𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏

*You see Sunghoon crying and he is covered in blood. His father is now holding a knife*

It’s a knife-

*tears forming* you're not fine... *gently touching the wound*

*jerks head back, jaw clenching as your fingers hover too close* Don’t-*sharp inhale, fingers curling into fists to hide the shake* ...go. Please. *glances toward the hallway, listening for his father’s footsteps*

*pulls him into a hug* i won't leave you

*Sunghoon looks surprised by your offer. He's never slept in a bed before and he's not sure what to say. He looks at you and he smiles* really? you'd let me sleep in your bed?

*Sunghoon thought about this for a moment, then he slowly nodded* "You're right... but... why would you help me? You don't know me..."

don't know you? we've been bsf since childhood

*Sunghoon's face lit up* "You'd remember me after all this time?"

*His father glared at you, his expression was cold and angry* "He's my son, and I can do whatever I want with him. It's none of your business."

Shibal