Broken | Jaeyong

chapter 13

"No." Taeyong shook his head softly, only causing Jaehyun to hold him closer. "Stop it. Don't say that."

"I love you so much." Jaehyun said again with another sweetly sickening kiss, Taeyong's request falling on deaf ears. 

"Stop." Taeyong pleaded with a fragile voice, the words hinting him like bullets. His emotions were on edge, any slight push and he'd fall.

"I love you so much–" 

"You never loved me!" Taeyong screamed, the sizzling pan flying across the room, colliding with the tiled wall. 

He began to sob loudly, screaming the words over and over again. Pushing the covers aside he barely realised he was out of the dream. Taeyong started pulling out the drawers of Jisung's dresser, he threw the younger's textbooks off his desk, punched his wardrobe until his knuckles bleed.

The loud screaming and sounds of things breaking broke Jisung out of his slumber. He rolled over to see the dark figure of his father smashing something, "Dad? Dad, what are you doing?"

"You never loved me!" The older continued to yell with broken cries. Jisung had never seen his father this far gone, has never seen him physically break down. Taeyong always left the house if he felt like he was, he didn't want Jisung to see him like this. 

"Dad." Jisung called, trying to get his father's attention but to no avail. He pulled the blanket off himself and with caution stood from the bed. "Dad!" He called again but still Taeyong continued to trash his room like a raging hurricane. 

Jisung then marched over to him, deciding to take a more forward approach but soon realised the mistake in his actions as one of his biggest fears nearly came true. As Jisung placed his hands on both sides of Taeyong's shoulders, the older turned around with eyes that Jisung had never seen before. They were empty, cold, dark pits of anger. His father threw him to the ground with painful force, raising a fist to plough into Jisung's left cheek like a piston. 

It was then that Taeyong came back to reality, the total terror on Jisung's face snapping him back. The younger's bottom jaw was trembling and his whole body shaking, his eyes were wide and conveying no other emotion but fear. 

Taeyong stepped back with quivering hands, his mouth agape as he chased his mind for an apology. "J-Jisung... I... I..."

He was about to hurt his baby. He was so consumed that he didn't even realise what he was doing. Taeyong would never hurt Jisung, he was the most precious thing in the world to him. Jisung is everything to him and he hates the way he just made him feel, the fear that he caused. 

Taeyong was about to stand up and leave but he was reeled in by arms enclosing him, pulling him into a comforting shoulder. He couldn't help but cry as Jisung petted his back, his pajama shirt openly accepting the tears of his father. 

"It's okay, Dad."

-

The biology teacher began handing out papers he had just recently printed, the thin white material still slightly warm in the students' hands. As the teacher retreated back to the front of the classroom, Jisung looked at the paper in curiosity of what they were learning for the lesson. A small smile blossomed on his lips as he read the title 'Carriers'. Some of the kindest people he knows are carriers and learning more about them made him excited. Not to mention he himself was born from a carrier. 

"Okay, class." The teacher spoke up, gaining everyone's attention. "Today's topic is carriers."

"Lady boys." One of the guys in the back stated with a proud smirk as his friends chuckled.