Bruised Chapter 2
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
Junsu had tried to hide his secret from his best friend for the past two years. He had tried to behave normally in order for Changmin not to get suspicious. While his father would punch him, kick him and release his anger on him, Junsu would always try to cover his face. And when it was over, the little boy always hoped his face wouldn’t be severely injured or else he would cover it up with the embarrassing weapon called make-up.
Nobody had ever noticed anything at all. Even though Junsu had become quiet and introvert, his classmates just thought it was because of the divorce of his parents. Back then, everyone was scared to ask further, afraid they would hit a painful spot. Now, everyone was used to Junsu's silence. Even Changmin, the smart boy who knew him the best, hadn’t seen through the mask his friend had been wearing for the past two years.
And that was exactly the way Junsu liked it.
How would his friends react when they found out the truth? When they found out he had almost been beaten to death so many times by his own father? Junsu could imagine their faces filled with disgust. Disgust for his father. What would his family do when they discovered how Junsu had been treated by his father? They would take him away, yes, so why didn’t he tell them?
Things were more complicated than that.
~
“So, you’re Kim Junsu, right?” Junsu turned his head in surprise. It’s been two weeks since Yoochun had been forced to sit next to him and they hadn’t spoken a word to each other at all. Junsu had to admit he was a little bit scared for the tall boy from the United States who liked to throw English phrases randomly through his sentences. Yoochun was a silent boy who didn’t seem to be afraid for anyone.
“Y-yes.” Junsu said, looking a bit perplexed that Yoochun tried to start a conversation. He remembered the day Yunho, the leader of the popular boys in the class, had tried to start talking to Yoochun. He had probably tried to befriend him so he could join his brainless gang of popular guys. Yoochun was much loved by tons of girls in the class for his good looks and English accent. But the boy from America soon became bored by the conversation and said: “You know, if you’re not planning on saying something funny soon then please stop bothering me.”
Even though Yoochun had said it in a courteous manner, Yunho had looked perplexed. Nobody had dared to reject the Jung Yunho ever. Nobody.
“If you’re looking for another brainless admirer, I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Yoochun said, looking Yunho fearlessly in the eyes. Junsu couldn’t suppress his gasp when he heard those words leaving his classmate’s mouth.
That was the end of the first conversation between the two boys. Yoochun had lost a lot of secret admirers because they were afraid their interest in him would be discovered by Yunho. Yunho was one of the most influential guys in the class, followed by Jaejoong who was his right hand. But Yoochun had gained a lot of other admirers as well because his classmates had seen how he had treated the Jung Yunho and they admired his forwardness.
“So… you understand this?” Yoochun asked, pointing at a mathematical problem. Junsu was a little bit dumfounded by the simplicity of their conversation.
“Err… yes, I do,” he answered, dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected a conversation started by Park Yoochun to contain this kind of simplicity. After all, he rejected Yunho’s friendly conversation because he thought it was too boring.
Junsu hesitated. Maybe he should say something funny now that Yoochun was showing interest in befriending him? But his mind couldn't think of anything and after explaining the mathematical problem to Yoochun, both guys continued to work in silence.
~
“You know, I was amazed to see that Yoochun was talking to you,” Changmin said, grabbing his chopsticks to eat his lunch.
“Yeah… me too,” Junsu said. “I’m still mad because the teacher placed you somewhere else in the class on our first school day… because if I had to be honest, that Yoochun guy is kind of scary. This is the first time he has spoken to me in two weeks…”
“Well, I have to maintain my image as class president and smartest of the class,” Changmin joked. “I can’t do that when I’m sitting next to you.”
Junsu rolled with his eyes. What image? “Right. How could I ever forget about your image? Please, forgive me.”
“I can’t believe that new guy had the guts to speak so cocky against Yunho…” Changmin mused, gazing absentmindedly at the table where all the popular guys were seated. They were busily whispering things to each other.
“It doesn’t seem like they’re up to any good…” Junsu muttered, looking at the guys.
~
The next day, Junsu was preparing to go to school. The bruises from the last time he got beaten up by his father had faded away. He was relieved to see he didn’t have to apply any make-up anymore but it also worried him; he had discovered a pattern into his father’s beatings and he knew that when his old bruises had faded, new ones would appear soon.
While preparing his breakfast, the sound of keys unlocking the door sounded through the house. Junsu stiffened. Then realization hit him: his father hadn’t returned home yesterday night. This could mean only two things. The first thing was that his father had pulled an all-nighter at work and that he had come home to change clothes before going back to work again. The second possibility was that his father had been drinking alcohol all night long.
Junsu didn’t know which option he preferred. He only knew that when his father hadn’t come home all night long it was a bad sign.
