querencia. [nomin/jaeno]

Stained Glass Eyes And Colorful Tears

Growing up without parents was hard, especially when you hadn't even known who they were. Thrown to the streets after failed abortions, grabbed by hands of those who held evil behind their veils. Living in an orphanage was already an experience, depending on where you had been staying. But, when you were in the eyes of those who 'worshipped god,' your every movement was watched, every sin you have committed punished, especially if you were unlike the other boys in the building.

Jaemin surprisingly wasn't a natural pink haired boy. His dark hair fell over his eyes, his hands before him on the wooden desk; red burns had slit down his wrists, the sensation still tingling as he held his head down. A hand was brought down again, holding a long wooden ruler, slapping his arms again as the other kids could do nothing but watch.

The nun stood next to his desk scoffed, turning back to the chalk board to continue todays lesson.

The boy would run away days later, grinning as he felt freedom drip over his bones. Rain drowning him and cleansing him of the pain from the building he escaped from. The yard was large of the big orphanage, but he had managed run across the whole thing without getting caught. The boy would've much rather been homeless than continue staying at the orphanage.

Although, when the positive fire bloomed from his chest; he was once again found only a days later, his voice screaming from his chest as he was dragged back to the orphanage.

This time, he wasn't to stay there though. He was thrown into the back of a van, no knowledge of where he was being sent to; and when the young boy was released into the light, he squinted as he read the sign above the small camp.

God's Camp for Troubled Boys.

For the first week, it had almost seemed better than the orphanage he had lived in all his life. He was given proper meals, he had an actual mattress on his bed, he was allowed to laugh with his friends; but not too much obviously, for when he had laughed a bit too hardly with one of the boys, he was taken away from his room for the night.

A tall man had taken him to a cabin, one he knew was meant for staff only. He was thrown onto the ground, and he awaited a punishment for something he hadn't known he had even done. But the man spat on him, grinning at the fear in the boys eyes.

"I can see why you were sent here now." The man looked evil.

"You're a pretty little fag."

Jaemin found another place to grow hatred for, as that night the man forced things into him no matter how hard he thrashed.

The good thing out of this camp, was he had met Renjun there. Renjun was a tempered boy, but Jaemin thought he was funny. They grew decently close, and stuck to each others side for a majority of the days.

They even clung to each other when the camp was raided, a group of men killing every adult there, before taking the couple of kids to their liking; which had included Jaemin and Renjun.

That's the day Jaemin became a member of the club he had currently resided at, being forced to become a 'dancer.' If he recalls correctly, he had been about fourteen, and so had Renjun.

As pink haired present Jaemin had left their apartment that day to go to work, he had every intention to find some sort of information that would help him find his brother.

When he had found out Chenle had been taken, it took everything inside him to not break down. For Chenle had only been a couple years older than Jaemin had been when he was stolen from that camp, and he had never wanted these men to touch someone else like they had been touching him all these years.