Bully | Beomjun / Yeongyu

Chapter 2:

TW: Verbal abuse, Emotional Abuse, Abusive parent.

The end of the school day finally arrives. Beomgyu makes up way home, walking alone as usual.

Yeonjun and his friends exit the gates of the school, walking in the opposite direction from the route Beomgyu takes home. Despite the urge to go and follow the boy Yeonjun doesn't, instead just walking with his friends and talking about the school football game.

Beomgyu arrives home, his heart heavy with dread knowing what he is about to face. He slowly enters the house, looking around for any signs of his father. He can hear the sound of glass bottles clinking together and he knows his father is home and intoxicated.

"I-I'm h-home..." Beomgyu announces.

The sound of glass bottles moving can be heard from the kitchen, followed by the sound of footsteps. Beomgyu's father then appears in the hallway looking at his son.

"Why are you home so late" he slurs out.

"I...I was a-at school..." Beomgyu says timidly.

The father sneers at the boy, his expression menacing.

"Oh? School again, eh? Don't you have any friends, you pathetic little maggot?"

His father takes a few steps closer to him, clearly very drunk from all of the alcohol he has consumed. Beomgyu instinctively takes a few steps backwards, trying to keep as much distance as possible between himself and his father.

The boy's father takes another step closer to him, his breath reeking of alcohol and cigarettes.

"I asked you a question, boy. Don't you have any friends? No one who actually wants anything to do with a worthless piece of shit like you?"

Beomgyu backs himself up against the wall, making it impossible for him to get any further away from his father. He has his head hung low, his eyes fixed on the ground below.

"N-no..." he manages to respond in a shaky, quiet voice.

Beomgyu's father scoffs and glares at him, his expression full of disgust.

"Of course you don't. You're worthless, useless, pathetic. No one wants anything to do with a sad, little, scrawny waste of space like you."

A wave of shame hits Beomgyu as his father's words cut through him. He almost wants to burst into tears. He knows everything his father is saying about him is true, but it still hurts to hear it.

"I...I...I'll g-go make y-you some dinner..." Beomgyu says before anything escalates further. Just trying to please his father so he stops.

Beomgyus's father grunts in approval, grabbing a bottle from a table nearby and taking a long swig.

"That's all you're good for. At least you know how to do that much"

"Y-yes father..." Beomgyu says quietly and heads to the kitchen.

His father watches as the boy scurries off. An evil grin spreads across his face, enjoying watching his son do his bidding.

Beomgyu finishes cooking up some pasta, his father is sitting on the sofa, his head leaned back, eyes half closed. He sees his son bring over the plate of food and looks at the boy.

"Finally, it took you long enough"

The boy's father looks down at the food in front of him, a scowl on his face.

"Is this all you made? Pathetic. No wonder no one wants to be near you, you can't even cook a proper meal. You're truly useless, aren't you boy?

Beomgyu's head is hung low again, his hand gripping onto the plate of food which he was trying to hand over to his father. He had spent far too much time cooking that meal, making sure everything was perfect to please his father, only to be insulted and told he's useless just as usual.