seungmin felt worried for the smaller, having a puffy eye, being sleep deprived, staying quiet during conversations... Seungmin really wanted to know what was making Changbin like this. Changbin made it seem like nothing was going on, but all these hints made Seungmin doubt if that was really the case.

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Changbin sighed as he walked onto the sports field. He hated gym class, but he hated it even more now that he was tired and in pain. He ignored the happy cheers of his classmates, who were excited to run around on the field. The teacher had told them they were playing rugby today, and Changbin could already see himself totally failing to play along.

The teacher divided the class into teams, nudging Changbin as she saw him close his eyes. "Hey, stay awake. It's not nap time, mister." Changbin bowed slightly and apologized, taking a deep breath. He blinked rapidly, trying to gather all of his energy. He took his position in the field, groaning softly as the teacher blew the whistle loudly to start the game.

The others began running, Changbin staying behind a bit. He watched them run across the field, yelling at eachother. Changbin felt his right eye twitch, his vision going slightly blurry. He jogged to get closer, but their yells made no sense to him.The teacher shook her head. "Changbin get in there!"

Changbin sighed and went even closer to the others, trying to act as if he was playing along. He felt his head began to throb slightly, as the quick movements and loud yells weren't really helping his current state. He tried to reach out for the ball a few times, but was just pushed aside as the others kept playing.

Changbin eventually just stood still, the world around him spinning a bit. Seungmin had noticed it, but was too involved in the game to be able to go to him. He got the ball from a teammate, running off to try and make a goal. The teacher yelled at Changbin, but she got no response from him. She then encouraged the others to get him to play along.

Changbin just stood there, his vision blurry, the world around him spinning more and more. He heard the yells increase in volume, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he couldn't understand them. He then felt a big blow to the side of his head, stumbling sideways a bit. He groaned out in pain, as the rugby ball had hit the exact same spot that had hit the floor yesterday.

Changbin held his head, the yells growing even louder. Before he could open his eyes to look around, he was tackled, thrown on the ground by one of his classmates. Changbin felt a rush of pain go through his whole body, as the force of the tackle made him hit his back, the burn wounds making him scream out. His classmate looked at him in total shock, Changbin pushing him off out of instinct.

The others were all shocked at what happened, running to them in an attempt to help them. Changbin got up, groaning and cursing in pain. He got to his feet, the teacher trying to get him to stay, but Changbin had to get away. His eyes were starting to get teary, and he didn't want anybody to find out in how much pain he really was.

Changbin pushed everybody away from him, stumbling towards the dressing rooms. The teacher watched him storm off, sighing a bit. "Can anybody go after him?" Seungmin quickly raised his hand. "I'll go after him!" The teacher nodded and let Seungmin go, gathering the others to continue the game. Seungmin ran after Changbin, hoping he could prevent him from locking himself into a bathroom stall.

Seungmin walked into the dressing room, seeing Changbin on the floor, curled up against the wall. He could hear him crying softly, his heart breaking at the sight. "Changbin?" Changbin stopped and looked up, quickly looking away as he saw who it was. He wiped away his tears, hiding his face in his knees. "Go away."

"Can I get you anything? Water? An ice pack?" Seungmin walked closer, kneeling down next to him. Changbin just stayed quiet, trying his best to hold in his tears in front of the taller male. Seungmin sighed and placed a hand on Changbin's shoulder, but Changbin pushed it off. "I don't need your help. Go away."

Seungmin sighed and looked down. "I'm just trying to make sure you're alright. You looked bad from the moment we walked to school together.." Seungmin took a deep breath. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" "No, cause it's none of your business. Just go back to class already." Changbin wiped away some more tears, but cursed softly as he looked at his hand.

"Shit.." Seungmin tilted his head. "What? Hey, look at me for a second.." Changbin shook his head. "No, fuck off." "Changbin please.. look at me. I've noticed your puffy eye already, you don't have to hide it from me.." Changbin sniffled and cursed internally. He then gave in, turning his head. His shiner was now clearly visible, as the make-up had been wiped off.

Seungmin gasped softly as he saw it, immediately reaching out to touch it slightly. Changbin hissed and pushed Seungmin's hand away. "Oh.. sorry..." Changbin huffed and looked down. "Whatever.." "You know, the others might think you got it from the ball.. I don't have any make-up to cover it up again.."

