𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 ✔

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TW: Suicide and child abuse

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"Seo Changbin, how many times have I told you that you can't keep doing this?!" His mother shouted in frustration and anger while he was staring out the window, watching the trees zoom pass him as they drove down the highway.

"He started it..."

"I don't care who started it, Bin! You should know better than to hit your classmate and then proceed to keep doing it! This school costed me a fortune to get you in to and you get suspended for a second time? You will get expelled next time and I am not having it!" His mother yelled as her eyes focused on the road in front of her. After a long moment, she sighed, too mad at her son at the moment to even continue to speaking. After that, the car ride was silent.

Eight-year-old Changbin had a slightly bruised fist from punching his classmate after he was insulted by him. He won the fight and that was all that mattered to him. At such a young age, Changbin had anger issues. A simple insult would cause the young child to stand up and throw a whole diss track at them, insulting them much worse than they did to him and ending it with brutal physical contact. The feeling of victory and knowing he won the argument or battle was the best feeling in the world for Changbin.

He got that from his father...

Changbin and his mother were abused by his father physically and emotionally for years. He could do nothing against the harsh slaps across his face everytime he did something that his father didn't like, but things changed as time went on. When his mother first talked about Changbin having a fight with another student, his father was proud of him. Of course, arguments would spark between his parents and his mother would sometimes get hit in the end, but Changbin was never slapped again. His father loved the fact that his son was doing something right for once and since he never received any praise from his father before... it felt good and he wanted more. Or maybe he was doing it so he wouldn't be hit anymore.

"Bin..." His mother called softly with tears running down her cheeks secretly. Changbin looked at the back of his mother's head as she continued to drive. "Is your father inspiring you to do this? Do you believe that hurting others will bring you satisfaction in the future?"

"They hurt me first, Mommy. They deserved it," Changbin mumbled, feeling a bit angry with his mother. His classmate insulted his dream of becoming a famous rapper. He didn't understand why he got so angry, but he just... did. The laughter made his blood boil and his mind was just telling him to teach him a lesson.

"Changbin, there will times where words hurt you, but the consequences is something you should think about more before you respond," his mother lectured with a few sniffles. She was afraid of her son. He was becoming more and more like his father and as his mother... it was her job to teach him right from wrong. It scared her greatly that he will do something in the far future that he will regret.

Things did end up getting worse and worse.

At a young age, Changbin wasn't playful at all. He was serious, overly competitive, and didn't like the thought of being friends with other kids. He was alone and suffering despite not even knowing about it. His father was toxic, but he failed to see that after he was blinded by the praise he was given by him everytime he did something bad. His father taught him to never trust people and to teach them a lesson when they hurt him... and so he did... and it felt good.

He continued to do it - outside and inside of school. He remembered how it felt to be on the other end. To be beaten and on the losing side. His father taught him that the hard way, but when he got a taste of being on the winning side, he was addicted. With violence, Changbin was able to feel the surge of power when he would fight someone weaker or someone who has insulted him. His father was proud of him and he never hit him again. Changbin learned from his father and took after him more... leaving his mother to watch her own son become like the man she hated most.