youth ; jaeyong

one ; terror

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" jaehyun, get up now. "

i grimaced at my stepdad's slurred words, sitting up from my uncomfortable bed.

another day that dragged on, only to come home to my stepdad knocking over objects in the house.

i sleepily staggered to my feet, getting ready for another endless day at college.

even after my countless attempts at making my stepdad proud, he would only roll his eyes at my straight a's, claiming I needed to work harder.

i threw on my clothes, styling my hair quickly. i slipped on my shoes and threw my book bag over my shoulder.

i didn't want to be around my drunken stepfather any longer then I had to be.

ever since mom left two years ago, he'd been stumbling in the door, eyes glazed over with the poison of alcohol.

she left me here when she fled, leaving behind her only child with an abusive man.

i began my trek to the college, admiring the cool air of the early morning.

hoping this would actually be a good day was pointless. these days, everything was a routine. a blur. repeating the same tasks over and over again.

i guess the only thing that kept me happy these days was my best friend, yuta.

his bubbly personality somehow managed to make me smile.

i spotted him grinning brightly at his phone screen on a bench in front of the school.

" hey yuta. "

his ears perked up at my voice and he stood up, slinging his arm around my shoulders as we walked to our first class.

" smile, jaehyun. life's too short to be miserable. "

he told me this everyday. he knew i had a rough night the day before so he always made sure to tell me this.

" i know yuta. i know. "

i spent the day hurriedly copying down notes in class, knowing if I got a bad grade in anything i would never forgive myself.

but that would end up not amounting to anything as my stepdad would always shake his head in disappointment while my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.

yuta had no problem talking my ear off but that's how it always was. i listened, he spoke.

after the school day was over, i went back home, knowing i could look forward to yet another beating from my stepdad.

so as i walked through the door, expecting another glass vase to be hurled at my face, only to hit the wall beside me, i was shocked to see he wasn't there.

" seungjin? "

no answer.

it was strange for him not to be home seeing as how he only left the house to go get wasted.

i shrugged it off, taking it as a blessing in disguise. i spent the next three hours studying when i heard the front door being slammed open.

i sighed, preparing for the worst. but the voice i heard was not my stepdads.

" choi seungjin, where are you!? "

my heart hammered against my chest at the unfamiliar voice and i slid under my bed, trying my best to calm my breathing.

" check everywhere. he's not getting away this time. "

i frowned, wondering what he could've possibly done to piss off whoever was downstairs.

footsteps ran past my door, but not for long when i watched my door swing open.

i held my breath, trying desperately to be silent.

all i saw were ebony boots on the carpeted floor.

" he's not in here. "

just as I thought I had gotten away with it, a new pair of shoes enter the room. different from all the other ones.

i heard a low chuckle come from the different pair. a chill ran down my spine at the sound of the voice.

i mentally cursed myself when my foot made a soft noise against the wall as i was trying to crawl further away from them.

" what the hell was that? "

i knew i had been caught when the pair of shoes all of a sudden had knees and it was crouching down and i was meant with glimmering eyes.

" well look what we have here. "

tears began to well up in my eyes and i willed myself to be strong and not cry.

" please don't hurt me. "

the man let out a deep laugh, his lilac and white colored hair moving with his abrupt change of emotion.

" i suppose we'll just take you instead since that poor excuse of a man isn't home. "

i desperately pleaded as his cold hands grabbed my arms, pulling me out from underneath the bed.

" i don't know what he did but i have nothing to do with it. please! "

the man pushed me to a another person, black hair that fell over his forehead.

" put him in the car, chittaphon. we'll come back next week. i'm tired of the bastard running. "

i was shoved roughly out of my room and out the front door. i knew there was no use in resisting at this point. whatever my stepdad had done, i was paying for his mistake.

" what's your name? "

i shuddered in fear at the man who seemed to be the leader since he was the only one who was dressed differently.

" jaehyun. "

" well jaehyun, you're never going to see this place again because you are going to be under our watch until we get our hands on that scumbag. "

tears silently fell down my cheeks and i wished that whatever he had done, they would get him.

" stop crying. we're not going to hurt you. "

don't worry, my stepdad does enough of that.