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18. Discover bruises covering your muse’s body [au?]
The boy wasn’t talking. He was sitting their in his stubborn silence, eyes purposely trained on the floor between them, lips pressed into a thin line. Moonsik stared at him, eyes narrowed and arms folded across his chest as he thought of the next course of action. “Mingyu—” He was cut off by a swift glare from the other before his eyes once more looked down at the ground as if they were trying to bore a hole right through the floor.
Fuck. This wasn’t going to be easy.
“Ya. How long are you going to stay silent?” Moonsik asked quietly stepping closer to the younger male. Silence greeted his words—not that he expected an answer. Stubborn little shit. He sighed as he rubbed his neck; looked like he’d have to do it the more difficult way. Swift as a snake, Moonsik’s hand reached out and latched onto Mingyu’s wrist holding it in a vice like grip.
“Get the fuck off me!”
Mingyu was tall and strong but he still clung onto his wrist despite the struggle. “Would you just— fucking stop?!” Moonsik grunted as his other hand forced the sleeve of Mingyu’s sweater up revealing a mixture of fresh, vivid bruising, and other, paler, yellow mottled ones. The younger male stilled in his grip, all the fight seeming to leave his body though his muscles were still tensed as if waiting for the perfect moment to make his escape.
“What happened to you, boy?”












