The mirror in front of you reflected a pale girl, with a lot of bruises on her face, arms and neck. Purple, blue and yellow bruises. A silent tear dropped from your eyes. Your hair was a mess, your clothes ripped a bit. You looked miserable. You ran a hand through your hair, brushing them back. Your bruises in your face was now showing more. It was difficult to breath. You ran your hands over your face, taking a deep breath.

You turned to look at the mess around you. The bottles of wine and beer were laying everywhere on the ground. There was broken glass near the wall next to your bed. Your boyfriend was laying on the bed, he passed out after the biggest fight that came to happen every day, every morning and every night.

You inhale deeply and held your breath for a long time enough to bring yourself again and prevent yourself from breaking parts. You started to clean the room little by little. Holding the glass and the bottles, throwing them on the garbage.

It had been awhile since your boyfriend started to hit you like a crazy person, to show violent, to talk vulgar. He wasn’t like this the first time you met him. He was gentle and kind to you. You loved him deeply. It was fine and everything seemed perfect until he started to drink wine and beer way too much. He drank them more than water. It became hard for you. He would lose control and hit you and when he sobered, he would apologize to you, telling you that he didn’t mean to do this and that was the affection of the alcohol.

You tried many time to make him stop drinking but he hit you, griping you by the hair, telling you that who gave you the right to order him around. You tried to run away once but he found you, telling you he couldn’t live without you and that you were so important to him. You hadn’t the courage to refuse, there was a slight feeling for him still inside you. You felt that you couldn’t just betray him and leave him. He once was something to you.

Your phone vibrate, you looked at your boyfriend who was still sleeping. You sighed and got the call.

“Hello” You answer your phone with weak voice.

“Noona?” your eyes widened as you heard the familiar excited voice that you had known for so long.

“Bambam” You called him out of excitement, your voice raised a bit. You heard a growl from your boyfriend so you lowered your voice, hoping he wouldn’t wake up. “How are you boy?”

“I am fine Noona, how are you?”

You sighed, hoping that he wouldn’t hear the depression in your voice. But he did. “Noona are you okay?”

“Noona is fine bambam. I just missed you”

“Me too, I missed you so much”

You had talked about a lot of things: His debut and his school and about your life after leaving the company as you were a trainee at JYP that was why you knew bambam and other kids, but bambam was the closest to you.

“When I’ll be able to see you Noona?”

“Soon bambam let’s meet soon okay?”

“Okay Noona” He grinned, you smiled at his silliness. He always had been a cute brother and friend to you.

“Brat just calling your Noona after all this time” You mumbled to yourself after hanging up with him, smiling to yourself. But a voice made your smile fade.

“You look beautiful when you smile” your boyfriend said, still half asleep and half drunk.

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