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The door to the guest room opened and Renjun was thrown into it, stumbling onto the floor, on his knees as he hissed in pain.
Jieun jolted at the sudden interruption and Taeyong walked in with blood on his hands. "Oh my God..." She trailed off, eyes falling to Renjun who was unable to get off the floor.
"He'll take you home." Taeyong said, stepping on Renjun's hand before turning around and slamming the door shut. Once he'd left, Renjun groaned out in pain, attempting to get up but he physically couldn't.
Jieun immediately got up, rushing over to him in horror and kneeling beside him, unsure what to do. She outstretched her hand towards him but his fingers clutched around her wrist. "Don't." He said through his pain, the cold tone still there.
"B-but you're hurt." She said panicking, her eyes falling to his face, lip ring coated in blood and bruises on his cheeks. "Why did he do that to you?" She whispered softly.
"Because you're- fuck, because I didn't get the right person." He muttered, hissing out in pain, throwing his head back and biting his lip- further causing the split lip to bleed.
"Let me help you-" "No." Renjun's spat out in belligerence, attempting to stand up and Jieun helped him up, her hand touching his arm and his back. Renjun pushed her off, making her fall backwards, arm scraping against the sharp edge of the drawer.
She yelped in pain, her hand cupping the wound and tears glistened in her eyes, looking up at Renjun. He was stood up, clenching his fists as he looked down at her.
"I told you not to help me." He said bitterly. "Helping others gets you in my place." He chuckled wryly, limping over to the door.
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Jieun was trailing behind Renjun, head down with a permanent frown stretched on her lips. "You could be nicer." She said softly under her breath, lip quivering as blood painful dripped down her arm.
Renjun let out a harsh sigh, making her jolt in fear. He didn't say anything, but the silence was far worse.
He walked over to a car, sliding in and slamming the door shut, turning on the engine as she sat in the passenger seat.
Jieun couldn't help but look over at the silent boy, his eyes glazed over with void- the scary sight of detachment and destruction reflecting in his dark eyes- but what Jieun could see was the pain.
His fists clenched over the steering wheel, bloodied and bruised- his body aching out and tortured till it hurt to even breathe.
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