Lee Minho and Felix had a rough start in life... they landed inside the local Orphanage near Gimpo and spent the majority of their teenage years there.
With a thirst to change their life, the ran away.
Minho got himself into Underground fights, ille...
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This story contains some sensitive content of the following that may not be suitable for all ages.
- Health Disorders: Depression, Social Anxiety, Generalized Anxiety, Eating habits, Insomnia, PTSD
- Mentions of Suicide, Mentions of Death
- Bullying, assault
- Course Language
- Brief mention of intimate scenes.
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"Leave my brother alone!"
Minho used all the strength to push himself up off the carpeted floor. The rug burn irritating his skin. He spit out crimson blood that dripped from his gums just so he could yell out again. His mother slapped the side of his head causing his world to blacken, she too screaming and yelling incoherently.
"You deserve this- both ruined- everything!" She hiccupped as she landed on the couch intoxicated. Minho's father cackling at Felix's pain. The screams shrilling as he tried fighting back. But what 14-year-old could fight back enough.
"Please! Stop!" Minho sputtered finally gaining enough strength to stand on his own two feet. His dead-beat parents had the younger one by the throat dangling a foot off the ground. Too weak to fight back as Minho watched his little brothers' eyes rolling. This pushed him over the edge, shoving his shoulder into the male he had addressed as father, causing the two of them to topple down the landing. He couldn't stand watching his brother get beat up anymore. He had enough of watching them be tormented, abused and slandered. He punched and punched and punched. Constantly causing his fathers head to bounce off the floor as he had him pinned underneath himself.
"I hate you!" He screamed out, "how does it feel being underneath me, after all the times you hurt us huh?!" One punch, two punch. Minho was exhausting himself. His fist throbbed of a painful sensation as the blood from his dad washed over his skin.
finally stopping when he heard a small whimper come from above the landing. His eyes widened at what he did. Standing up stumbling and frantic of what he just did. He sees the dead-beat father wasn't dead, he could see his chest rising. Minho ran up the stairs to his brother who laid there choking out cries.
His throat was swollen, his deep red hair slicked with sweat, and beads rolled down his face. Pulling him into his embrace holding tightly onto his fragile younger sibling. His eyes glossed, he was shaking, overwhelming his own trembles. Chest beating at what felt like 30 miles per hour.
Soon enough cops were here pulling his father onto a stretcher, who laid there on the brinks of being unconscious. His mother who was on the couch was wasted drunk waking up to the commotion and soon being arrested herself. He refused to let anyone near Felix. Minho's eyes sharp as he held his brother whose breathing was staggered.
"Stay away!" He swatted at the abundance of arms that were trying to pry Felix from his arms.
"Look... We just want to make sure you're both okay?" An older lady whispered, her voice low and Calm, as she started shoving around the members around her away. She clearly understood how unsteady and freaked out Minho was with the abundance of arms trying to pry him away from his brother.
"I know you're scared... Minho, right? We need to see if any damage was done to you boys... We need to make sure neither of you are severely hurt."
Minhos eyes glared, holding tighter onto his baby brother, the woman taking notice again.
"You hold your baby brother likes he's your world-" Minho tightened his grip around Felix, letting tears fall down onto his younger brothers face.
He could see his mother drunkenly be shoved out to a cop car. She was screaming 'n' yelling frantically. He looked at his world, Felix's' eyes half lidded with a small smile.
