Save Us {NCT Dream}

Day 42 / Day 1

The ticking of the clock continues to echoes the walls of the dorm belonging to the Dreamies.

Jisung lays on his bed, body tangled in a mess of blankets as he shut his ears tightly. Wishing it would at least made him deaf to the horrible sounds around him.

His body ached with exhaustion and pain from all the abuse.

He let his tears accompany him again tonight, maybe it’ll help distract him, get him to pretend he didn’t hear anything.

But how can he? How is he supposed to pretend?

Even in the dark night, he could hear a mumbling chant, almost like a mantra from Chenle who was all curled up on the top part of the bunk bed.

He can’t see him, but he knows the younger is all hunched up with headphones in his ear blasting the same song over and over again with his hands gripping on a piece of paper containing the lyrics.  

He’s not next to him, but he could vividly feel the panic and tremor radiating off the boy. It rises with each mistake he made, and he could tell the boy’s lips are bleeding from biting on it too much.

Even in his and Chenle’s room, he could hear the thumping footsteps in the next room, how Jaemin is doing all he can to perfect their newest most difficult dance despite only learning it three days ago. How the older is sweating and panting with the lack of rest.

All so he could protect what was already harmed.

Even with ears pressed tight, he could hear Haechan’s gaging in the toilet. How his hyung had been throwing up everything and anything he eats because ‘it’s for the team’ till he’s much like a bony skeleton, small and weak.

The shine he once had died.

Even if the walls aren’t paper thin, he could distinctly hear the sound of metal cutting against skin. How blood oozes out with each stroke. Renjun’s pants are also distinguished, he could hear his currently eldest hyung crying in frustration as the barcodes covered his already bruised arms and legs.

Even with his thoughts running, he could hear the whimpers and painful moans, the begging of his hyung in the other room. “Pl-please…..no m-more…s-st-stop…”

He hadn’t had the slightest idea why? Why should he be violated and tortured to the brink of insanity to protect him from the same fate.

Jeno always takes the most damage.

When without them knowing, he was already damaged just as they are. The sick memory itself can make him want to vomit out blood and even now he could still feel those fifthly hands touching him, stealing his innocence.

Jisung wants to cry, and let all the pain flow away with his tears. But he can’t, not when Chenle is constantly getting panic attacks, not when Jaemin faints during every practice, not when Haechan is killing himself with his developing eating disorder, and not when Jeno or any other of them is getting raped almost every night.

It’s their own disgusting cycle of a routine, get up, go to the company, beaten and punished for every mistake, fake for the cameras, fake for the hyungs, more practice and endless beating, more faking, go home, and rot themselves to the point to no return.

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“Guys these are your new managers, Jikyun, Geomjal, Hyulsik hyungnim. Behave okay?” Taeyong had said, introducing them to three men.

They each had a smile on their faces, they seem friendly, the Dreamies bowed politely at them.

As soon as Taeyong leaves, every bit of the friendliness feeling vanished. “Okay boys, since we’re your manager, you’ll be going by our rules, any snitching and we won’t hurt you but your other bandmate, most likely little Jisungie here”

The Dreamies feels horror brewing within them, it was only a week after Mark left the unit.

They huddle around the maknae, even though they fear for themselves. Hyulsik glared, “Quit the dwelling and start your practice you brats!”

It was plain torture from Day 1

“Your foot is out of place!”

*SMACK*

“Faster!”

*SMACK*

“You’re all fucking teenagers, don’t be such a weakling!”

And Jikyun kicks Jaemin, the boy clutching his abdomen on the floor as the tears spills. Chenle’s hands shake as he did 200 pushups and Haechan just had about enough of the madness.

“Enough!! You’re all just torturing us!!” and with that Geomjal walks towards him, grabs Haechan ad throws the younger against the cold wall.

“Hyu-hyung!!” Jisung cries out and rush for him but Hyulsik got a hold of him

“This is what happens when you try to be the hero” he pins Jisung to the wall and slide his hands under the maknae’s shirt, letting his hands touch every inch of Jisung’s chest. Jisung screams and cries.

“Jisung!!” Jeno and Renjun fling themselves in anger at Hyulsik but the other two stopped them, giving each a punch and a few kicks. Chenle could only shuts his ears and scream in incoherent Chinese

“Ge!!! KUN GE!!! TAEYONG GE!!!! ANYONE!! PLEASE HELP US!!!” until Geomjal slaps him to shut up.

“STOP!! PLEASE!!!” Jaemin cried, trying to fight his way to help any of his bandmates but he can’t.

“You’ve all probably learned enough today, Haechan don’t be late for your 127 practice that starts in 15 minutes” Hyulsik says, letting Jisung go and the maknae hugs himself to calm down.

Haechan didn’t respond. “Answer me when I talk to you!” He kicks the younger on his thigh

“Unless, you want me to do more to Jisung?”

This got him shooting up his head to look at the manager, his eyes blurring with tears. “No no no no, I beg you. I’m going!”

He drags himself to stand, it pained the other Dreamies to see this. He groans with each movement, the pain shaking his entire body. Haechan limps out of the door

“He’s limping, he can’t go. Please” Jaemin reasoned.

“Did I heard talking back? Jisungie your hyungs really don’t care about you” every other Dreamies scramble up in ache and pain to Jisung.

Protectively hugging the younger, “No, No, we’re good”

Haechan makes a quick trip to the bathroom and change into a spare shirt he brought, no way he’s showing up in the hyung’s faces in the state he’s in now.

There’s even a bit of blood. He enters the 127 practice room with a smile forced on his lips.

“How were the new manager hyungnims?”

“Awesome”