He didn’t have any time to think. Frozen, he heard the door open, followed by the familiar, heavy footsteps of his father. Junsu knew he was screwed; the kitchen was right next to the hallway and there were no escape routes. Stupid house. His brain didn’t allow his body to move. Of course, his useless body would always give up on him when he needed it the most.
“D-dad, you’re home?” the words left his mouth, his voice drenched with fear.
“What is with your voice?” the door to the kitchen opened, the tired appearance of his father standing in the door frame. “I haven’t noticed it until now but isn’t it normal to have gone through a puberty voice change already? Why is it so damn girly and whiny?”
Junsu knew it was coming. He had known it the moment his father had entered the house.
Without giving any warning, his father smacked his head. “Is everything functioning alright in there? Even your voice is taking after that slut.” His father grabbed Junsu’s hand, clenching the chopsticks out of it.
“Dad, please, please, please let go, it hurts,” Junsu said, his left hand trying to free his right hand out of his father’s strong grip. The pain in his right hand caused his body to lean closer to his father’s, trying to wrench his hand free.
Please, let the pain stop.
Then, his father pulled his son’s hand closer to his body and let go, causing his son to lose his balance and fall on the floor. He heard Junsu gasp for air but it didn’t stop his anger. He didn’t know why but as soon as he saw his son, anger had filled his body and blurred his vision with rage.
Junsu could feel the shoe of his father making contact with his back, kicking and kicking more. He gasped for more air as he curved his back, trying to get away from the pain. He cried out when he felt hands gripping his hair, pulling his head up.
“Please, no, not my face, not my face.” Junsu begged, trying to hide his face under his arms.
Please, just let the pain stop.
His father didn’t seem to listen to him. The hand in Junsu’s hair tightened its grip and pulled, causing his son to shriek in pain. Junsu whimpered, incoherent words leaving his mouth, his voice begging and pleading without him even realizing. “You want this to stop? You want this to stop?” a voice screamed in his ear.
And then, it did.
The pull on his hair disappeared and his father gave his head a push, causing it to make contact with the cold floor.
“You disgust me. Start doing something useful with your life, go to school.” The words were followed by a kick in the stomach and then Junsu could hear his father walk away to his room.
Junsu didn’t know how much time had passed. He lay on the ground, sobbing, while he could hear the sounds of his father changing himself in other clothes. The boy didn’t dare to move anymore because his whole body ached. He could feel himself being pulled back into the misty clouds of unconsciousness but something in him didn’t allow him to. Something in him stopped him from going to the bliss he really wanted to feel.
It was his mind. Junsu knew that when he would pass out on the floor, his father would see him lying there before he would leave for work. Junsu knew that it would anger his father even more and that it would lead to another beating.
Slowly, he pulled himself together. The world seemed to spin around when he finally managed to get back on his feet. Junsu groaned, holding his head and ignoring the black spots appearing on his vision. After a few seconds, he moved his heavy body to the mirror. The damage seemed to be limited - there were no visible red spots on his face. He sighed in relief.
Without eating his breakfast, the student left the house. He didn’t care. All that he cared for was getting out of his house before his father would throw another fit. Junsu knew that the second beating would be worse than the first one, he had learned his lesson the first time he refused to go to school.
~
He couldn’t resist any longer. The little energy he had left seemed to leave his body. Time was slowing down. His surroundings had lost their colors. Everyone around him had started to walk faster while Junsu couldn’t find the energy to make his own body move.
He was lost.
His body gave up.
Before Junsu could realize it, he was squatting on the footpath. The whole world seemed to spin around him. The pain of his body was unbearable, he knew that if he would take another step, he would faint on the spot.
Tears were filling his eyes. Why did his father have to be so persistent in ruining his life? Every time he thought he would be able to live life normally, his father would make things hard. Wasn’t he allowed to live his life like a normal teenager?
The world was spinning. Junsu’s sight became blurry.
No, I can’t pass out now… Not here…
And then he suddenly felt a strong hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Junsu’s eyes searched for the person who had spoken to him. His mind saw the blurry outline of a guy in his school uniform but he was unable to see more. “No… no…” he whispered, his mind blank.
“Hey, just sit down for a moment, okay? Breathe in and breathe out. Calm down, I’m here with you, nothing will happen.” And suddenly, Junsu felt gentle hands helping him in a sitting position.
It worked. He felt the pain in his mind become worse but the urge to pass out disappeared.
“Are you okay now?” he realized the low voice had been talking to him all the time. Junsu hadn’t listened to the calming words it had been speaking but he realized the voice had calmed him down.
“Yes… thank you so much for your help,” he said, looking at his savior thankfully.
He stiffened when he saw who his savior was.
