Love Bites

How Things Began..

(Hi gems, I just cleaned up this chapter a bit!)

Taeyong considers Haechan and Jaemin his only family. He vows to protect them with his life, and he does just that. Taeyong was born a cambion. Cambions are offspring of a demon and a human parent. He never had the chance to see his full abilities due to his harsh living conditions, but he knows for a fact that he can hold his own ground. He was the first one brought to the hellhole. He was stolen from his home and sold during a battle.

-FLASHBACK 15 YEARS AGO-

Taeyong was three at the time, and his mother was running into the cellar of their home. His father was out fighting against the enemies. He remembers his mom trying to barricade the room. There was an explosion, and she was thrown across the room. 

"Mama!" Cried Taeyong, rushing towards her. 

A man snatched Taeyong up and sniffed him. "Yuck, a half-breed. What do we do with it?" He questioned. 

"Take him, he's useless but could make us some profit." Sneered another man. Poor Taeyong remembers kicking and screaming. "MAMA! PAPA! MA-"

5 YEARS AFTER INCIDENT

Taeyong gasped as he was woken up with a bucket of water thrown onto his face. 

"God, I thought your worthless ass was dead. Well, make room. You're about to have company." His father announced, looking down at him. 

He tried to process the words as he blinked awake. His body was sore from last night's beating. His father came home drunk and mad that he wasn't a full demon. He was just a "waste of space and money." 

He made the mistake of stopping his father's fist mid-beating. While it was shocking to his 8-year-old self that he was strong enough to stop a strong grown wolf, it resulted in a black eye.

Company? Wha....SMACK. He held his cheek where he had just been struck. "How are you ignoring me after all I've done for you?!" "I'm sorry, sir" Taeyong replied  , getting out of bed. 

His father glared at him before saying, "I hope this new one isn't as stupid as you." And with that, he left. Taeyong felt disgust hearing that, but also worry. 

Another person was ripped away from their family into this hell. He started to move his few things to one side of the room. Hours later, his father tossed a kid into his room, then shut it. Taeyong's little heart broke at the sound of a scared 6-year-old boy's sniffles. He wanted to comfort him.

Taeyong cautiously made his way towards the crying boy. The boy heard and snapped his head towards him. Brown and black eyes met. 

"Hi there, I won't hurt you.. I promise. I" He hesitated before saying, "I was taken here too." 

The boy's eyes widen. He moved his lips to speak, "I-I am scared," he whimpered. 

Taeyong did what his mind told him to do, and he slowly pulled the boy into his arms. "It's okay, I am safe. I'm Taeyong. What's your name?" He asked. "H-Haechan. The man hurt my mommy." Taeyong's heart ached. He remembers years back, the man hurt his mama, too. He just held him as he cried.

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As time passed, Taeyong and Haechan grew closer. Taeyong told Haechan what happened to him, too, and promised to take care of Haechan. To protect him from their parents. Taeyong grew to learn that Haechan was no ordinary human, like him. After Taeyong's injuries healed, he started back to school, and Haechan was enrolled with him. It was a private one. Things were starting be somewhat normal. Neither his father nor his mother came and beat them. 

It was a few months after Haechan arrived when it happened. Haechan accidentally broke a plate during dinner and freaked out. Their mother got angry and stood up to hit him, but Taeyong stepped in the way.

 "Move, now, you worthless shit!" she shouted.

 "No! Don't hit him, he didn't mean to. I'll clean it up." Taeyong said.

 SMACK. 

Haechan's eyes widen at seeing his brother fall. That day unlocked something in him, and he remembers making things float. They flew right in the direction of his mother. His father pulled her out of the way in time and was livid. That day, both Taeyong and Haechan were beaten so badly that their father had to carry them back to the room because they were beaten unconscious.

Taeyong woke up the next day, upset and proud. Proud of how strong his brother became, but upset he couldn't protect them. He heard the door open and slid his body closer to his brother. "I'm not here to hit you. You can barely fight back anyway. That's why being a mixed breed is worthless. We're moving. Your new brother is there waiting for us," and with that, he left. New brother... more like new victim. He sighed, looking at Haechan. He needs to figure out a way out.

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After they moved, as promised, came their new brother. Jaemin.

 He, unlike them, had no recollection of what happened before he got here. He was 5 at the time. Taeyong believes he was put under some type of spell. Jaemin was covered in blood that wasn't his. 

Jaemin was scared, but more so confused. Haechan immediately grew to love the boy with his infectious smile. It was healing. Taeyong had to admit that after Jaemin, things got better for a bit. 

They didn't get abused, at least physically, unless they talked back. They became maids before and after school. At night, they were forced to stay in their room with little food. During these days, Taeyong started to train while teaching his little brothers. They had to fight when needed. They needed to know how to just in case something worse happens.

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Poor boys... hopefully things start to get better now that they have each other to rely on.

Thank you for reading!