⚠️TW!⚠️ (This may include light abuse, aggressive fighting, blood, familial violence.)

Tear-filled eyes, yelling, flinching. Anger, misunderstanding. You could barely even coherent sentences. Your boyfriend, Minho, did it with your best friend an hour ago.

"For 2 fucking years all you do is misunderstand! You don't let me explain!" He snapped, raising his hand, angry and defensive. He tried to calm you down in a gentle manner, yet you wouldn't listen. He had to shout. You flinched, your childhood trauma kicking in. That was the whole reason you two never fight, as in never. You never shouted at him and he never shouted at you even if you two were raging. You just couldn't hold in the urge to scold him because having- well- it with your best friend is just shitty.

Flashback: There was yelling, shattered glass, aggression- hard aggression. Hiding in the corner didn't muffle the shouting from the other room. You were 8. 8 when your mom and dad agued everyday, screaming at each other, yet this time was different. You were shaking, desperately covering your ears. A loud thud hit the floor, your eyes widened as you barged into the living room, in your purple pajamas and white socks. Mom was unconscious on the floor, blood running down her head, and nonetheless dad was still yelling at her, unaware of her unconsciousness. The shouting-

You gasped, your head diverting back to reality. Your trauma took over your mind, and Minho was right beside you, panicking. This wasn't the first time you blacked out due to your childhood replaying. You were crying. Even 13 years later you remember it so vividly. Your eyes met a relieved Minho, and you suddenly remembered the argument you guys had.

You pushed him away, standing up. The fact that he did it with her came to mind. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave, forcing you to turn around.

"Baby I'm sorry, you don't know the full story it's her fault! You can do anything you want to me, slap me, shout at me, just don't leave me." He pleaded.