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Hyunjin winced, hearing the words from his father. They were cruel and hurtful, although knowing that it would happen, and it was expected, it still hurt him.

He nodded, relieved to have known that his scolding was over, and that he could go over to his room, doing what he would do on the daily.

He closed the door behind him, walking slowly just incase his father had so much more to say, gladly, he didn't. He then plopped on his bed.

He held his teddy bear, it wasn't the best, it was really old, and homemade. It was basically the only thing he could take oit his feelings on, other than harming himself.

He rummaged through his drawer, looking for something in particular, a blade. He kept this hidden, as he didn't want his parents 5o know about it, he doesn't trust his parents, or maybe he doesn't trust anyone.

He took a deep, shaky breath, taking out the blade, inching it closer to his wrists. He bit his lip, trying to hold back tears as all his bad thoughts came to mind.

"This is what you get...you idiot..." cut, the blade went. "You...ungrateful child..." again, the blade went. "You deserve nothing but pain..." He said, giving another cut. He did this a lot, and he didn't know why.

It was like a habit, a punishment. He would do each cut, with every insecurity and cruel word he had, he just hated himself so much.

He then took his pillow and his teddy bear, then buried his face into the both of them. He continued to cry into the pillows, he also did this quite a lot, so his pillow would be wet by the time he went to sleep.

He made sure to try and be quiet, he didn't want to annoy them, be a burden to them, he kept all of these things to himself, and never really knew why all of this happened.

Sometimes his parents would come check in on him, or just his room in general, sometimes he would cry when he woke up, so his pillow was wet with tears, and his parents, or just father, would see it, but he had a feeling he hopefully did not.

He went on for hours, and his parents wouldn't be happy if they saw him like this, for the most part, awake and crying. They don't like seeing him cry.

They think of it as weak and pathetic. He saw how some of his tears fell on his wrists, and winced at the slightly salty water, making contact with his new cuts.

He then lay down on his bed, holding the pillow tight,and hiding his teddy and blade, away in the places he thought they would never find them in.

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(Sorry, author here. The story was short, and I didn't know I'd want to continue it on, until he wakes up, or in the next chapter, but I chose the next chapter, so it ends here.)

(Give me any suggestions on the ships, and/or the person, or memeber, he found online)

(Hope you enjoyed)