𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ♡︎ | dotae au

she's listening...

it was the day after taeyong had spend the night at jungwoo's house, having to spend half of the time with his bestfriend and boyfriend continuously flirting. purposely making puking sounds each time they kiss. it was a fun night nevertheless. he was back home now though, sitting on his bed and listening to the loud sounds of his mother and father arguing downstairs. it didn't take long until he heard the front door slam and angry footsteps stomping up the old stairs.

staring at his door, he waited, waited for the moment his father would burst through that door and blame him for everything. and he would just have to take it, better him than his little brothers. he'd do anything for those children even his father denied him the right to be near them half the time. constantly telling him he'd rub his fâggötnêss onto his brothers. to be told-

he was broken from his thoughts when the door finally opened, but it wasn't his dad. more surprisingly, it was his brothers scrambling to get inside. shutting the door and locking it behind them. their shaking figures rain to taeyong, hugging him tightly. who groaned since his body was still sore, being his reason for missing school today.

despite his pain, he held his brothers close to him and tried to calm their flowing tears. "h he tried to hit u us with the pan yongie.." his brother sobbed out, his heart shattering with each word. what could they do, their mother was so blindless and walked out each time the two of them got into a fight. leaving her kids defenseless against the beast and to fend for themselves.

"hey hey, it's okay. i won't ever let him hurt you guys, you know that?" he spoke softly and as calmly as he could. taeyong watched them with saddened eyes, all three jumping from the banging tohis bedroom door.

taeyong hurried them into his closet, hushing them before he closed the door. just in time as his father broke the door from it's hinges, throwing a glass at the male. "where are the little pieces of shït huh?! you fûckîñg hear me you fâggöt!" his father belted, words slurred and he could smell the burning sent of the liquor from where he stood.

the red haired male didn't speak, eyes casted to the ground, which only angered his father even more. "i know you heard me, i could hear you ungrateful fûckérs on the otherside of the door. you think you can protect those abominations?" he stated, ridicule clear in his voice. "p please dad.." taeyong's voice came out barely above a whisper.

things moved to quickly, his father gripping his hair and throwing him to the ground, a painful kick landing to his abdomen. soon followed by the cracking noices of a belt, the buckle hitting across his delicate body multiple times. "p please..!" he screamed out, the pain unbearable and a harsh hit of a booted heal hitting him in the face. groaning with pain, "father please.. please stop.." his voice broke at the end.

his father still unsatisfied with the scene in front of him, he stomps his foot against the smaller male's chest. finally happy with the pain he caused the other at the loud shriek of pain, he stumbled his way out of the room.

the closet door creaked open and his brothers slowly crawled to their elder that lay on the floor, blood spewing from his lips with each cough. "h hyung..?" the youngest of the two little ones whimpered out, tugging at taeyong's shirt. taeyong mustered up his last bit of strength and brought his weak hand up to caress his brother's head. "i'm okay buddy, as long as you are too.." he stated before coughing once again. black spots filled his vision once more, eyelids getting heavy to keep open.

he saw the silhouette of his mother, a scoff falling from his lips before he completely blacked out.

she actually listens..