warning: themes of domestic violence

sunday, 9am

"good morning, baby"

mingi was down in the kitchen as she grabbed her jacket, ready to head to work.

"I hope you have a good day. we should watch a movie later"

"yeah, sure baby. I'll see you later" she replied.

"you don't want to give me a kiss?" mingi pouted. so she reluctantly walked over and kissed him on the lips, causing him to place his hand on her waist. she instinctively flinched at this and mingi immediately let go.

"I love you" he whispered, almost like a plea.

"see you later, mingi"

10am

she walked into the quiet cafe, as it always was on sundays, and saw hongjoong cleaning tables while san was busy serving one of the only customers. she paused, remembering her conversation with hongjoong yesterday. hongjoong himself was doing his best to pretend like nothing had happened.

"hey y/n, how are you feeling today?" he enquired brightly. her eyes kept darting over to san as she replied, but he didn't once look in her direction.

"urm, fine.. better.. yeah"

he finished serving the customer but still didn't look over.

"I'm glad" came hongjoong's voice.

she made her way into the back to hang up her jacket and bag, wondering why san was being so distant. was he mad at her for leaving the party so early? maybe he just hadn't noticed her come in.

she ventured out to the counter, hoping san would acknowledge her.

"hey san" she tried.

"oh, hey y/n" he spoke, without looking in her direction.

"sorry I left without saying goodbye the other night"

he turned around to work the coffee machine as he replied.

"oh, yeah, don't worry about that"

she sighed. what was wrong with san? she didn't have much time to contemplate as a voice called, "excuse me, can I place my order?"

"oh yeah, sorry sir" she answered.

and san walked into the back without another word.

little did y/n know, he watched her for a little while from the door. after hongjoong had told him, he had been so angry that the usually mild boy had nearly punched through the table. now he needed to see it for himself. his fists clenched as he saw the purple and yellow bruises which littered her tiny neck. "bastard" he cursed under his breath.

he turned away. he couldn't look anymore. he couldn't bare to see her hurt, but he didn't know how he could stop it.

7pm, at home

"okay so we could watch a horror, a romance... what's good right now?" mingi asked while flicking through the movies.

y/n wasn't exactly concentrating. she was still deep in thought about how san had been with her all day.

"babe?"

"urm yeah, a horror is good..." she said as she nonchalantly scrolled through her phone.

"cool, do you want to choose?"

"uh, no, you choose babe... I'm just going to use the bathroom" she replied as she put her phone to the side.

mingi got up to take y/n's place on the sofa, still scrolling through the film choices.

as y/n walked to the bathroom she had a sudden feeling that she maybe shouldn't have left her phone in the other room, but if she went back now mingi would think there was a reason.

she had been right to feel that way. her phone lit up beside mingi.

wooyoung
hey honey, I hope you're okay after the other night. you know you can always call me if you need me. or san, I know he'd love to speak to you x

mingi read the words that had appeared on the screen. wooyoung. an unmistakable anger built up inside him. and just at that moment, y/n returned.

"why the fuck is that guy texting you?!" he shot up from his place on the sofa. he was so tall that he towered above her and was undoubtedly intimidating when he was angry.

"what?!" she panicked. why had one of the guys taken that moment to send her a message?!

"wooyoung... he called you "honey" and said san would love to talk to you" he spat, the phone still in his hand.

"he calls everyone honey, babe. and I don't think he meant it that way, about san"

"I don't give a fuck which way he meant it" he cursed as he threw the phone to the ground. "why do you keep fucking playing with me, y/n?!"

"mingi, listen..." she began as she carefully walked over to the sofa.

"no, you listen" he snarled as he pushed her down onto it. "you need to stop this shit, I'm warning you!"

"stop what?! I haven't done anything, mingi!"

she instantly regretted those words as he lifted his hand and punched her in her stomach, completed overtaken by rage.

she let out a loud moan and began crying the words; "mingi stop, please, you're hurting me". but he punched into her again.

"mingi please, I'm sorry, I'll block his number, I'll do it right now" she said trying to cover her face and stomach at the same time as he lifted his hand again.

"right now" he demanded as he marched over to pick up her phone. "show me"

her hands shaking and in so much pain, she grabbed the phone and pressed the buttons until wooyoung was blocked from her contacts.

"there" she said as she showed him the screen, fear in her eyes.

he grabbed it roughly to get a closer look before throwing it back down again.

"good" was all he said, and he stormed away. she hoped that would be it.

curling into a ball on the sofa, y/n bit her hand to stop her crying out audibly in pain and despair. she was afraid of him. he was turning into something she didn't recognise and she was deeply, deeply afraid of what would happen next.

she slowly went to grab for her phone, clenching her teeth with the pain.

you
please help me

she typed out the message with shaking hands before quickly deleting it. it was too risky to message san, even if all she really wanted right now was for him to cuddle her while she cried in his arms.