Changbin glanced at Seungmin. "You think they'll believe that?" "I think so.." Seungmin sighed and looked down. "I uhm.. I won't ask but.. you gotta take care of it when you come home." Changbin chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah I'll try.." "No I'm serious. It can get worse if you don't-" "I said I'll try! Geez.." Changbin looked away.

Seungmin nodded and offered Changbin a hand. "Shall we go back? I'm sure the teacher won't let you play anymore. Or do you want to go home?" Changbin shook his head. "No no, I can't go home." "Alright.." Seungmin smiled softly. Changbin look at him for a moment before taking his hand.

They got up, slowly making their way back to the field. Changbin didn't speak as they walked. Seungmin looked at the smaller, still worried about him. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me. I'm here for you, okay?" Changbin shrugged, leaving Seungmin a bit disappointed.

"I won't judge you for anything, I swear. You can tell me everything." "I'll decide when I need to speak to you." Changbin said coldly, but deep inside he felt grateful that he could rely on Seungmin. He was relieved a bit, as if he knew he could trust him now. From that moment on, his motto became 'Seungmin will wait for me at the stop sign'.

And Seungmin did. After two more long periods of Changbin not appearing at school, Seungmin made sure to wait for the smaller male every morning. He got more and more curious to what was happening, but he didn't want to push Changbin into spilling his secret. The truth would come out eventually, right?

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A month or so went by, and Changbin trusted Seungmin more and more. Winter came sooner than people had suspected, and the city was soon covered with a thick layer of snow. Changbin lacked the proper clothes to protect him from the cold, and he had lied to Seungmin about being able to handle the cold air.

Seungmin had acted to believe Changbin, but when he saw Changbin walking towards the stop sign with purple coloured lips one morning, he rolled his eyes. He took off his jacket, placing it over the smaller male's shoulders. "Please, stop lying already." Changbin just looked at Seungmin with an apologetic face.

Seungmin smiled softly and they walked to school together. Seungmin looked at the snowflakes that drifted down. "If it keeps snowing like this, we'll be snowed in." Changbin bit his lip, nuzzling deeper into Seungmin's jacket. He had never really paid any attention to the scent of the taller, but now as the jacket was around his shoulder, he could focus on it.

"We'll be fine. We can't get snowed in. They'll keep the roads and doors free." Changbin said, hoping it would be true. He didn't want to be snowed in, he would be trapped at school with nosy people, and he wasn't ready to be talking to them for hours. Would his father blame him for staying away from him, even if it was the weather that made it impossible?

"Changbin?" "Hm, what?" "I asked you, would you rather have a snowstorm or a heatwave?" Changbin looked at Seungmin, confused by this sudden question. "Huh? What do you mean?" Seungmin shrugged, smiling slightly. "You know, just.. I was curious. A would you rather question is always fun." Seungmin looked at Changbin, seeing him snuggled in the jacket. He smiled, happy that the smaller didn't reject this small way of showing that he cared.

"Well, I guess.. heatwave? Heatwave still means school but snowstorm might mean stuck at home." Changbin said, not really thinking about how that sounded. Seungmin tilted his head, wondering why Changbin had chosen those two reasons. "So.. you like being at school? Is there something at home that you don't like?" Changbin gasped and then quickly shook his head.

"No no, honestly, I don't care. I like being at school.. you know.. I don't mind studying." Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, not fully trusting the sudden change in Changbin's words. "Right.." Seungmin stopped as they reached the school gates. "Well... let's go study then. If you like it so much.." Changbin just nodded and quickly walked to the entrance, hoping Seungmin would forget about this in an hour or so.

As they sat down in class, every student was chatting about the snow. There were rumours going around about a snowstorm later that day, and everybody was wondering if they would get send home early. Changbin sighed, hoping the snowstorm would be fake, as he really didn't want to go home again. Because if he did, and they got snowed in, he would be stuck at home with his father. He shivered and tried to focus on his books, hoping for the best.

