Chapter 6 - Trauma

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5:57pm ,10 January 2016, Sunday
◇Minho's Apartment◇

He layed on his bed, he had unpacked and washed up already. He heard the bell and got up. His door didn't have peephole, so he just opened the door, freezing as he saw the group in front of him.

Jaewoo was in front of all of them and smirked, pushing the younger in as the last boy closed to door. Minho scooted back as they approached him. Jaewoo laughed at his weak attempt of escaping. Minho was just wearing a soft baby pink sweater with his favorite pair of white thigh highs.

Bambam snickered and took out a tie. "Hands out."

Minho was shaking, he knew what was going to happen. He didn't move and yelped when his hair got grabbed as he was thrown to the ground. He whimpered and scooted back. Kyel crouched and pulled his hair so they were face to face. "Listen bitch, its either you obey us or you get punished. Put your hands out right now."

Minho whimpered, the tight grip on his hair was making him dizzy, he put his hands out and Kyel took the tie, tying his wrists together before taking a gag and shoving it into the younger's mouth.

Wyeol smirked and grabbed his neck, turning him slightly, looking him up and down. "Little slut. Dressed up for everyone to use. Pathethic"

The younger had started crying before he was slammed onto the ground, he wasn't comfortable wearing underwear at home. They did what they did at the showers, it made it worse since it was in his very own house. He was forced to stay quiet. Each time a sound slipped, he was punched or slapped.

When they were done. The boy was curled up into a ball, shaking violently,but not letting a sound out. He was crying badly. Hearing the door open and they left. Jaewoo chuckled deeply before starting to hit him harshly with the belt.

His sweater was stained with blood and a sticky white substance, he jerked each time he was hit before Jaewoo had left him there. Helpless on the ground in his living room. He didn't move at all, just shaking. He passed out on the ground, hugging his knees to keep himself warm. He still had the gag on and his wrist was tied tight.

2:36am ,11 January 2016, Monday
◇Minho's Apartment◇

It had started storming badly, he woke up and started crying. He didn't realize, but he had wet himself, staining his white thigh highs but he couldn't care less. Minho never liked storms. They just brought him bad memories.

-Flashback-
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3:29pm ,13 October 2004, Wednesday
◇Gimpo, Location Unknown◇

He smiled softly, playing with some dolls. He was in the attic, it was his room. His parents never really cared about him, only his older sister, so they forced the kid to stay at the attic. Spring was the only season where the temperature was just nice at any point of the day. When it rained he would watch the raindrops trickling down the window, pretending they were having a race. (A/N : We all did that before) He got his dolls from his sister, but that made his parents despise him even more.

He didn't like the idea of boys having to be manly and big boys or girls having to be girly and soft. Sure he was 6 but he understood many things. He loved his noona, who was 9 years older than him. She would always buy him new dolls or some cute plushies. Since he wasn't allowed out of his room unless necessary, she brought him his meals and sometimes candy.

Anyways, during winter, the attic would be freezing cold, there wasn't a heater up there so he just resorted to nesting in his clothes and coat with his small blanket. His sister also brought him heat packs. He didn't really know her full name since he usually called her gyu-gyu noona. During summer it was overbearingly hot. But if he complained he would get beaten.

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