ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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It was 4:30, two hours after school has ended, as Yunho settled in the art workshop, pulling out his favourite paintbrush and aged wooden palate, he stared at the canvas with motivation. Swirls of blue, pink and green started to fill up the canvas, painting a scenery of a serene garden. Peonies and Daises splatter across the center of the painting, a feeling of contentment filling up Yunho's body. If only he knew what was awaiting him just outside the door.

Time flies by as Yunho immerses himself in his art, blocking out the outside world from his personal bubble, detaching himself from reality as the paintbrush glides over the fabric of the canvas. Soon enough, The painting has dried up and was ready for display. Yunho grabbed a sleek black pen, signed his name and date onto the wooden frame and placed it in the "Latest Works" Section, smiling brightly at what he has created.

He packs up, delicately placing his washed paintbrush and palate into his bag. Yunho pulls out his earpods and shoves them in his ears, playing the sweet melody of 90's japanese music into his ears.

As soon as Yunho steps out of the workshop, he is roughly pulled by the back of his collar into the bathroom. Shit, Wooyoung. Yunho slams against the wall, the back of his head pulsating against the dirty tiles. He looks up to find none other than the Big 5; Jaehyun, Mingi, Jungwon, Taehyun and last but certainly not least, the leader Wooyoung.

"Pathetic ass, look at you." Wooyoung holds up Yunho's chin, his grip tightening by the second, "Did you really think reporting us would make us go away?" he spat, snapping his fingers in Jungwon's direction, "Get him."

Jungwon then lifts up Yunho by his arms, making up stumble in the process. Mingi then squared up on him, punching Yunho left and right creating bulging bruises on his sides. Taehyun pulls on Yunho's chestnut locks, making him shriek in pain, all while Jaehyun recorded the whole ordeal. Wooyoung saw Yunho's phone slide out of his pocket; he picks it up and stares at the passcode screen.

"What's your fucking passcode?" Wooyoung demanded, saliva escaping his mouth as he spoke.

"..5- OW! 82.." Yunho groaned in pain, "71"

Wooyoung unlocked the phone, his eyes darting at the notification coming from the messages app, clicking on it showed a chat with Wooyoung's girlfriend, Y/N. Wooyoung's veins popped out of his skull.

"What in the fuck do you think you're doing, MESSAGING MY GIRLFRIEND?!" Wooyoung slapped Yunho's cheek, a red hand mark engraving his skin. Yunho winced in pain. "ANSWER ME DIPSHIT!"

"I-I was messaging her c-cause she forgot her b-bottle." Yunho stammered, Mingi's punches starting to take a toll on his consciousness.

"Why would you have her number in the first placed?" Taehyun asked as he started to pull out scissors and cut strands of his hair.

"I g-got it from a f-friend." Yunho bowed his head down.

"Bullshit, you have no friends." Wooyoung slapped Yunho again, the mark stinging his skin. "Mingi?"

"Yeah?" He answered, starting to get bored of the somewhat light punches.

"Bloody him up" Wooyoung commanded, pulling out a bright orange vape, taking a puff and blowing it in Yunho's face.

Mingi nodded and he let go of Yunho, just to grab him by the collar and punch, kick and slap his face till it was unrecognizable. Yunho's eyes swelled up and mouth was covered in blood, splattering at each hit. His face was so bruised that you couldn't tell the colour of his skin due to the blue and purple marks hiding his face. Mingi then kicked Yunho to the ground and smashed his chin with the end of his foot, repeatedly kicking his neck to the point of suffocation. All Yunho did was scream for help, begging that someone hears and saves him from his hell on earth.

"Does he really think screaming is going to help?" Jungwon muttered to Jaehyun, laughing to the scene playing out in front of him.

After what seemed like eternity, Wooyoung gestured for Mingi to stop the beating, deciding that this was enough, for now. Jaehyun stops the recording and snaps a few pictures of Yunho, his features smeared by bruises and blood. Tears couldn't even spill out as his eyes were too swelled up to open. Wooyoung's phone buzzed, "<3" was calling.

"Later, cunt." Wooyoung walked out of the bathroom, his minions following behind.

Once they had left, Yunho weakly got up; his limbs shaking from the abuse he endured, His music could be faintly heard from the earpods that were dropped. he went to the nearest sink, looking up at his disheveled appearance. Yunho started washing his face, his blood going down the drain. He went over to his bag, thinking ahead, pulled out rubbing alcohol, cotton pads and bandages. He started patching himself up, slowly the cuts have been covered up. After he was done, Yunho looks back at his face in the mirror, his eyes swollen like plums. Shit. Thank god his parents are away for work.

After cleaning up and covering his cuts, Yunho decided to head back home, his knees still weak from the beating. As he raised his head up to look at his surroundings, he saw the apartment complexes and business headquarters towering above him, blocking the afternoon sky above. Once he arrived at his house, he took his house keys and unlocked the front door, the familial scent filling his nose. Yunho locked the door behind him as he took off his shoes and hung his bag on the hook. He sighed in relief as he plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through channels to try to find an interesting one. 

Once he found a channel playing the newest drama series, Yunho let it play in the background and started to make some dinner. He grabbed some eggs and instant tteokbokki and put it over fire in a pot and let it simmer. In those 3 minutes, he changed from his school uniform to a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie 3 sizes larger than him. His food was done and poured it in a bowl and sat in the living room watching the drama. Minutes turned into hours as Yunho's mind went numb, still affected by what happened earlier, eventually he turned off the TV, put the bowl in the sink and went to bed.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly, signalling it was midnight, and Yunho still couldn't sleep. He was staring at the map of the school, planning how to get to and from classes with the least amount of interactions with the Big 5 while filling up his mini first aid kit as he didn't know what would happen to him the next day.

Yunho then put the map away and opened his phone, a crack present across the screen from when it fell out. He read the messages between him and Y/N that made Wooyoung's blood boil

"Hey, this is Yunho, from English Lit? You left your bottle in class, I have it with me. If you're still at school I can give it to you." - 2:36 PM

"just put it in the lost and found thx" - 3:07 PM

Yunho didn't understand what made Wooyoung so angry, but if he dared to argue he would be dead. He put his phone to charge and went to sleep, anxiety intruding his sweet dreams.