After their first break, the teacher walked into the classroom, clearly a bit worried. He silenced the students, clearing his throat. "The city is warning us about the upcoming snowstorm and uh.. it looks like we have to let you go earlier. They expect the storm to be so heavy in an hour that it is dangerous to go outside." The students errupted in excited and anxious chatter, wondering what would happen.

Changbin sighed deeply, a horrible feeling going through his body. He didn't want this. He had hoped so deeply that this wouldn't happen. The teacher ushered everyone to silence before explaining the action plan. They would call their parents, seeing if they could be picked up or had to walk home. As Seungmin took out his phone, he glanced over at Changbin.

He noticed the smaller not undertaking any action, remembering what he had said earlier that day. 'Stuck at home'. Seungmin took a deep breath, calling his mom to see if she was home. As he called, he kept watching Changbin, wondering if he should offer the male to go home with him. He smiled as his mom told him that he could bring a classmate home, if they were unable to go home by themselves.

Seungmin stood up, shoving his phone back in his pocket as he walked to Changbin. "Hey uh.." Seungmin took a deep breath, Changbin looking up at him. "Can you go home?" Seungmin asked carefully, already knowing the answer, but acting like he didn't know what Changbin was feeling. Changbin sighed and nodded. "Yeah, we can walk home like normal, I'll resume my way home alone."

"Well, if you change your mind, you can go home with me." Seungmin smiled gently, Changbin smiling back at him. "Thanks. But it probably won't be needed." "The offer still stands." Seungmin chuckled. He took a deep breath, seeing some students leave as their parents had come to get them. Seungmin look outside the window, seeing how heavy the snowfall was, the wind being so strong that the snowflakes were falling almost diagonal.

The teacher checked on everybody to see if they were going home, Seungmin telling him that Changbin and he would walk together as Changbin's parents couldn't come and get him. Changbin stayed quiet, his mind racing 100 miles an hour as he didn't want to go home, scared for whatever his father would do to him. Seungmin placed a hand on Changbin's shoulder. "Let's go. We want to be home before the storm hits."

As they walked, Seungmin found it hard to see Changbin shiver from the cold. But taking off his own jacket in this weather... Seungmin sighed and looked at Changbin. "Come here." Seungmin wrapped an arm around Changbin's shoulder, holding him close as they walked. Changbin tensed up slightly, but let Seungmin hold him. He was cold and scared, so he didn't have the energy to tell Seungmin off.

They stopped walking as they reached the crossing where they usually parted ways. They stared at a tree, which had fallen down right onto the street Changbin had to go in, and they could hear some sirens further down the way. Changbin gulped, knowing he could take a different route, but something felt off. As if he shouldn't go home. Seungmin took a deep breath and looked at the smaller, who was leaning against him.

"Let's go to my place, okay? Maybe when they clear the street I can walk you home.." Seungmin said softly, not knowing how Changbin would react. Changbin felt the anxiety rush through his body, shivering even more. He glanced at Seungmin, but he knew he didn't have another choice. Changbin nodded ever so slightly, already regretting his decision the moment they started walking again.

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Suffering In Silence - Chapter 2

- 19 Sep 2020

- second chapter of a series (SIS)

- abused changbin x protective seungmin

- top seungmin x bottom changbin

- trigger!warning; violence, abuse

- creds to @monscastle for the edit

A few days passed and Changbin hadn't come to school like normal. His absence had definitely caught the attention of Seungmin, to the point he had even asked his friends if they had seen something suspicious. But Chan and Jisung hadn't seen something that was abnormal. "I think he had some kind of limp, maybe he sprained his ankle while running?" Jisung shrugged, looking at Chan to see if he knew something. Chan tilted his head. "A limp? I didn't see that.. I did see him rub his neck and back a few times, but when I asked him about it he just said he had slept in the wrong position." Seungmin sighed internally, getting worried about the smaller male. Seungmin didn't show his worry, however. His face staying just as emotionless as it normally was, and he nodded at his friends. "Could be he just caught a cold and he's throwing up like crazy." Jisung chuckled softly. "Ah, it's been a while since I had that." Chan looked at Jisung. "It sounds as if you like throwing up.." "No! I don't! I just- nevermind-" The boys turned their heads back to the books on their desks as the teacher walked inside. The teacher got their stuff ready, but Seungmin lifted his head slightly as he heard running footsteps in the hallway. Seconds later the bell rang, and at that moment the classroom door opened, revealing Changbin in a hurried mood. "I'm sorry I'm late!" The teacher looked up, frowning slightly at Changbin's sudden entrance. Changbin bowed multiple times, quickly walking to his seat and sitting down. The teacher took a deep breath and began the class. Changbin quietly got his books out, but he already felt people staring at him. He glanced around slightly, hoping the make-up he had used to cover up some marks didn't fade away because of his sweat. |××××××××××|××××××××××|

