there he was. in his bed, being a mess. blood was all over the bed sheets, on the floor and the razor in his hand also had blood on it.
he was crying silently.
he was broken.
he took the cigarettes he stole from his dad. he knew he was too young to these things. but he didn't give a shit. he was hurt.
as he sat there, with a cigarette between his lips he thought of hyunjin. his bestfriend and the one he have fallen for.
both his parents don't want him to be with him. they have a lot of skinship that everyone thinks that they're together.
his parents, both of them are homophobic. they thought they were together. and they wanted to separate them. jeongin didn't want to, but he is too weak to even fight for his friend. too weak.
i hope you forgive me hwang hyunjin.
