But, it was useless to think of that now, all the 'what if's' because he knew who had his heart. Youngjae whimpered softly as he tried to get up from the bed, finally managing to sit up and gently throw his legs over the bed. It took even longer to stand up and limp to the bathroom. Every single inch of his body hurt, his chest felt like there were knives in it. I should hate him for this. Youngjae thought, slowly stripping off his clothing and when he finally looked at himself, he let out a soft gasp. His face and body bruised and cut, blood dried on his skin.