At their first break, Changbin sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair. He listened to the other students leaving the classroom, closing his eyes as he covered his face with his hands. He took a few deep breaths, trying to push away the pain in his lower back and thighs. He bit his lip, letting his hands down again and opening his eyes. "WHAT the hell-" Changbin jumped as Seungmin was standing right beside his desk. Changbin looked at the taller with disbelief. "You could've given me a warning." Changbin huffed and looked back at his desk. Seungmin just decided to say nothing and grab a chair, sitting down next to Changbin. "How have you been? Were you sick again?" "Yeah, yeah I was. Nausea, dizziness.. just the normal cold with some stomach flu." Changbin reacted plainly, making Seungmin doubt the truth of his words. Seungmin nodded and took a deep breath. "So uhm, you missed some stuff. We need to do a project for Engli-" "A project?!" Changbin looked at Seungmin with big eyes. Seungmin looked at him, not understanding his shock. "Yeah, a project. Don't worry, I said we would work together and did most of the stuff already." Seungmin gave Changbin a soft smile, something Changbin hadn't seen before. He just nodded and smiled back slightly. "Alright.. thanks I guess." Seungmin took a deep breath, not really good at handling a simpe thanks. "Yeah so, uhm, it's about what we think technology or families will be like in the next 10 years. We have to present it, either with a collage or poster, or presentation.. whatever we feel like." Changbin nodded as he listened, wondering why Seungmin would do all that hard work and still give him the credit as well. "And what did you.. uh, we choose? Technology or families?" Changbin bit his lip, Seungmin looking at him. "Families. I.. we thought it was an easier subject so.." Changbin chuckled fakely, shaking his head. "Yeah, easier huh.." Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Is there something wrong with families?" "No not at all. It's just such a.. stereotypical concept." Changbin shrugged it off. Seungmin just let is slide and nodded. "I'll give you the text and if you study it and make sure you can present it without a cheat sheet, that would be great." Changbin sighed and ruffled through his hair. "I'll try that." Changbin stretched a bit and hissed very softly as he felt the pain in his lower back again. Seungmin noticed it and tilted his head. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yeah I'm fine, don't worry. I slept on the couch for a while because I was sick so, it gave me some aches." Changbin smiled fakely, hearing the bell ring again. "Right, time for class. Bye for now." Seungmin wanted to say something, but just stood up and put the chair back. He walked back to his desk as the other students filled the classroom again. |××××××××××|××××××××××| Changbin sighed as he walked towards the school gates, hating that he had to go home already. He wished he could stay longer at school, but there was nothing to do for him anymore today. He put one hand in his pocket, just looking forward with a dreadful gaze. "Changbin!" Changbin slowed down slightly as he heard his name, turning his head to see who had called out to him. Seungmin jogged slightly to catch up with the smaller male, smiling gently at him. "Want me to walk you home?" Seungmin looked at Changbin, who instantly shook his head and waved his hand in dismissal. "No I'm fine. I can walk by myself. I don't live far." Changbin smiled fakely, hoping to reject Seungmin nicely. Seungmin kept walking next to him, tilting his head. "You sure? Where do you live?" Seungmin asked, curious if Changbin actually did live close or not. As they stepped out onto the street, Changbin pointed at neighbourhood to the left. "Just a few streets down from here. I swear, I'm fine on my own." Changbin said, hoping to make it clear that he didn't want anybody following him. He wasn't prepared to have Seungmin know where he lived. What if he came to his house uninvited and found out that.. No. Changbin could not have anybody snooping around. Seungmin smiled as the smaller pointed in the direction he had hoped it would be. "We live in the same neighbourhood. It's not an extra effort if we walk together then, we have to go into the same direction anyway." Changbin sighed and shook his head. "I told you, I don't need to have someone walk me home. I'm fine on my own." Changbin sped up a bit, hoping to lose the taller male. Seungmin frowned and sped up as well, finding Changbin's continuous rejectments a bit suspicious. "Changbin, honestly, it's not a big deal." "Don't follow me!" Changbin burst out, stopping his movements and turning to Seungmin. "I said no! Why won't you listen?" Seungmin looked at Changbin, taken aback by his sudden outburst.  "But.. We need to go the same way. I can't help but walk in this direction." Changbin felt his heartrate go up as he got nervous, trying to think of a solution. "Just.. ugh-" Changbin grunted and started walking again, annoyed by how anxious he felt. Seungmin sighed and walked after Changbin again. They were silent for a while, until they reached a crossing. Seungmin looked at Changbin, who was about to turn left. "Hey.. uh.. I need to go right here." Changbin just nodded, not slowing down his pace. "Uhm.. see you tomorrow? We can meet here at the stop sign to walk to school together..?" Seungmin just watched Changbin walk off, sighing deeply. To Seungmin, this was a loss. He wanted to know where Changbin lived, but the smaller made it obvious that he didn't want Seungmin to know something personal. Seungmin nodded and turned right, walking to his own home. He hoped he would see Changbin at the stop sign, but he had a feeling it wouldn't happen. Changbin walked home, but before he got close he checked to see if Seungmin hadn't followed him for real. He stopped and took the time to look around, trying to look into corners or hiding spots. When he was sure he was all alone, he ran the last few meters, just to get any chance of being followed out of the way. When he closed the front door behind him, reality suddenly sunk in. He gulped as he heard footsteps behind him. "What took you so long?" |××××××××××|××××××××××| The next morning, Seungmin was waiting by the stop sign, just like he had said. He sighed as it was getting late, and if Changbin didn't show up soon, Seungmin would have to walk to school alone. He wondered if Changbin had already gone to school and he was just waiting here for nothing. Seungmin bit his lip, deciding to wait for a few more minutes. "Really? You actually waited here for me?" Seungmin looked up and smiled as he saw Changbin walking towards him. "Yeah I did. We have to hurry up though, we don't want to be late." Changbin scoffed and just made his way towards the school, Seungmin quickly following after him. Seungmin was happy that they could walk to school together, but Changbin's expression made it clear that he was not in the mood. "Changbin? I have a question.." Seungmin spoke softly, wondering if this was the right timing. Changbin didn't turn his head or react in any way, making Seungmin doubt his words. "Uhm.. did you hear me?" Seungmin asked, somehow getting shy. Changbin sighed and nodded. "Yeah I did. What is it?" Seungmin looked down at his feet. "When is your birthday?" Seungmin was still looking down, not realizing Changbin had stopped in his tracks. Seungmin moved his head to look at Changbin, only to stop walking as well and turn around as he had walked past him. "What?" Changbin looked at Seungmin in horror, as if the taller was  a monster that was going to eat him. "Your birthday.. when is it?" Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding Changbin's shocked expression. It stayed silent between them, Changbin looking away from Seungmin and continuing to walk. Seungmin tilted his head, wondering why he didn't get an answer. Did he say it wrong? It was just a simple question, right? "Hey, Changbin." Seungmin jogged a bit to try and catch up with him again, but Changbin only seemed to quicken his pace. "Changbin! Just answer the question already! It's not that hard, is it?" Seungmin tried to reach out to grab something of Changbin, but right at that moment the smaller started to run. Changbin was clearly avoiding the topic, running away as if Seungmin wanted to hurt him. Seungmin groaned and stopped jogging, too out of breath to try and run after Changbin. He sighed and watched the smaller male run off into the distance. "Can I not ask for a birthday?" Seungmin asked himself softly, shaking his head. So many things about Changbin's behaviour was suspicious, but Seungmin couldn't think of anything that would cause him to be like this. He just kept walking, hoping he wouldn't be late to class now. |××××××××××|××××××××××| At lunch, Seungmin had expected Changbin to sit on his own in a corner, but to his surprise, Changbin had joined him at the table. Seungmin's friends looked at Changbin with curious eyes, but they were all too shy to say anything. It took a while before somebody had build up the courage to say anything. "So uhm, Changbin was it, right? Are you uh, coming to watch Seungmin's baseball practice this saturday?" Chan