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Numbness.
Kyungsoo was used to feeling like nothing. His heart was no more, only a shell remained. His mind, although gifted was broken. His sanity, his one piece of innocence, shattered when his mother left. He was used to the numbness of hearts and minds, but nothing could prepare him for the numbness around his neck. H layed struggling in the hospital bed as Two angered stricken claws were screeching at his neck. A horrible beeping was eradicated through the hospital room, probably alerting the hospital authorities of the dangerously high heart beat of kyungsoo. Kyungsoo stared straight into beast. His sleek hazelnut hair, whipped to the side. His feminine looks shined through his clothes, skin and eyes, but with a subtle hint of superiority. With the smell of the man's husky cologne wafting through kyungsoo's nostrils, he barely looked like a guy. However what caught kyungsoo eyes' were his hands. Unlike his blemish free skin, his hand were stained with scars. Small ones to large jagged sears. The nails of the man raggedly bit to the nail bed. However, although his nails were stained, his doe like eyes were far worse.
Kyungsoo watched in horror as he analyzed the feminine boy's eyes.
It showed abuse of all types. Verbal, physical, MENTAL. It had every ounce of pain held within them, and more. However, what scared Kyungsoo the most, was how alike those eyes were. It reminded kyungsoo of someone.
a 14 year old bot who stared at his mother in a kitchen.
A boy who saw his mother paralyzed for years.
A boy who is hurt.
A boy called kyungsoo
The small boys eyes were glazed with his memory. Kyungsoo didnt need to be gifted to see that.
Kyungsoo couldn't bear to try to defend himself. He knew the boy was hurt , so he didn't do an...
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...ery calm he couldn't help but raise his voice at his confidant.
"IT'S A JUICE BOX BAEK. YOU NEED TO STOP WORRYING SO MUCH." Kyungsoo sighs and hits his head on his pillow only hearing a deep chuckle from his side.
"You need to let go, he's only trying to help, you need friends anyways. Yelling at them won't help." Jongin said matter-of-factly.
"Shut up Jongin. I don't need your smart alec talk now. Go sit on the chair in the corner" Kyungsoo fustratedly whispered while closing his heavy eyelids. Hoping no one notice his voice.
However unnoticed to Kyungsoo, Baekhyun heard everything, but couldn't figure out who he was talking to. He hesitantly looked to the chair in the corner and saw nothing. Baekhyun was obsolutely horrified, what has happened to Kyungsoo? Worried about his friend, he quickly bid goodbye to Kyungsoo and rushed to a very trusted doctor.
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