Red Lights |Hyunchan|

~8~

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"Stop it!" Hyunjin screamed, though there was no point. They would never stop, despite his screaming.

"You need to learn a lesson." Hyunjin's dad's voice rang out, tugging his hair to look at him. Hyunjin whimpered, his nose already bleeding.

"Daddy?.." Hyunjin cried, but his dad didn't have a reaction as he forced Hyunjin on his back. Hyunjin's eyes widened, recognizing this position almost immediately. "No..no!" Hyunjin screamed, kicking and attempting to back away from his dad. His dad gripped his ankles, forcing his legs to be spread open.

"Just accept it."

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"Just accept it."

"Hyunjin?"

"Just accept it."

"Hyunjin!"

"Just accept it."

"Hyunjin, please!"

Hyunjin's eyes shot open, and he took in a sharp, painful breath. He was sweating bullets, his stomach hurt. His fingers felt tingly, and his ankles could still feel his father's hands.

Hyunjin shot up, breathing heavily. His lips were so chapped he could taste the blood. Hyunjin looked around, he was in such an unfamiliar environment, and nothing felt grounding in this moment.

"Hyunjin, accept it."

Hyunjin covered his eyes slowly.

"Accept it. You're always going to be daddy's little boy."

Hyunjin shook his head. "Stop it.."

"Hyunjin?"

"Stop!" Hyunjin tugged his hair, his body convulsing.

"Hey, hey precious please look at me." That voice..

Hyunjin turned his head in the direction of the voice. Chan.

Hyunjin broke. He threw his arms around Chan's neck, sobbing uncontrollably against his chest. Chan was the only familiar thing in this environment.

Chan was very taken aback. Hyunjin never made the first move like. Ever. But he wasn't going to complain. He would never complain about his precious Hyunjin.

Chan placed one hand on the back of Hyunjin's head, the other on his back. He felt the boy shiver beneath his touch, and Chan was confused. What had happened?

Hyunjin couldn't speak, couldn't form a single thought as the only thing occupying his mind at the moment were thoughts of his father. The way he touched him. The way he spoke to him.

Hyunjin hated the memories. He quickly covered his ears, still staying next to Chan.

"Go..away!" Hyunjin yelled, causing Chan to frown. He gently patted Hyunjin's back trying his best to offer some form of comfort.

"What's wrong, precious? Talk to me." Chan tried to convince him to talk, maybe it was for the best. "I-i- t-t-dad- i-"

Nevermind. It wasn't for the best.

"Shh." Chan whispered, choosing to remain quiet as Hyunjin continued to cry.

Hyunjin couldn't bring himself back to reality. He was stuck in the past and he couldn't stop crying. He couldn't get the thought out of his head. The way his father would touch him, or the way his friends would strip him away from all the things he dearly loved, or the way his mom would yell crude things at him.