asked with a shy smile, quickly stuffing some bread in his mouth to keep him from saying anything stupid. Changbin looked at the other male, a bit unsure about what he should answer. "I'll.. I'll need to ask my dad.." Changbin smiled slightly as he thought of it, getting to look at how the taller played a sport. Seungmin was caught off guard by this sudden smile, his face showing the slightest flustered expression. Chan smirked as he saw this, nudging Seungmin. "Hey, somebody is happy to hear that." Seungmin gasped and looked at Chan. "Stop- It's just... It's nice to have someone come look at my practice, although you guys are usually way too loud." Changbin looked at Seungmin and bit his lip. "I hope my dad agrees. I've never seen you play.. it would be nice." Changbin looked back at his food, now suddenly regretting what he got into his head. His father would never let him go.. Changbin just ate his food in silence. Seungmin however was feeling butterflies in his stomach, eating his food with a smile. When Changbin came home that day, he gulped and took a deep breath, preparing for whatever was to happen. He put his schoolbag down, walking futher into the livingroom. His dad was watching tv, but turned it off as he saw Changbin walk in. "That took you long enough. I'm waiting for dinner, so hurry up." Changbin cleared his throat and nodded, but he didn't move from his spot. "Dad.. uhm. Can I go watch a baseball practice of my friend on saturday?" Changbin felt the nerves creep through his body, and they grew even more as his father got up and walked to him. Changbin closed his eyes, already preparing for some form of impact. The sudden fierce sting of his left cheek told Changbin everything he needed to know. He whimpered as his father grabbed his collar. "You ain't going nowhere, you imbecile." Changbin was dragged over to the couch, thrown on it with a hard push of his father. Changbin tried to turn around, but was grabbed by the collar once more. His father threw him on the ground, Changbin's head hitting the floor quite harshly. Changbin groaned and touched the now sore spot with his hand, his father chuckling darkly. "Already in pain?" Soon enough Changbin's father had kicked and hit his son until he was crying out in pain. Changbin trembled as he lay on the floor, feeling new bruises form on top of older bruises. He could feel the sting in his right eye, as his dad had given him a shiner. Changbin's father looked at him, shaking his head. "You're so weak. No wonder you killed your own mother." Changbin's father walked off to grab his next chosen method of 'teaching his son how to behave'. Changbin didn't even move, knowing he couldn't escape his fate anyway. "Maybe you haven't learned the answer to your questions yet. I guess I'll have to teach you it in a specific way. A way you won't ever forget it." Changbin heard his father coming back again, the sound of a lighter telling him what was going to happen next. His father pinned him down on the floor, his iron grip pushing the boy down against the hard surface. Changbin whimpered and tears started to glide down his cheeks. "Please no.." "No. That is exactly what I'm trying to teach you." Changbin's father rolled up Changbin's shirt, exposing the boy's marked back. Changbin coughed as his father blew out the cigarette smoke right into his face. "Let me spell it for you.." Changbin's father took the cigarette, placing it on Changbin's back. "N.." Changbin screamed out in pain as he felt the cigarette being dragged across his skin to form a letter. "O.." He cried out once more, the burning sensation getting rid of every bit of energy Changbin had left. "No. A big fat NO. You understand that?!" Changbin just nodded, only able to feel pain and misery. His father got off of him, finishing the cigarette like it had never been a torture method. He smirked at the sight of the young boy lying in the ground, the fresh red marks in the shape of the letters making him smile evilly. "It's on you forever now. The answer is always no." Changbin's father nodded and sighed deeply. "Damn, now I lost my cook.." Changbin just kept lying on the floor, whimpering in pain. He heard his father leave the house, locking the front door. He knew that his father would go drinking, something he would do if 'normal dinner' wasn't provided. Changbin had no energy left to get up, eventually giving into his exhaustion. He fell asleep on the floor, but even then he couldn't rest. He was tortured by nightmares, the fear of being woken up by his drunk father deeply integrated into his very soul.

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