Seungmin's father threw him down, holding a gun to his head, so hard it left a bruise. The cold metal pressed against his temple, leaving an indentation that would match the emotional scar long after the physical one faded. The smell of gunpowder mixed with his father's whiskey breath created a nauseating combination that burned his nostrils.

"If you kiss a boy, I'm gonna shoot you dead." Seungmin's father pressed the trigger just as a warning.. it didn't shoot, but his dad's eyes showed he wished it did. The sound of the trigger clicking echoed in the small room, louder than any actual gunshot would have been.

Seungmin didn't take kindly to such behavior. Tell him not to do something and he'll do just that. He banged his dad's head into the wall, restraining him, digging his nails into his father's neck mercilessly. The drywall cracked under the impact, leaving a small indentation that matched the one forming on his father's skull.

"...There's a really fucking hot boy waiting for me.. how about you watch?" Seungmin grinned with malice as he grabbed the gaffer tape, slamming his dad's head down and binding his legs, ankles, wrists, mouth and eyes. The shed smelled of motor oil and rust, providing the perfect prison for his father's outdated beliefs.

Prowling into the yard with a smile, Seungmin spotted his best friend leaning against the fence on his phone. The afternoon sun cast golden streaks through his hair as he looked up, noticing the blood on Seungmin's hands. But by then it was too late to escape what was coming next.