It was Yoochun.
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
Junsu had tried to hide his secret from his best friend for the past two years. He had tried to behave normally in order for Changmin not to get suspicious. While his father would punch him, kick him and release his anger on him, Junsu would always try to cover his face. And when it was over, the little boy always hoped his face wouldn’t be severely injured or else he would cover it up with the embarrassing weapon called make-up.
Nobody had ever noticed anything at all. Even though Junsu had become quiet and introvert, his classmates just thought it was because of the divorce of his parents. Back then, everyone was scared to ask further, afraid they would hit a painful spot. Now, everyone was used to Junsu's silence. Even Changmin, the smart boy who knew him the best, hadn’t seen through the mask his friend had been wearing for the past two years.
And that was exactly the way Junsu liked it.
How would his friends react when they found out the truth? When they found out he had almost been beaten to death so many times by his own father? Junsu could imagine their faces filled with disgust. Disgust for his father. What would his family do when they discovered how Junsu had been treated by his father? They would take him away, yes, so why didn’t he tell them?
Things were more complicated than that.
~
“So, you’re Kim Junsu, right?” Junsu turned his head in surprise. It’s been two weeks since Yoochun had been forced to sit next to him and they hadn’t spoken a word to each other at all. Junsu had to admit he was a little bit scared for the tall boy from the United States who liked to throw English phrases randomly through his sentences. Yoochun was a silent boy who didn’t seem to be afraid for anyone.
“Y-yes.” Junsu said, looking a bit perplexed that Yoochun tried to start a conversation. He remembered the day Yunho, the leader of the popular boys in the class, had tried to start talking to Yoochun. He had probably tried to befriend him so he could join his brainless gang of popular guys. Yoochun was much loved by tons of girls in the class for his good looks and English accent. But the boy from America soon became bored by the conversation and said: “You know, if you’re not planning on saying something funny soon then please stop bothering me.”
Even though Yoochun had said it in a courteous manner, Yunho had looked perplexed. Nobody had dared to reject the Jung Yunho ever. Nobody.
“If you’re looking for another brainless admirer, I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Yoochun said, looking Yunho fearlessly in the eyes. Junsu couldn’t suppress his gasp when he heard those words leaving his classmate’s mouth.
That was the end of the first conversation between the two boys. Yoochun had lost a lot of secret admirers because they were afraid their interest in him would be discovered by Yunho. Yunho was one of the most influential guys in the class, followed by Jaejoong who was his right hand. But Yoochun had gained a lot of other admirers as well because his classmates had seen how he had treated the Jung Yunho and they admired his forwardness.
“So… you understand this?” Yoochun asked, pointing at a mathematical problem. Junsu was a little bit dumfounded by the simplicity of their conversation.
“Err… yes, I do,” he answered, dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected a conversation started by Park Yoochun to contain this kind of simplicity. After all, he rejected Yunho’s friendly conversation because he thought it was too boring.
Junsu hesitated. Maybe he should say something funny now that Yoochun was showing interest in befriending him? But his mind couldn't think of anything and after explaining the mathematical problem to Yoochun, both guys continued to work in silence.
~
“You know, I was amazed to see that Yoochun was talking to you,” Changmin said, grabbing his chopsticks to eat his lunch.
“Yeah… me too,” Junsu said. “I’m still mad because the teacher placed you somewhere else in the class on our first school day… because if I had to be honest, that Yoochun guy is kind of scary. This is the first time he has spoken to me in two weeks…”
“Well, I have to maintain my image as class president and smartest of the class,” Changmin joked. “I can’t do that when I’m sitting next to you.”
Junsu rolled with his eyes. What image? “Right. How could I ever forget about your image? Please, forgive me.”
“I can’t believe that new guy had the guts to speak so cocky against Yunho…” Changmin mused, gazing absentmindedly at the table where all the popular guys were seated. They were busily whispering things to each other.
“It doesn’t seem like they’re up to any good…” Junsu muttered, looking at the guys.
~
The next day, Junsu was preparing to go to school. The bruises from the last time he got beaten up by his father had faded away. He was relieved to see he didn’t have to apply any make-up anymore but it also worried him; he had discovered a pattern into his father’s beatings and he knew that when his old bruises had faded, new ones would appear soon.
While preparing his breakfast, the sound of keys unlocking the door sounded through the house. Junsu stiffened. Then realization hit him: his father hadn’t returned home yesterday night. This could mean only two things. The first thing was that his father had pulled an all-nighter at work and that he had come home to change clothes before going back to work again. The second possibility was that his father had been drinking alcohol all night long.
Junsu didn’t know which option he preferred. He only knew that when his father hadn’t come home all night long it was a bad sign.
