SVT || Woozi x Seventeen ||.•*+

!~Special chapter~!

This was requested by @NeavaehGatchel , I hope you enjoy this very angst and dramatic chapter 😌😔👉👈

This chapter will be very angst, so grab your popcorn and snacks. This is about to be a long ride.

Jihoon thought he was about to live the best life he could ever imagine with his boyfriend, Mark Tuan. He thought the caring, loving man would be his loving spouse. Instead he became his abusive and neglecting boyfriend.
"Lee Jihoon where the fuck did you go?" Mark's voice boomed throughout the apartment, making the younger flinch in fear.
"I-I ha-had to d-do m-my st-studies f-for m-my assessment..." Jihoon stuttered, fearing the man would beat the loving shit out of him.
The man growled.
"Not good enough" He picked himself off the couch, walking over to the now crying small male and pulled him from the hair, to the couch and slamming him onto it.
"I thought I told you to be home at 8PM. 1AM? Not good enough Lee" He kicked him in the side as if he killed his dog.
"S-st-stop... pl-please... I di-didn't th-think it w-was that l-late..." Jihoon winced in pain, tears staining his face and shirt.
"YOU THINK? ARE YOU FUCKING BRAINDEAD LEE? GET IN THE ROOM NOW I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU!" Mark screeched, watching as the cowering male limped to their bedroom.

Dino's P.O.V
Me and my friends were having a dramatic round of Uno until we heard inaudible screaming from next door. I knew who that was, but I knew I couldn't do anything as Mark, the man who was abusing his boyfriend, could easily beat me up.
"What was that?" Mingyu spoke up with great concern.
"M-my next door n-neighbour..." I stared at my cards, fiddling with them.
"They must've seen something scary-" Soonyoung was cut off by a now really concerned sassy looking male.
"Are you serious? That sounded like verbal abuse. I heard "are you fucking brain dead lee?". Seungkwan was standing up to face the neighbour until I stopped him.
"Hyung.. don't go... h-he's not going to l-listen to you..." I chocked up my words with a wavering voice.

"What? Chan are you okay?" Hansol shuffled over to me, as he noticed my voice wasn't normal.
"Hy-Hyung... he a-abuses h-his boyfriend a-and we can never d-do anything a-about it..." my wavering voice was now audible and the sniffles became a bit clearer.
"Oh..." Hansol shuffled closer and hugged me softly, patting my back.
"W-why can't we do anything?" Jeonghan placed his cards upside down onto the floor.
I found the courage to say-
"B-because th-they won't believe us... and he's fr-friends with the o-owner..." I explained to my worrying friends.

"Poor kid..." Soonyoung sighed, staring into space.
I grabbed a tissue from the nearly empty tissue box and proceeded to wipe my tears and blow my nose.

"But we should try to do something... like, ask Jungkook? He's a police officer right? Maybe he can investigate privately... right..?" Mingyu asked, thinking it may be a good solution.
At this point, it was a great solution. My eyes brightened and thought of a plan, the future if it ever works. Although I just remembered one thing...

"That is a great plan Hyung... but isn't he on vacation with the rest of Bangtan?" I asked, ruining the happy vibe the room held.
"Damnit... wait... what about Johnny Hyung?"
"Who's that..?" Seungcheol asked.
"Ah, I heard he's a police officer from Jeonghan Hyung!" I cheerfully ruined our secret between me and Jeonghan.
"And how do you know?"Seungcheol snapped his head at Jeonghan who was looking everywhere else other than his glare.
"It was Jun! He's been hanging out with WayV!" Jeonghan pointed at Jun, acting like he was the suspect through this whole mess.
"What? That's because they pulled me with them and boom we became friends. I swear I'm not doing anything with them." Jun could feel the glare from Minghao who was side glaring at him the whole time.

Jun winced and played with his fingers.
"Well it's worth a try right? Do you have his number Jeonghan Hyung?" Before he could answer, we all heard giant crashes, smashing and screaming from the neighbour. We all froze in our places.