BAD FOR YOU (complete)

bitter thoughts

Trigger warning: This chapter contains themes of self harm, violence and abuse. Please be weary of this when/if you decide to read.

Go gently, stay safe.

JENNIE,

gorgeous

/ˈɡɔːdʒəs/

adjective

adjective: gorgeous

beautiful; very attractive.

synonyms:good-looking, attractive, nice-looking, handsome, lovely, beautiful,pretty, as pretty as a picture,stunning, striking, arresting,prepossessing, winning, fetching,captivating, bewitching, beguiling,engaging, charming, charismatic,enchanting, appealing, delightful,irresistible

FLASHBACK
2:00 pm Busan

I hate...

My mind is empty, drugged.

...him...he...who is young. Handsome...to some. Repulsive...to others. To me.

My brain won't function, I'm fucked.

I feel fucked -- drugged. High off my face. Sort of just empty, some what aware but completely unable...to do...anything.

And right now, it would probably be useful to do something.

Hanbin has one arm around my waist, tight, hard against him. Enough to feel...him. All of him.

His other hand is pinched rough around my neck, fingers dug deep into my jaw. Sorry no - just behind the jaw, where it's tender.

Where it hurts.

He's hurting me. Physically yes. But...even more than that...even...more painful than his hands can harm, he's hurting me...in...side.

Everywhere inside.

Everywhere.

It's...I believe what people would call emotional. Emotional...pain...abuse?

Abuse.

Funny they call it emotional, considering it voids me of any...emotion.

Fucked, drugged, high off my face. High without one, without the rush, the "fun", the euphoria.

Remember.

Empty.

Remember.

All that on hate - caused by hate. By him.

He's broken me.

Oh God. He's broken me.

I glance - eyes only, seeing as my neck is...strained - and see my dad rushing over. Sprinting. I think?