He didn’t have any time to think. Frozen, he heard the door open, followed by the familiar, heavy footsteps of his father. Junsu knew he was screwed; the kitchen was right next to the hallway and there were no escape routes. Stupid house. His brain didn’t allow his body to move. Of course, his useless body would always give up on him when he needed it the most.
“D-dad, you’re home?” the words left his mouth, his voice drenched with fear.
“What is with your voice?” the door to the kitchen opened, the tired appearance of his father standing in the door frame. “I haven’t noticed it until now but isn’t it normal to have gone through a puberty voice change already? Why is it so damn girly and whiny?”
Junsu knew it was coming. He had known it the moment his father had entered the house.
Without giving any warning, his father smacked his head. “Is everything functioning alright in there? Even your voice is taking after that slut.” His father grabbed Junsu’s hand, clenching the chopsticks out of it.
“Dad, please, please, please let go, it hurts,” Junsu said, his left hand trying to free his right hand out of his father’s strong grip. The pain in his right hand caused his body to lean closer to his father’s, trying to wrench his hand free.
Please, let the pain stop.
Then, his father pulled his son’s hand closer to his body and let go, causing his son to lose his balance and fall on the floor. He heard Junsu gasp for air but it didn’t stop his anger. He didn’t know why but as soon as he saw his son, anger had filled his body and blurred his vision with rage.
Junsu could feel the shoe of his father making contact with his back, kicking and kicking more. He gasped for more air as he curved his back, trying to get away from the pain. He cried out when he felt hands gripping his hair, pulling his head up.
“Please, no, not my face, not my face.” Junsu begged, trying to hide his face under his arms.
Please, just let the pain stop.
His father didn’t seem to listen to him. The hand in Junsu’s hair tightened its grip and pulled, causing his son to shriek in pain. Junsu whimpered, incoherent words leaving his mouth, his voice begging and pleading without him even realizing. “You want this to stop? You want this to stop?” a voice screamed in his ear.
And then, it did.
The pull on his hair disappeared and his father gave his head a push, causing it to make contact with the cold floor.
“You disgust me. Start doing something useful with your life, go to school.” The words were followed by a kick in the stomach and then Junsu could hear his father walk away to his room.
Junsu didn’t know how much time had passed. He lay on the ground, sobbing, while he could hear the sounds of his father changing himself in other clothes. The boy didn’t dare to move anymore because his whole body ached. He could feel himself being pulled back into the misty clouds of unconsciousness but something in him didn’t allow him to. Something in him stopped him from going to the bliss he really wanted to feel.
It was his mind. Junsu knew that when he would pass out on the floor, his father would see him lying there before he would leave for work. Junsu knew that it would anger his father even more and that it would lead to another beating.
Slowly, he pulled himself together. The world seemed to spin around when he finally managed to get back on his feet. Junsu groaned, holding his head and ignoring the black spots appearing on his vision. After a few seconds, he moved his heavy body to the mirror. The damage seemed to be limited - there were no visible red spots on his face. He sighed in relief.
Without eating his breakfast, the student left the house. He didn’t care. All that he cared for was getting out of his house before his father would throw another fit. Junsu knew that the second beating would be worse than the first one, he had learned his lesson the first time he refused to go to school.
~
He couldn’t resist any longer. The little energy he had left seemed to leave his body. Time was slowing down. His surroundings had lost their colors. Everyone around him had started to walk faster while Junsu couldn’t find the energy to make his own body move.
He was lost.
His body gave up.
Before Junsu could realize it, he was squatting on the footpath. The whole world seemed to spin around him. The pain of his body was unbearable, he knew that if he would take another step, he would faint on the spot.
Tears were filling his eyes. Why did his father have to be so persistent in ruining his life? Every time he thought he would be able to live life normally, his father would make things hard. Wasn’t he allowed to live his life like a normal teenager?
The world was spinning. Junsu’s sight became blurry.
No, I can’t pass out now… Not here…
And then he suddenly felt a strong hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Junsu’s eyes searched for the person who had spoken to him. His mind saw the blurry outline of a guy in his school uniform but he was unable to see more. “No… no…” he whispered, his mind blank.
“Hey, just sit down for a moment, okay? Breathe in and breathe out. Calm down, I’m here with you, nothing will happen.” And suddenly, Junsu felt gentle hands helping him in a sitting position.
It worked. He felt the pain in his mind become worse but the urge to pass out disappeared.
“Are you okay now?” he realized the low voice had been talking to him all the time. Junsu hadn’t listened to the calming words it had been speaking but he realized the voice had calmed him down.
“Yes… thank you so much for your help,” he said, looking at his savior thankfully.
He stiffened when he saw who his savior was.
It was Yoochun.