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23

hyungwon sat on the sidewalk, crying into his hands as he feels his own world is crumbling before his eyes. he was scarred, he was horrified.

he couldn't get his mind off how vicious his father looked. he knew he was drunk but he also knew that his father was also vicious when he wasn't drunk.

so it's like he wasn't drunk at all.

hyungwon felt filthy. he wanted to take a hot shower- a long shower- to clean himself from what he had just been forced into. hyungwon didn't know where wonho was gonna take him, but he didn't care, he just wanted to leave this area.

wonho was there in a flash, in his very nice jeep. wonho quickly got out of the car and rushed to hyungwon, crouching down by him. "are you okay??"

hyungwon shook his head, but he had no tears left to cry. (i hated that)

"c'mon," wonho grunts and steps back, pulling hyungwon up to his feet. hyungwon stands and stares at the ground.

"he raped me."

"he what!!" wonho looked furious, the lines in his forehead appearing and his jaw tightening.

hyungwon remained silent and slowly walked to the car, climbing into the seat and remaining silent, even during the ride. hyungwon didn't know where they were going, but he didn't care either.

"we're going to my house." wonho says eventually. this excites hyungwon slightly, but he's still scarred and horrified. wonho frowns at how silent the younger is, he grabs the younger's hand and squeezes it. hyungwon smiles lightly and his cheeks turn a bit rosy.

the rest of the car ride just consists of the radio playing low and hyungwon's loud heartbeat, which he can only hear. hyungwon stared as they held hands, wonho's hands engulfing hyungwon's making his seem very small.

they eventually arrive at wonho's house, his rather big house. it looked like a mansion, or like a house you see in a high school movie. It looked like it'd be the house that people would be at when there's a party.

The entrance of his house was luxury. Velvet couches and expensive paintings displayed on the tan walls. Spiral stairs were down the hall and there was two doors to his sides, right was the kitchen and left was what seemed to be an office. wonho walked to the kitchen and hyungwon smelled pizza. hyungwon just followed like a puppy, secretly watching wonho's back flex through his shirt.

they entered the kitchen and wonho had brought hyungwon a glass of water because hyungwon was still out of breath from continuous crying. wonho pulled the pizza out of the oven and looked at hyungwon with sympathetic and concerned eyebrows and eyes.

"you hungry?"

hyungwon wanted to say no, but he truly was hungry.

"here." wonho pulled out a plate and placed a slice onto it. hyungwon took the plate and dug in, and wonho watched. "is it good?"

hyungwon nods with his cheeks puffing out because his mouth is full. wonho giggles and uses his thumb to wipe the corner of hyungwon's mouth that was holding excess pizza sauce, and he licks his thumb. hyungwon blushes but continues to eat.

"so...do you want to stay here..?" wonho asks shyly, not making eye contact with hyungwon and instead is cutting up the rest of the pizza.

"if you don't mind.."

"of course i don't!" wonho answered too quickly and a bit more excitedly than he intended on. hyungwon smiled big and wonho tried to play it off.