Enhypen Sickfics

Trauma ~ Sunoo🥀

unusuallixie

⚠️TW!!⚠️ Abusive parents, blood, scars, bruises 

Sunoo couldn't believe himself as the manager's car drove down the road. The HYBE building had been burnt down, reasons unknown. The members would be living with their families until the building was rebuilt. Ni-ki was fortunate to stay with Jungwon until he got a flight to Japan. However, Sunoo's case right now was much different, here he was, going to the worst place on this earth, his parent's house. He tried so hard to stay with his sister, however, she lives relatively far, and it would not be possible. 

Sunoo was terrified, the place he did all he could to avoid, even auditioning as much as he did, to get out of it, only to have to go back, for potentially years! "Manager-nim? Is it ok if you just drop me off here?" Sunoo asked in a quiet voice, dread filling his body. The manager parked the car beside the sidewalk, "Are you sure? We've driven pretty far out," The manager said as Sunoo grabbed his bag, "Yeah, the driveway is a little hard to get up so I think it'll just be easier if you drop me off here," Sunoo said opening the door. "Ok but promise you'll text me when you get there?" The manager said as he rolled down the passenger side window so they could speak. "Yep, bye manager-nim," Sunoo said waving before walking off.

Sunoo was trying hard not to cry, the entirety of the situation was horrible, he took out his phone and began looking at the photos as he walked down the quiet neighborhood, it wasn't a horrible place, but known for having families in the foster care system. As he searched, he found an old picture of his biological family, before they passed. He sighed, remembering them, it was nice back then. They were sweet people, however, they passed when Sunoo was 9 due to lung cancer. They had both smoked, but not much around Sunoo, they didn't want him to pick up their bad habits. 

Sunoo stopped when he saw the familiar mailbox at his adoptive family's house. Oh, how he hated seeing it. The house looked like your average middle-class family, you would never expect the parents of one to be such horrible people. They already knew about Sunoo's stay,  before he was going to call him they already called him first, seeing the news about it. It sickened Sunoo to his core, however, he had to enter the house eventually, instead of just menacingly staring at it with hatred. He walked to the front door, quickly texted his manager, and began mentally preparing himself, before hesitantly knocking on the door.

Sunoo heard voices on the other side, two women and a man, which had confused him. Soon his question was answered by the door being flung open by an older man. He had brown hair, wearing jeans and a shirt, he looked neutral, before realizing who was at the door. His expression changed to a smirk as Sunoo came through the door. "Look's like the brat is back!" he yelled pushing Sunoo harshly. "Really? Well, that's lovely," an older woman said walking in. She had long black hair, calm eyes, and was wearing some kind of evening dress. "Well, he's lucky on his timing, we're leaving in 10 minutes, do us a favor and make this house look better, it's a little filthy from your father's last party," she said eyeing the older man at the end of her sentence. "Father my ass," Sunoo thought mentally rolling his eyes. "Your old room will be your room for now, and we've become a little nicer than before, you can leave the house twice a month, not including housework for outside. Anywho get your filthy self out of our sight," She said nastily as Sunoo turned to the staircase. 

"You know it's rude to not say goodbye to us, correct?" The older man said grabbing Sunoo by his hair and holding him to his face. "Y-Yes sir," Sunoo said as the man threw him to the ground. Before any more words could be said, a car honk could be heard outside. The people left as Sunoo was left alone, he heavily sighed as he stood back up and walked up the stairs to his old room. "This is going to be even worse than before..." Sunoo thought opening the door. Everything was still there, his bed and dresser. He sighed before going downstairs to see the damage he was cleaning.