Tattoos . Soonhoon

05

9 April 2011

"I demand my son! RIGHT NOW!"

"I'm sorry sir, but this is an apartment block. What unit are you visiting and please get the owner of the unit to come down. You are disturbing the residents." The security guard said.

"What shit are you fucking talking about. I demand you to bring me my son!"

We were watching the commotion on the first floor from the 3rd floor window, where our dorm was. Soonyoung has been shaking in the corner of the living room, next to the tv console as soon as he barged into the tiny apartment block.

I lightly tapped on his shoulder.

"Hyung? Soonyoung?" 

He slowly lifted his face to look at me, eyes watering. I softened at how vulnerable he looked. The injury on his left cheek was not healed yet, causing a reddish brown scar.

"Its ok. We won't let him take you away ok?"

He nodded meekly before lowering his head again. 

I sighed. Cheol hyung just called our manager who was rushing back from the company building but I don't know how long it would take for him to come and the security guard looked like he could not chase him away.

Suddenly the door to the tiny apartment was slammed open. A tall and buff man who looked like he was in his late 40s barged in.

"KWON SOONYOUNG YOU DIRTY PIECE OF SHIT COME HERE RIGHT NOW."

"I'm sorry, who are you? You cannot just barge in here with no reason. Please leave."

I heard cheol hyung say while I tried my best to get soonyoung to hide while the man was distracted by hyung.

"If my son is here without MY permission, I have all right to come in and demand him to come home. That is reason enough. And you are only a child. Who are you to tell me this?!"

"I'm sorry, but this apartment is for pledis entertainment trainees only. When our manager is not here, I am put in charge as the hyung. So please leave now or I can easily call the authorities and this would be a crime."

A slap rung throughout the house.

I saw soonyoung quickly run out to the door.

"No soonyoung! what are you doing!" I called out, horrified at his actions.

*Slap*

"You do not Fucking come here, ask for me, and think it is ok to shout and slap my hyung. Who do you think you are?! You said that I was no son of yours and you are no father of mine so why are you here now after a week! LEAVE!"

Soonyoung's father held his cheek where Soonyoung had just slapped him. 

"So only if I hurt one of your beloved friends here then you show your filthy self huh. AND WHO SAID YOU COULD SLAP ME! COME! WE'RE GOING!"

"I'M NOT GOING WITH YOU! AND APOLOGISE TO MY HYUNG RIGHT NOW. DONT BRING HIM INTO THIS SHIT."

"I'm sorry but who are you." We heard a calm voice call out.

"Why do you need to know."

Soonyoung's father knitted his eyebrows.

"I'm the manager of these trainees and you cannot just barge in here to force one of them to go home with you when he clearly doesn't want to. Yes he is still a minor but we have total care of him while he is a trainee here. So please leave or the authorities will catch you and we have all rights to land you in jail." 

I could only watch as he stormed down the stairs.

"Cheol hyung? Are you ok?"

"Yea I'm fine." His cheek was slightly red. "It isn't that pain, just some ice and it will be fine. You should go look after him..."

I turned around to see soonyoung on the floor, in a fetal position, mumbling 'no' and 'help' over and over.

"Hyung? Hyung?" I gently touched him to get his attention but he flinched.

I slowly went over and enveloped his crying figure in a hug.

"Shhhhh he's gone. You are safe now."

~~~

"help... me....." I heard whimpering from the other room as I woke up with a jolt.

The clock on my bedside table read 4am.

The screams came again.

I got out of bed and slowly padded to his room.

"Soonyoung? Hyung?"

I saw him on the bed, crying and whimpering.

I went over and picked him up into my arms, slowly rocking him back and forth while shushing him.

I have been awoken by his screams a lot these few days. I was usually a deep sleeper, but I made myself ensure that I could help him and hear his shouts at night. People may think its a chore, to wake up to a screaming and crying soonyoung each night. But to me, I was happy I could help him. All I thought about was how to help him so that he would not get night terrors so often. It is a wonder what 9 months of hell can do to a person emotionally, mentally and physically.

After a few minutes, his breathing finally evened out again as I slowly set him down on the bed and wrapped the blanket around him.

"Hyung sleep well."

I landed a light kiss on his forehead before exiting the room.