Love Beyond Expectations

Chapter 45: Suho's Struggles

Hey y'all,

Just a heads up before we dive into this chapter: it contains some adult content that's based on real-life experiences. I want to make sure you know this isn't just a story—it's a reflection of something someone has actually lived through.

Trigger Warning: This chapter deals with themes of sexual assault and trauma, which might be triggering for some readers. If these topics are sensitive for you, or if you're not in the right headspace to tackle such content, it might be best to skip this chapter. Your well-being is important, and taking care of yourself should always come first.

Remember, stories like these are shared not to sensationalize or exploit, but to shine a light on the dark parts of human experience, in the hope of fostering understanding, empathy, and, ultimately, healing.

Take care of yourselves, loves.

💜 Sunflowersatdusk

The memories of that fateful day from Suho's childhood haunted him like a persistent shadow, casting a dark pall over his relationship with his older brother, Joon. The wounds ran deep, etched into his soul, and even years later, they were as fresh as if they had just been inflicted.

Suho and Joon, in their early years, were typical brothers, inseparable and filled with laughter. They walked home from school together, sharing stories and secrets, blissfully unaware of the turmoil that would soon shatter their innocence.

It was a crisp autumn day when they found themselves on the same path they'd walked countless times before. First and third graders, Suho and Joon wore matching backpacks, their footsteps synchronized in perfect harmony. Their bond was strong, their brotherly love unwavering.

But on that particular afternoon, the world took a cruel twist. Out of nowhere, like malevolent specters, three high-school bullies appeared, the metal in their ears glinting in the sunlight.

Suho watched in horror as the lead bully grabbed Joon's bag and tossed it high in the air, its contents scattered along the dusty pathway. One grabbed Suho by his shoulder straps, sending a shot of terror racing down his spine.

A war was raging inside Suho. It's my fault, he screamed in his mind. I'm so scared. He froze, his body paralyzed by fear.

"Do you know him?" the bully demanded, his voice tinged with menace, his eyes locked on Joon.

Joon's heart raced, torn between loyalty to his brother and the fear of becoming the bullies' next target. He swallowed hard and, with a heavy heart, shook his head. "No, I don't know him," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Joon took off like a whirlwind, his long, gangly legs pumping with every stride. He ran toward his bag, and the sight of his brother's frozen panic fueled his adrenaline.is feet stumbling across the gravel, Suho tried to run after Joon, but the grip on his bag was too strong.

"Hey, get off me!" Suho yelled, his voice quavering.

The bully chuckled and tossed him forward. They were now in a back alley, littered with trash and debris. Suho had never felt more vulnerable, and the crushing sense of hopelessness nearly tore him in two.

His heart thudding wildly, Suho slid down the wall, his back scraping against the brick. But instead of hurting him, the bully knelt and unzipped his pants, exposing the pale flesh of his inner thigh.

"Does this feel good?" He taunted, running his fingernail up the length of Suho's thigh.

Tears pricked at Suho's eyes as the bully moved his hand further inward, finding his way towards Suho's underwear.