A Key To Mend A Scared Heart. Chpt. 11 !
Chapter Eleven.
Nightmare Come True
It was early the next morning and all was still asleep except Kibum, who was up early just like every day to get dressed, make coffee, put on his cleansing mask and wake his parents for work. After finishing most of his morning chores, the boy jogged down the stairs with the green gew masking his face and his hair put up in a small bun at the top of his head. He had completely forgotten Jonghyun was sleeping on his couch, so when he crossed the living room to get his breakfast, he nearly jumped out of his skin from the sight of Jonghyun sitting with a lifeless look on his face, just staring at the floor as if he'd seen a ghost. "Morning." Kibum said casually as he fixed himself come cereal and started to eat carefully without getting any of the milk around his lips.
Getting up from the sofa, Jonghyun walked slowly over to the kitchen with both of his shoulders slouched and no expression on his face. Suddenly, he reached out and gripped onto Kibums wrist. "You can't do this to me." He stated as his eye lids tiredly lifted so he was able to see his now ex boyfriend standing in front of him. Despite the green mask over his face, Jonghyun was only staring into those cat like eyes. Narrowed. Dark pearls that stared back at him. "I will be in more pain without you, then I will be if I'm with you and getting beaten every day because of it." The boy sadly said with a crackle in his throat to prove the late night crying. Kibum started to struggle under his grip and tugged his wrist out of the older's hold, then turned back around so he could put his dishes in the sink.
Without warning, Jonghyun took a firm grip back onto the boys wrist and turned him around with anger now piling in his chest. How could he be thrown away so easily ? Jonghyun wasn't taking no for an answer. Both hands pressed onto the masked face and formed perfectly around Kibums cheeks as their lips pressed together forcefully. Kibum fumbled backwards, almost falling weak into the kiss but he knew he had to be stronger. He knew he couldn't give into it -- and began squirming under Jonghyun's hold.
"Stop!" Kibum yelled and pushed the older male back with his elbow. "Jonghyun! You're not considering how I feel!" He said as he clenched both fists at his sides. "You're not thinking about how much it hurts me seeing you injured! You're only thinking about how you'd feel if we've broken up. What about me?!" He asked as he reached out to push his hyungs chest once again. "Don't I get a say in this relationship!? I'm not going to continue dating you so you can be your fathers punch bag and I end up losing you completely! YOU'RE NOT CONSIDERING MY FEELINGS!" He now yelled out in pure anger before pushing past him and walking out of the kitchen.
Jonghyun just stood helpless in the middle of the room, with his hands drenched in the gunk that was masked all over his lovers face. Before Kibum left completely, he stopped and looked back at him. "Not to mention, you're ruining my mask. God, you're really self centered." After stating the final words , the boy ran up to the bathroom; slamming the door.
Now full of irritation and pain, Jonghyun grabbed his uniform clothes that were up hanging to dry, and walked over to the apartment door so he could slip on his shoes. He then yelled up the stairs for Kibum to hear. "You're just like him!" He said loudly as he turned the knob and swung open the door. "You should be his damn son!" With that being said, Jonghyun ran down the steps and made his way out the apartment and into the cold, leaving Kibum upstairs to run into his mother's room with swollen eyes and tears stuck to his cheeks. "Umma...." He said sadly as he curled up in her arms.
Nightmare Come True
It was early the next morning and all was still asleep except Kibum, who was up early just like every day to get dressed, make coffee, put on his cleansing mask and wake his parents for work. After finishing most of his morning chores, the boy jogged down the stairs with the green gew masking his face and his hair put up in a small bun at the top of his head. He had completely forgotten Jonghyun was sleeping on his couch, so when he crossed the living room to get his breakfast, he nearly jumped out of his skin from the sight of Jonghyun sitting with a lifeless look on his face, just staring at the floor as if he'd seen a ghost. "Morning." Kibum said casually as he fixed himself come cereal and started to eat carefully without getting any of the milk around his lips.
Getting up from the sofa, Jonghyun walked slowly over to the kitchen with both of his shoulders slouched and no expression on his face. Suddenly, he reached out and gripped onto Kibums wrist. "You can't do this to me." He stated as his eye lids tiredly lifted so he was able to see his now ex boyfriend standing in front of him. Despite the green mask over his face, Jonghyun was only staring into those cat like eyes. Narrowed. Dark pearls that stared back at him. "I will be in more pain without you, then I will be if I'm with you and getting beaten every day because of it." The boy sadly said with a crackle in his throat to prove the late night crying. Kibum started to struggle under his grip and tugged his wrist out of the older's hold, then turned back around so he could put his dishes in the sink.
Without warning, Jonghyun took a firm grip back onto the boys wrist and turned him around with anger now piling in his chest. How could he be thrown away so easily ? Jonghyun wasn't taking no for an answer. Both hands pressed onto the masked face and formed perfectly around Kibums cheeks as their lips pressed together forcefully. Kibum fumbled backwards, almost falling weak into the kiss but he knew he had to be stronger. He knew he couldn't give into it -- and began squirming under Jonghyun's hold.
"Stop!" Kibum yelled and pushed the older male back with his elbow. "Jonghyun! You're not considering how I feel!" He said as he clenched both fists at his sides. "You're not thinking about how much it hurts me seeing you injured! You're only thinking about how you'd feel if we've broken up. What about me?!" He asked as he reached out to push his hyungs chest once again. "Don't I get a say in this relationship!? I'm not going to continue dating you so you can be your fathers punch bag and I end up losing you completely! YOU'RE NOT CONSIDERING MY FEELINGS!" He now yelled out in pure anger before pushing past him and walking out of the kitchen.
Jonghyun just stood helpless in the middle of the room, with his hands drenched in the gunk that was masked all over his lovers face. Before Kibum left completely, he stopped and looked back at him. "Not to mention, you're ruining my mask. God, you're really self centered." After stating the final words , the boy ran up to the bathroom; slamming the door.
Now full of irritation and pain, Jonghyun grabbed his uniform clothes that were up hanging to dry, and walked over to the apartment door so he could slip on his shoes. He then yelled up the stairs for Kibum to hear. "You're just like him!" He said loudly as he turned the knob and swung open the door. "You should be his damn son!" With that being said, Jonghyun ran down the steps and made his way out the apartment and into the cold, leaving Kibum upstairs to run into his mother's room with swollen eyes and tears stuck to his cheeks. "Umma...." He said sadly as he curled up in her arms.