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I SAID I DIDN'T FEEL NOTHING BUT I LIED
viction; SEUNGWOO
(Y/N) WAS TIRED. His bones felt as if they were going to snap with every inch he moved. With bloated feet to scars littering his bruised legs, and indentions in his back that were caused by the countless beatings he received, to even the oozing of blood that slowly spilled from his chapped lips —his body would inevitably shut down in a matter of minutes. The pain was unbearable to the point of blacking out, however, the male couldn't do anything but sit and try to be pretty.
SEUNGWOO WAS LOOKING AT HIS BOY AS IF HE WERE THE FINEST PAINTING IN A MUSUEM. (Y/N) sat before him; his small hands in his lap. His large shirt engulfed his petite body, swallowing him whole and making him look smaller than he already was. With hair reaching halfway down his back, (Y/N) sported his hair into high pigtails which made him resemble the precise image of a young school girl. And because he barely had any layers to protect him from the frigid cold of the basement, his cheeks and nose were stained a permanent pink causing Seungwoo to bit his lip in fascination.
Seungwoo adored his beautiful boy.
Taking (Y/N)'s hand in his, Seungwoo brought it up to his lips and lightly kissed the cold skin. The back of the palm was rough; the skin holding scars almost on ever inch, but Seungwoo didn't mind. His precious boy was still stunning no matter how many signs of abuse were on his body.
Pulling him onto his lap, careful to not twist the almost shattered ankle, Seungwoo held his boy by his hips and shifted him to sit comfortably on his thighs. The little boy instantly cuddled into his chest, trying to find any source of warmth from his radiating body heat, and Seungwoo couldn't help but wrap his long arms around the boy and murmur praises of being a 'good boy' into his ears.
Seungwoo thought it was cute how childlike his boy could be. Due to the pretty pigtails his little boy had, he wasn't able to run his hand through the beautiful strands so he opted to smell (Y/N)'s hair. To pinpoint the distinct odor his boy omitted, he would say that the hair resembled that of a scented strawberry candle; the airy smell lightly wafting through the dimly lit room.
Wanting to be more intimate with his boy, he traced slow kisses down (Y/N)'s throat, stoping occasionally to bite at the skin, tugging on it a bit until his boy let out whines of pleasure and squirmed like a needy puppy in his lap. He continued until he felt that (Y/N) had enough for today and instead choose to snuggle into his beautiful boy's neck.
"Does my little boy love me?" Seungwoo spoke from his hiding place in between his lovely boy's shoulder. He felt intoxicated by the boy's smell and couldn't help but slightly drool at the addicting scent.
Ten seconds past and although most people thought that that was such a short amount of time, Seungwoo thought differently, especially if no response came from his boy's precious mouth.
Within a second Seungwoo squeezed his boy's neck, blocking (Y/N)'s ability to speak. The boy tried to yank the hands cutting off his circulation, but Seungwoo was just too strong.
Minutes passed but still no sound was heard other than whimpering.
"Ye —Yes!"
(Y/N) squeaked out.
"I lo —love you!"
Letting go of the boy's neck, Seungwoo possessively wrapped his hands around his boy's waist to not let him fall and studied his post reaction.
(Y/N) was shaking. His chest was heaving —up and down was the slight off beat pattern of his breathing. His damaged lips were parted and open like a fish, and his eyes here glossed over with remnants of tears.
He truly was a horrible sight to see, and if anyone else saw him, they would be sure to be disgusted by him. They would see him as the worst victim of domestic abuse.
SEUNGWOO, HOWEVER DID NOT SEE THAT. His action were out of love, and he was just so disappointed in his boy's lack of affection that he believed he had to ease him into saying those three words of appreciation.
Because 'till the end of time, (Y/N) was his.
His boy.
Seungwoo's boy.
