Wooyoung lays completely still on his side and listened intently at the silent breathing of the male sleeping under the covers beside him.

He had his back turned to the person and tried not to move too much for fear of waking him up. The covers barely covered both their nakedness and a dull pain pulsed at Wooyoung ass.

Then he turns his head to look at the sleeping face of none other than Matthew. The man's hair was messy and scattered on the white pillow he was so tightly holding. He looked to be sound asleep as Wooyoung had thought. Laying on this stomach with arms underneath his pillow and breathes coming out in an even pace. Like Wooyoung, the male too was naked under the sheets.

He turns back on his side of the large bed to try and get some sleep but his mind was too active to fall asleep. So he simply braces himself, pushes himself upright on the bed with a wince and as slowly and quietly as possible, slides his legs out of the sheets.

His lengthy jet black hair was disheveled as one would expect after several round of intercourse. Wooyoung knew the state of his body probably wasn't any better. Every time he and Matthew had sex he admittedly would get a few small bruises here and there. Nothing too alarming. But today the sex was different. Angry. They'd gotten into an argument about something Wooyoung now realized was insignificant, and one thing led to another and they were fucking like deranged mad men.

He winces when he gingerly places a hand in his thigh and a stinging pain shot up his leg. The room was dark but was efficiently lighted up by the moonlight streaming into the space from Matt's window.

Because of this he was able to see that what caused the sting on his thigh. It was a large bruise and a bit of blood drawn from shallow finger nail marks probably caused by Matthew when he gripped his thighs and pummelled into him. The other thigh was in a similar state.

His expression remains flat and he struggles to wet his throat with his own saliva. His phone buzzes from somewhere on the floor, indicating a phone call. Wooyoung immediately goes digging through their clothes littered on the messy carpeted floors and he eventually finds and retrieves his phone from where it buzzed in the pocket of his black leather jacket.

'Lixie🐥' flashed on the screen and he clicks answer before bringing the phone up to his ear. "Hey, what's up" Wooyoung mutters quietly into the mic as he digs around for his underwear and pants in the moonlit darkness.

"What's up?" A male voice mocks through the phone. Then he sighs loudly. "Wooyoung you promised you'd be waiting to pick me up after work today. Where are you?"

A realization creeped onto Wooyoung's expression. He grimaces and face palmed right after slipping his jeans on. "I'm on my way right now Felix" He hurriedly slips his white graphic tee on.

"How far away?" Felix sounded unconvinced from the other side. The male paced back and forth in front of Starbucks after having just clocked out from his closing shift that night. It was dark and the parking lot was emptying out as his coworkers slowly left for home. He held his bag close to his body and drew his cap further over his face in hopes that no one notices him.

"5 minutes" Wooyoung lies. "Maybe closer to 10ish, 15 minutes?" Wooyoung tried not to laugh at himself.

"You're so annoying" Felix whines through the phone. "Hurry up, if I get kidnapped it'll 100% be your fault" Then the call ends and Wooyoung just grins and shakes his head a little as he rushes to the bathroom to make sure there wasn't any visible embarrassing marks or bruises on his skin.

His eyes widen a little once he spots the aggressive mouth shaped bruises, hickeys and slight redness around his neck caused by choking. "Shit" how am I supposed to hide these? I have work tomorrow... Out of curiosity he lifts his shirt to find other purple or red bruises on body. Not to his surprise there were a few on his hips and torso. His collar bone. Around his nipples which were still sensitive to the touch.

"Where you going?" A deep voice startles him from the open door of the bathroom. Wooyoung turned to meet the dark brown half lidded eyes of the man responsible for the bruises. The man that wouldn't leave him alone despite how often Wooyoung tells him he isn't interested in him. He was thankfully wearing a pair of boxer shorts so Wooyoung didn't have to see all he was packing down there dangling about in the wild.

"None of your business" Wooyoung looks away from the amused look in his eyes when he spots the wounds he knew he was responsible for. Wooyoung quickly tucks his shirt in his jeans then brushes past him to return back to the room.

"Oh don't pout. Sorry about the bruises but don't act like you weren't begging me to go harder" He reaches for one of the drawers next to his bed. Right above his drawer of his personal stash of marijuana, coke and a few other illegally acquired hard drugs. He retrieves an e-cigarette instead, taking it up to his mouth and taking a big drag.

"I was telling you to slow down because you were hurting me" Wooyoung says through gritted teeth as he slid his jacket on.

"Yeah but you love it when I'm rough. I know you do, because that's how cumsluts and useless whores that are only good for getting their holes filled with cum like it" He steps up to Wooyoung and blows a cloud of smoke into his face before chuckling.

Wooyoung glares at him refusing to let him know his words had any affect on him. "No, I definitely remember saying to slow down. Maybe all that line you snort every morning is starting to deteriorate your brain. You might wanna ease up on them" His voice was sarcastic. Mocking. He almost laughed out loud at his own dig.

Matthew didn't find that as funny. He slaps Wooyoung on the cheek but not really hard. Just enough for it to hurt. Then he grabs him underneath the chin and forces him to meet his eyes. "Listen here, you talk to me like that again and I'll fucking kill you" He warns.

Wooyoung just stayed quiet and averted his eyes from Matthew's threatening ones. "Get the hell outta my house" The taller man pushes Wooyoung to the side, releasing his tight hold on his jaw.

"Gladly" Wooyoung mutters with a scowl.

"You act like I'm this big bad guy that forces you in bed all the time. You're the one that crawls to me for sex. You. You act like you hate me but you have no problem consistently running to me and spreading your legs like a whore. Maybe ask yourself why that is" He gets his last words in from the bedroom before Wooyoung angrily slams the door on his way out of the apartment.

His head was a foggy mess as he practically raced down the stairs to the main floor and dug through his jacket pocket for his car keys. He jumped into the car, a black 2008 Nissan Altima, and sped out of the parking lot, the adrenaline in his blood caused his heart to beat loudly in his ears.

Matthew's voice and mocking words repeatedly played in his head. Maybe ask yourself why that is. His grip on the steering wheel tightens and his jaw clenches. He stopped at a red light and didn't even realize he was crying until he felt a tear dribble down and drop on his thigh. He angrily wipes at his cheeks like the tears were acid.

It hurt. It all just hurts. And maybe it's because he knew deep down that everything he said was true that made it hurt that much more. There has to be something wrong with me. I'm sick. Only a sick fucking idiot would keep returning to the man that abuses, degrades and hits them. I don't understand why I keep doing it. I hate him so much. I hate him. He ruined my life. He broke me. But I keep going back...

Wooyoung bit down on his bottom lip, hard, as more tears tracked down his cheeks. His vision blurred due to the tears. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel. He repeatedly ran his hand through his hair from frustration. Pulling and tugging his bangs out of his face.

And as he pulls into the Starbucks parking lot to pick up his friend, he wipes away the last of his tears and forces a smile.

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