Shards x⃒ DoJae/JaeDo

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They spent most of their time playing video games and taking about random stuff and before they knew it, it was dark outside.

When he looked at the time, Doyoung nearly jumped out of his skin. "Ah! I-I-I have t-to go! Bye J-Jaehyun!" he rushed out and ran out the door before Jaehyun could hold him back.

"Oh ok. Bye bunny!" Jaehyun shouted after him but the other was already too far to hear it. Jaehyun didn't even get the bunny's number.

Jaehyun sunk into the couch. A sudden sadness washed over him. He missed the bunny already. Why was he in such a hurry?

Did he hate hanging out with him that much?

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Doyoung ran all the way home. He vaguely remembered the way from school to Jaehyun's house and knew where to go from there.

Memories from what happened today kept on playing in his mind, giving him a warm feeling, which was quickly eaten up by fear. Fear of what will happen when he got home.

His parents already didn't like it when he came home a few minutes late after school, so they'll be in a worse mood now. Doyoung stayed with Jaehyun for way to long. Plus, his father's wallet was stolen recently, causing said man to be completely merciless when Doyoung did something wrong. He was going to get punished.

By the time he arrived at the front door, he was already shaking. His trembling fingers reached for the doorbell.

A few moments later, the door was opened by none other than his mom, who looked at him in pity. Although she knew what was going to happen, she didn't stop Doyoung's father and kept silent.

She let her son in and closed the door behind him without a word. Doyoung wanted to disappear. He ran towards his room as fast as he could, avoiding his father at all costs.

He was about to quickly slip into his room and hide, but he was too late. Right before he touched the doorknob, He heard the voice he wanted to hear the least "Where the fuck was this excuse of a son?"

A large hand gripped his hair from behind him and yanked him back. Doyoung squeezed his eyes shut from the pain and tried his best to get the hand out of his hair. That was a mistake, because now he gripped even harder.

After some failed attempts of freeing himself, he was relieved that the hand let go. His victory was short lived though, as he felt a hard punch in his stomach, making clutch his stomach and cough. He received another punch to his face and a kick into his side.

"Fucking look at me while I'm talking to you." his throat was harshly gripped. Chocking for air, he looked up at his father. "Don't make me repeat myself."

"I-I wa-was w-with a fr-fr-friend." Doyoung managed to stutter out between sobs and failed attempts at breathing.

He erupted in laughter "That fucker Johnny? Stop lying. No one could ever like a mistake like you." his father tightened his grip around Doyoung's neck and if he was going any thighter, Doyoung was sure he was going to suffocate.

Doyoung's hands were tightly holding onto his father's arm out of reflex and survival instinct, trying to pull it away, but it was all in vain. He didn't even budge.

His father hissed out and retreated his hand as Doyoung dug his nails into said man's arm.

"You fucker" was the last thing he heard after an ear piercing crash was heard, although Doyoung couldn't focus on the sound much as a glass object shattered against his head and broke into a million tiny pieces. The shards pierced his skin, resulting in uncountable little cuts on his face.

The impact caused the poor boy to become dizzy and he slid to the ground. Holding his head from agony, he let out shaky breaths. He wanted to cry for help, but not a single sound came out of his mouth. No one would've heard him anyway.

Death would've been better than this.

The helpless son was saved by a ringtone. After throwing a few more insults and punches at Doyoung to make sure he'd stay on the ground for a while, he walked away and answered his phone.

On the floor, Doyoung broke down in tears. He saw his mother watching him from the other end of the hallway and looked at her with a pleading look, but she just shook her head disappointedly and walked away.

The crying boy managed to crawl over to his door, the shards on the floor making more cuts on his palms and legs, and went inside his room, locking it immediately. He regretted coming home.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. If you're wondering why Doyoung's father would be nice enough to get him something as expensive as a phone, he didn't. Johnny once gave it to him, claiming that he needed to always 'make sure he's okay'.

The first thing he saw however, caused an unpleasant feeling of fear build up in the pit of his stomach.

> I saw you
> Slut

No one loved him.

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:c sorry I feel bad for writing this

Hope you enjoyed it anyway!

Would y'all mind if I put a more heated and dirty scene in the next chapter? It is part of the plot but it might turn out bad :\ I don't think I'm very good at writing smut, so I could just imply what happened... let me know what you think!

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