" it's time to play "
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the definition of perfect is someone or something that is excellent, correct and flawless. when questioned about anything related to perfection, they would all turn to minho. the definition of perfection.
whether is was work related or regarding personal advice, minho always seemed to know what to do, what to say. each movement is probably so precisely calculated the error of margin is extremely tiny, hence, guaranteeing him perfection.
everyone has their desired or idealised qualities, or a certain degree of something in order to consider it perfection. minho always managed to exceed their expectations.
at work, he was someone who was well loved, everyone would turn their heads in union the moment he sets foot in the company, receiving praises, working his way up to achieve the highest position any person could achieve and often having to decline deals that he found not worthy of his time, of course, while flashing that perfectly practiced civil smile.
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" hey jisung-ssi!"
jisung visibly flinched, quickly hiding the compact in his palm, luckily sliding it into his bag before junzi could notice. he exchanged a polite bow to his fellow colleague, which was followed by a teeth gritting smile.
soon, another batch of colleagues made their way into the separate cubicles, the others were checking their reflections or adjusting their iron pressed work attire. junzi straighten out his pastel blue tie, flashing jisung another smile which could easily pass as a genuine one, before approaching the older.
" jisung-ssi, is your arm okay? "
junzi pointed to jisung's arm, he enquired, with moon crescent eyes and the corner of his lips curling just the right amount, lips pressed tightly together in fear of showing any teeth.
" oh! not to worry, it's fine! i have to go now, lots of work. "
jisung quickly explained, fear masked under the neutral tone of his voice. he couldn't find out. there was no imperfections allowed.
jisung wanted to rush out of the bathroom, but that would be rather rude. instead, he bowed once more, plucked the two stray hairs from the sides of his hair, before exchanging one last glance and exiting.
the rest of the time went by without jisung knowing, it was just like everyday. he never knew the time.
he say at his desk, spectacles resting nicely on the bridge of his nose, never slipping. he couldn't afford to slip up.
every once in a while, he would look to the left or his right, even though it was forbidden. nobody was allowed to look up from their work station. he straightened out his dress, making sure the vanilla white ribbon that was clipped onto his dress was clean, clean of any stains.
" good job everyone. "
the all too familiar voice was heard from
the speakers.
jisung only knew so much. he only knew when things started but never knew when they would end. why would he need to know anyways? there was always someone telling him what to do, wasn't there?
simultaneously, they got up from their honey wooden chairs, a manufactured heart carved in the centre of the back post, and a pastel pink cushion sat on the seat. as always.
" you may now pick up your bags, line up towards the exit and head home. goodbye. "
the speaker was heard again, robotic and with the same artificial cheery tone.
on cue, everyone picked up their bags and lined up towards the exit as instructed and headed home.
jisung heaved a small, soft sigh of relief as he finally set foot at home. he could finally take a bath.
how he craved for his polished and waxed skin to be exposed to the warm water that instantly soothed his nerves. he stripped himself out of the tight dress, submerging his body in the comfort of the water that resembled a warm hug. oh wait... he didn't know what a hug felt like.
as he scrubbed the body wash over his body, he couldn't help but wince when he rubbed his skin, the blotches of red, blue purple, or the scars that were littered on his thin legs.
he counted the bubbles that were left in the bathtub.
" 1..2..3"
he quickly slipped on a soft white hoodie and a pink skirt, which was covered by the plastic draped over it, serving as a protection from any dust. after slipping on his fuzzy socks, which was warm and cozy ( and hopefully provided some protection for his feet).
" ding! "
the notification from his phone rang, an all familiar sound. the automated message read, ' time to eat dinner! ' jisung gave a half hearted smile, before fishing out the designated food that was placed in the fridge.
