without you || nct dojae

chapter 8

on the same night when Doyoung's appa came home with a following Gong Myung, the four family members sat at the dining table with a simple dinner meal spread out in front of them. as usual, they said their prayers before the meal and Doyoung's appa took his portion first, and this continued until the youngest took his.

as Doyoung and Gong Myung dug into their food, their appa observed them.

" hmm... I see how the both of you have adapted to Seoul life quickly. dont you think its fast paced? and tell me what y'all did today, " Doyoung's appa blurted out. the bubbling questions inside him could not keep still, but he managed to control them over and over again in front of his sons.

" uh, Seoul's ok I guess. school today was really good and I made two really nice friends. they're much better than the arses back in Daegu. generally, Seoul schools are good and thanks for enrolling me in a sports school. at least I know I can enhance basketball skills, " the area went quiet. Gong Myung shifted uncomfortably in his seat and his parents looked at Doyoung. the young and innocent latter continued to finish his portion of meat and drank his soup. his appa stopped him just before he was about to get up.

" did I raise you to become like this Kim Dong Young? " Doyoung's father began steadily. Doyoung looked at him with raised eyebrows as he set his bowl down on the table.

" did I raise you, to swear and say rude things in front of your elders? did I raise you to talk to your elders like normal friends, or even worse, gang mates? did I raise you to not appreciate the place you lived in the past 17 years of your life? you have changed Kim Dong Young. Seoul has changed you in a matter of hours hasnt it? I dont know, but I know thats what I did not teach my sons. and youre not one of them, " the last sentence stung Doyoung's heart as his appa left the table.

tears streamed down his face as his omma and hyung left him alone at the table too. he was never told off like that, nor was he reminded about his language time and again. he never felt this hurt in his entire life, nor was he left by his one and only hyung just like that.

suicidal thought started to swarm Doyoung's head, something that never occurred to him before. he tried to get them out of his head, but to no avail. it was like his mind possessed his body as he walked to his bedroom and took out the penknife he always put in the top compartment of his study drawer.

after sliding it out from its cover and unfolding the knife, he looked at it under the dim light of his study lamp. the look on his face said nothing as the knife went through his skin, smoothly outlining the cut as blood trickled down his wrist. fresh blood was never an eye sore to Doyoung for he loved these kind of things.

he continued to cut four more cuts, and stared as the blood dripped from his arm. and at the same time, Gong Myung came into his room.

" Doyoung! stop what you are doing right there before I tell Omma and Appa! " Gong Myung threw the knife out of Doyoung's hand as he checked the cuts. those deep cuts hurt Gong Myung more than it hurt his dongsaeng.

" why did you do such a thing huh? dongsaengie! dongsaengie! " Gong Myung shouted as Doyoung fainted in his arms. he panicked for a moment, but remembered the phone in his pocket that allowed him to call for the ambulance.

in a matter of minutes, the whole Kim family was in their car, following the ambulance to the hospital.

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