Tongue-tied | Soonhoon

Prologue

[Author's POV]

"GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSEHOLD YOU UNHELPFUL BRAT!" The bitch a.k.a Soonyoung's Not-so-good-of-a stepmother shouted at him.

But he only sighed and picked up his things, not saying anything while tears were starting to form. He didn't want this, he didn't want this at all.

Kwon Soonyoung

A dreamer.

He was used to this.

His step-mom casually shouting at him.

His dad physically hitting him.

His step-brother always talking trash about him.

And him not saying anything.

As if he was a mute.

Which he was not.

The cycle goes on on a daily basis

He gets scolded for no reason, hits for no reason, and bad mouthed for no reason.

But luckily, there was one person who Soonyoung could trust.

And that was his older sister, the only family member who treated him as a family.

So it started when his dad remarried another woman.

As for his dad, he was never the abuser when he was still with his first wife.

It started when his step-mom yells at Soonyoung for not helping in the household, even tho they were plenty of maids roaming around the mansion.

As every day passes by, the shouting and hitting got more intense to where his step-brother joins because he found out he was gay.

"Ew, you're gay?! that's just disgusting!" His step-brother said while throwing the men's magazine he found under Soonyoung's sheets.

Soon his step-brother started hitting Soonyoung while saying foul things to him about being gay.

But one thing he was confused is why did his parents didn't found out he was gay?

He could've been kicked out earlierm

But luckily, he wasn't.

And that got him jumbled in his thoughts

But moving on

His dad started hitting him non-stop, and say words like "What did I do to deserve a useless son like you" or "You didn't do anything helpful in this household but just danced, YOU HAVE NO FUTURE!"

Those words nearly broke Soonyoung into pieces, hearing his dad talking bad about his passion.

Dancing

Dancing was a stress reliever

A friend.

A helping hand.

A way out of anxiety.

A way of income.

He didn't ask his parents for money, not even once.

he didn't dare.

Dancing was the reason why he was living.

Why he was still breathing.

Why he was still in University.

Why he chose to survive this cruel world.

He choreographed a small class.