" yay! "
jisung beamed when he saw that his dinner for today was two pills instead of one. he gladly swallowed them down without any suspicion, contented at the small change.
after finishing his meal, washed down with two and a half sips of warm water, he prepared Minho's dinner. he knew the older enjoyed eating spaghetti, which he made in consideration of him.
the angel hair pasta was boiling in the bubbling hot water, jisung put on a white apron with lace with a detailed small rose embroidery. while waiting for the pasta to cook, he made the sauce for the spaghetti.
he hummed a foreign tune he heard from outside these walls, that allowed for a warm feeling to settle in his guts. he was in a rather good mood, even twirling a little as he stirred the sauce.
jisung adverted his focus back onto cooking, a pristine silence filling the kitchen. only the drops of water leaking from the tap was heard, hitting the sink drop by drop.
jisung's ears pricked up as soon as he heard the doorknob turn. he looked out , only to find the once visible window, covered by the curtains.
his breath hitched in his throat as his hands shakily scrambled to turn off the stove.
" im home~ "
a sing song voice was heard from the hallway, heavy footsteps as his leather shoes thudded against the floor. jisung's heartbeat was eradicated, fists clenched around his skirt in an attempt to stop his hands from shaking even further. his legs were almost about to give out, shaking as he felt Minho's presence fill the room.
" i said im home jisungie.. where's my reply hm? "
minho approached jisung slowly, eyes never leaving the younger's frantic and dilated pupils.
jisung parted his lips, as his back roughly collided onto the wall.
" hm? where's my answer? are you really that dumb? do i have to always repeat myself? "
Minho's voice grew increasingly loud, making jisung's breathing get more and more shallow and panicked. as panic clouded his mind, no words could be formed. almost as if his words bubbled and simmered away at the last second.
jisung could only brace himself for whatever minho had up his sleeve. wiping his tears that soon welled up with his sweater paws, he cocked his head to the side as he uncertainty looked up at minho with eyes filled with uncertainty.
" oops! "
minho purposefully pushed the pot, making its contents spill all over jisung's legs, that were barely covered by his skirt and socks.
it obviously wouldn't have been that bad, if the pot wasn't filled with boiling hot water and almost fully cooked pasta.
jisung yelped as more tears pooled from his eyes, the stinging sensation of the hot water splashing down in his legs mercilessly. he tried to get away but curling his legs up, doing so much to defend himself against the relentless torture provided by the boiling hot water. however,minho being the perfect and quick-witted man he was, noticed jisung trying to get away.
he would have been a fool to have just let his lovely boy get away so easily. rolling his eyes while staring at jisung's screwed shut eyes, he stepped onto jisung's ankles to hold him in place, his leather shoes only adding to the pressure.
jisung's head was hung low as he panted softly, endless streams tears continuing to drip down.
minho looked down at jisung with faux sympathy, rolling his eyes before squatting down to be at jisung's eye level.
" maybe you should have just greeted me when i told you to hm? "
minho cooed when he saw jisung's glassy eyes that were still filled with tears, wiping away the tears that stained his cheeks and face messily. the sight of the numerous tear tracks that soon dried up only made minho feel better. what did his colleague mean when she said he had anger issues? obviously not. he was the most perfect man to ever scathe the planet. he couldn't possible have anger issues nor commit acts of domestic violence. that wasn't a perfect thing to do, was it?
jisung flinched when Minho's hands came in contact with his face. his eyes we're screwed shut as he felt the pad of Minho's finger trace his cheeks lightly, bracing himself for another round of endless torment and pure pain. however, he was surprised when he felt a stray hair that had fallen out of place be lightly brushed away. he honestly had expected that strand of hair to be plucked away as usual. what was truly unexpected, was the way jisung leaned into Minho's touch.
why would he love to be touched so gently by someone who was capable of being more than gentle?
" aww aren't you dumb? i guess hyung would have no choice but to teach you some manners hm? when i say im home, you'll say ' oh hello hyung! how was work? ' do you understand? i hate to hurt my pretty little bunny, but you leave me with no choice hm? "
Minho's hands soon grabbed onto jisung's still shaking ones, shifting the younger into a kneeling position.
even as jisung could barely comprehend what was happening due to the series of extremely traumatic events ( which happened more than once ). however, he felt his skin heat up as humiliation settled in his bones at the position he was in. kneeling with both his hands placed on his lap and his head hung low in front of minho.
