𝗚𝗢𝗧𝟳 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 𝟮

split lip ; yugyeom

A/N: Oh dear, I haven't written angst in a while so I hope this doesn't disappoint. For anyone who would like to send in any requests please feel free to do so, because I'm currently accepting them, and of course I have my own ideas on the side to write!

Q: How do you handle college life? 

A: How does one even survive college? I'm joking but not really, to be honest, it's all about being organized because if you slip up even once, you can definitely get swamped by all sorts of assignments. Also, please do find good group mates because they can mean the difference between getting a good grade or a terrible grade. 

(Ask me anything !) 

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You glared at the huge blue-black bruise that decorated your left cheek. Hesitantly, you prodded it with your index finger, hissing like a provoked cat as it stung.

'Shit that hurts,' you mumbled, snatching up your concealer, as you dabbed some of it on your face attempting to blend it into your skin, wincing everytime the pad pressed too hard against your face.

'Babe? You done?" Yugyeom knocked on the door, as you nearly dropped the brush into the sink.

'I-yeah I'm almost done give me another 5 minutes,' you replied as you heard his footsteps walk away from the door.

Dabbing at the spot again, you scrutinized your reflection at the mirror, your left check was slightly more swollen than the other but it was barely noticeable. Getting rid of all of last night's evidence, you bundled up the cotton pads stained with blood and heaved them into the toilet bowl, flushing them down, as you exited the bathroom.

Last Night

'Jesus,' your vision was blurry as you stumbled into the bathroom, your lip feeling thick and clumsy and you could taste the tang of copper on your tongue as you spat out a gob of blood from where you had bitten your tongue. Ripping off your leather jacket, you leaned against the cold marble of the sink allowing it to sooth the warm blood that was trickling from your lip.

Kicking the door close behind you, you turned on the tap letting the sound of water splashing became all you heard as you closed your eyes.

3 Hours Later

Despite the summer, you still wore your brother's old leather jacket.... it was the only way that they would be able to identify you. When you were younger, you loved to don his jacket, it made you feel tough and fearless... until you found him lying there, face-down and and and...

No you commanded yourself You are not thinking of that

You heard the purr of engines signalling their arrival. Pushing away from the wall, you took a deep breath and put on your most calm face, as your hand slipped in your pocket feeling the roll of money in there, you ran your hand over it, as if worried that it would disappear.

You skulked into the back alleyway, creeping like a thief in the night until finally you reached the 'spot' and suddenly, 4 pairs of headlights flashed in your eyes.

'Turn the damn lights off,' you growled, your sharp (E/C) eyes glaring at them as one by one the sound of their engines cut off until all you could see was them under the light of the moon.

A man lumbered forward and you wanted nothing more than to turn tail and run but you knew what these people were like, they hated cravens and cowards so you stood your ground as he towered over you.