Survive - Taegyu

Chapter 1 : The beginning

Comfortable. Comfortable is what Beomgyu would call the womb he was in until it wasn't. Until the poison started infiltrate his home. Until the alcohol started to enter his blood stream. Until he was forced out of his home, squeezed on the way out. Beomgyu fought hard with all his might to stay, but ultimately lost the battle. The second battle was a victory for Beomgyu, the battle of life . As soon as Beomgyu was born he was rushed out of the room, not even given the chance to curse out the person who forced him out of his poisoned home. Placed in a little box with tubing covering his whole body. Beomgyu was born to early. The person to blame his addict and drunk person that he would later find was his so called mother. His father, well he isn't doing that much better. He stayed in his box for two months, and not once did his parents visit him. The day Beomgyu was relased into the care of his so called parents was the first time he ever met them. He decided the moment he met his parents he was so fucked. By the time Beomgyu turned one, he already knew that his parents where a hopeless pair of idiots and it would be his job to take care of the idiots. Beomgyu reaching the age of two already knew how to say his name, lock the door, dial the police, give his address, and to heat up tteokbokki in the microwave. At the age of three Beomgyu knew what NARCAN was, as he had to use it on his parents multiple times. He had a routine down, spray the NARCAN , turn his parents on their sides, clean up the throw up, and place a glass of nice cool water next to them for when they regained consciousness. This was Beomgyus childhood, usually people get to say how their parents picked them up from school everyday, kissed their scrapes and bruises, have their drawings hanged in the fridge, get to go to the park to play with their friends, but not Beomgyu. Beomgyu didn't get this luxury, he used to be sad and cried about it, but learned his life is different from the other, and he had to accept that. Although his parent's weren't all that great, they were still his parents, they made sure he had food in the fridge, water to drink, a way to get to school, and a roof over his head, so if all Beomgyu had to do was his routine a few times a month then so be it. At least that's how Beomgyu saw it, his parents would be his parents and keep him fed and dry, at least that's what he thought. Beomgyu quickly learned that wasn't the case the day of his fifth birthday when he saw a man give his parent a couple 100 won in exchange for Beomgyu. He was given away, like he was some type of property, a thing that could be sold. He never saw his parents again after that day, he assumes that they didn't make it since he wasn't around to deliver the NARCAN, and a few years later he learned he was right.