Across The Boundary • Yoonmin

🚫 F.4; Three Words

WARNING; Contains Violence 🚫

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The lean body crashes him against the wall of their house. He felt warm and salty tears cascading on his cheeks as a pair of hands roughly grabs his face and a pair of rough lips crashes into his own.

It was another night of fighting, torture, and relentment.

And he's tired of it all.

He pushed and kicked, trying to wrench those aggressive lips away from his. He felt his fingernails scrape the skin of his attacker's cheeks, and feels the blood trickling down from his fingertips.

His husband groans in pain as he continues to kick, punch, and claw him; but he wouldn't let go and still continues to abuse his already abused lips and body.

"C'mon slut! Do your duties as my husband you fucking whore! Stop fighting -" his husband said seriously, and he tries hard not to vomit from the strong smell of alcohol from his mouth.

"P-Please Chan - you're hurting me!" He pleaded.

His husband only looks at him menacingly and ignores him, before he kisses him again for the second time with more aggression than before.

His husband's hands roam around his body, exploring every bit of his corners and curves.

He lets out a scream when he bites his lip hard, letting him taste the copper taste of his own blood from it.

He tried to fight again with more passion and ferocity, and tries his hardest to pry his roaming hands away from his.

Moments later, strong hands had pulled Chan away from him, and he was so overwhelmed with shock, fear, and anguish, that his trembling legs failed him so he crashed to the floor, no longer able to open his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing, you piece of shit?!" His saviour roared, and he opens his eyes a bit to see that it was his bestfriend.

The one who told him to come with him but he didn't listen.

"What's you're business? That slut is my husband! He wanted this too!" Chan yelled, and he couldn't help but tremble again.

He is his husband.

And he has a duty to fulfill.

"You are fucking hurting him you dickhead!"

Though he couldn't see, he can clearly hear the shuffling of feets and the sound of breaking glasses and vases.

And he knew they are fighting.

He covers his ears with his hands and curls into a ball as he hears someone crashing into the wall, followed by a grunt of pain.

He stayed there for he don't know how long, until he felt a pair of hands swiftly lift him up in a bridal style.

He opens his eyes slowly and took a peak, and what greeted him was a smiling male - complete with his seablue colored eyes.

He sucked in a breathe and winced in pain as his bestfriend's fingers brushes places in his body that surely held bruises, and relaxes himself when his hold gentled.

"I-I -"

"Hyung," his bestfriend started, cutting of his words.

He can see him looking down at him with the same worried eyes he held before,

When he was asking for him to leave.

"The offer still stands hyung. Please .."

He grips on the fabric of his bestfriend's shirt tight as he shifted his gaze anywhere, but him.

"Please hyung, just say the word. I can't stand this - i can't stand looking at you like this,"

He suddenly felt something like liquids drop on his face, and felt the shaking of his bestfriend's body.

He was crying; and something inside him clicks like a trigger.

So he cries silently as well too.

But he felt too many overwhelming emotions that made his quiet sobs turn into a loud and wailing ones,

"S-Save me .." He whispers.

His hold on his bestfriend's clothes tightens as he scoots closer to him, and when he feels the younger clutches him tighter on his chest;

He spoke those three words that he's been dying to say ever since.

"Save me Taehyung-ah .."

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