" do i have to repeat myself again? "
Minho's hands tightened threateningly around jisung's skinny wrist, making the younger wince softly.
" n-n-no... h-hello h-hyung... h-how was work? "
" work was okay my pretty bunny.. now go clean up the mess while hyung showers okay? and cook dinner like a good boy alright? and you look really good today.. everyday. "
minho flashed him another smile, a smile so so pretty. so so sickly sweet.
jisung nodded dumbly, head too fuzzy and light headed to think straight or process what had happened earlier. but this was a vicious cycle that happened everyday. jisung would piss minho off in some way, not a day goes by without minho scowling about something. and there was lots of screaming, yelling, whimpering, shouting, yelping, you name it. another torturous session would begin itself, usually ending with a praise or even a rare apology that was still coated with insincerity. and minho would flash his gullible jisung another one of his perfect smile and throw him a praise that made his stomach feel fuzzy and warm. after which, jisung being the forgiving and naive boy would easily forgive him, acting as if nothing has happened.
jisung wonders if a concealer would even be enough to hide the blotches on his stick thin legs.
he wonders if anyone would notice the scars and bruises littered across his body if he didn't cover them up with anything. he wonders if junzi noticed the scars on his arms that were poorly covered by the powder from his compact.
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" jisung who did this to you? "
Minho's voice was so loud, panic settled in his eyes as he raised the boy's hoodie sleeves only to notice the blotches that stuck out awkwardly against his otherwise pale and unmarked skin.
jisung felt so light headed, more than usual. it was as if someone had wiped him if his overbearing memories last night.
if only jisung had knew that the only reason he received two pills instead of one yesterday was because one of them were sedatives.
jisung was in such pure utter shock. did minho truly not know he was the one who had inflicted all those marks on him? or was he under influence or not in the right mind when he hurt him? it has always been this way. a few new marks or scars would surface on his skin whenever minho decided he needed to " relax or relieve his stress ". and who was to say no? not jisung apparently. he never said no. because he couldn't. at least minho felt better after hitting jisung at least he felt better. that was all that mattered.
" i d-don't know.. "
jisung lied through his teeth, panic settling beyond skin deep for him to think straight. it was honestly obvious to anyone who saw beyond these walls to understand that it was solely mimho who had chased those scars and marks that gawked his skin.
jisung eyes were starting to well up with tears, overflowing with sadness and sorrow, mixed with pure fear at what minho would do.
" aww.. my poor baby... "
Minho's voice was so sickly sweet jisung swore he could've sold his plastic soul to whatever creature that wanted it for minho. that was the advantage of being the perfect man that minho was.
he felt Minho's arms wrap around his petite frame, embracing jisung in a warm hug. jisung basked in the feeling of Minho's warm arms wrapped around him, much like a cozy blanket that protected one from the blazing cold. jisung's tears seemed to have a mind of their own, soon spilling from his eyes.
jisung's heart was so happy. was this what a hug felt like? it was his first hug.. from someone that had hurt him so deeply and so badly beyond what could be healed easily.
he gasped softly as he felt mimho's palm rub up and down his small back. jisung's thin arms soon made their way to wrap around mimho's broad shoulders, copying his actions.
" i won't do it again okay honey? im so sorry... "
Minho's warm breath fanned on the crook of jisung's bony shoulders.
jisung panted softly at the overflowing affection he received which wasn't something he received very often. bless his pure heart who was so deserving of this love. however.. it wasn't love..was it?
jisung nodded his head aggressively, quick to forgive. he couldn't wait for the better days to come, as long as minho was willing to change. it would be all better.
if only mimho truly meant it. spoiler alert , of course he didn't.
the hug wasn't for love, nor sorrow. it was purely for show.
as soon as these walls were open, these walls of their dollhouse, they had to play whichever part they were given. because they were being watched. they were being played with literally.
please.
don't
let
them
see
what goes on being
closed doors.
after all, they were paper people. paper dolls living in paper walls
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