My Best Friend's Crush | Jae x Irene x Wonpil

6. dowoon...

WARNING *** this is really triggering- if your sensitive to abuse, self harm, language, harmful psychical interactions, or anything like that, maybe you should skip this chapter-***

third person POV

dowoon slept on his bed like a baby, holding the blanket with his small hands. he was finally sleeping peacefully for the first time in a while. that didn't last long. he awoke to his brother kicking him in his back. dowoon winced and slowly opened his eyes. "get up it's almost 2 o clock asshole." he sat up in bed, holding the part of his back that got kicked. his brother had left his room, as dowoon shakily grabbed clothes to change into. once he got dressed he walked over to his window and leaned against his dresser. he was staring out the window with a blank expression on his face, as a few tears fell from his eyes. he wiped the quickly when someone barged into his room. "i see your lazy ass is up. now...." his father spoke harshly as he walked over to dowoon. dowoon looked away and tried to brace himself for what he knew was coming. his father grabbed dowoon by his bony wrist and shoved him into the wall next to him. dowoon hit his shoulder hard as he cried out in pain. his father grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tried to silence him by punching him in the face. hard. dowoon began crying in silence as his father beat him senselessly. once he was satisfied with the amount of pain he caused his very own son, he left him sitting in the corner of his room curled up in a ball. dowoon sobbed into his knees, as a bit of blood dripped down his lip. he grabbed his shoulder, which was in extreme pain. he attempted to lean over and grab his phone for help, but fell onto his arms and knees. he winced in pain, but with a shaky hand, reached out for his phone. he successfully grabbed it, and leaned back into the wall behind him. he clicked the first contact that he saw; and called them. he waited and waited for the person to answer, holding the phone to his ear with a trembling hand. "hello?" the voice on the other end startled dowoon as he tried to fight his tears. "b-brian?" dowoon stuttered into the phone. the guy on the other end was taken aback by the sobbing on the other end. he stopped in his tracks and stood on the side of the road. "dowoon? everything okay??" dowoon hesitated and sniffled before saying "i need someone. please come pick me up..... brian please, ..please help.." brian heard a car pull up beside him and looked over, his hand tembling as he heard dowoon hang up the phone. the window rolled down revealing a distressed irene in the driver seat. "i'm not going to make you come in... bu-" "irene, listen, i need you to take me to dowoon's house. like, NOW." brian said, climbing into the passenger seat. irene stared blankly at the steering wheel and listened to brian frantically type in dowoon's address into maps. irene began driving while listening to the automated voice telling her where to go. she pulled into the driveway of a pretty big house, and turned off the car. brian ran as fast as he could to the front door and knocked anxiously. someone, whom he recognized to be dowoon's brother, opened the door with a sharp look in their eye. "i'm here for dowoon." brian stated firmly. he made a disgusted face and called dowoon's name loudly. dowoon came to the front door within 5 whole minutes. he was a complete mess; shirt collar stretched out, messy hair, bloody lip, and he was holding his shoulder with a look of pain in his eyes. brian grabbed his hand and pulled him into a gentle, comforting hug. "yeah, your fag*t friend is here," dowoon's older brother scoffed, slamming the door. dowoon cried in brian's arms as he supported dowoon on the walk to irene's car. irene looked up wearily and noticed how bad the small boy looked. she gasped and stepped out of the car, jogging over. "oh my gosh, are you okay????!" irene asked in a concern voice, looking up at the beat up boy. he rubbed his eyes and hid himself in brian's jacket. brian shook his head at irene and walked over, putting dowoon in the back seat of the car. irene hesitated as brian climbed into the drivers side and told irene to sit in the back with dowoon. she strutted over to the back seat and cautiously opened the door. "irene, would you hurry up???" brian asked rudely and impatiently. she slide into the back seat silently and kept her body facing the window, away from dowoon. she felt something touch her shoulder, and she quickly whipped her head around and saw dowoon laying his head on her shoulder while he cried softly. irene had not really ever talked to him much, but saw what state he was in. she lightly brushed his face with her hand and pulled him close. he winced as he moved his left arm, causing irene to let go of him, thinking she might've hurt him. he gripped the collar of her shirt with his small hand. irene tried to comfort him and figure out why he's in the state he is. brian stopped the car and opened the back door for irene and dowoon. "thank y-" "dowoon, how are you feeling?" irene started to thank brian but he ignored and interrupted her. irene sighed and walked slowly onto the porch with her hands hanging at her sides. wonpil stepped outside and caught a glimpse of brian helping dowoon to walk over to the porch. he froze at the sight of dowoon being in a state like this. irene grabbed wonpil's arm as she asked, "do you know what could've ha-" "dowoon!!" irene was once again interrupted, this time by wonpil yelling dowoon's name and running over to him. he linked arms with dowoon, and continued supporting him while he walked up the porch stairs and in the front door. irene however, stayed outside and leaned against one of the poles, staring at the frosted over grass. after a few quiet minutes, the front door swung open and someone stepped outside. irene turned her head to see her friend felix, holding what she assumed was a vape. "what are you doing out here?" he asked, stepping up beside irene. she shrugged and folded her arms. felix placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her back, then pushing her inside. "hey-" "its too cold for you out here." felix interrupted, giving her a serious look. she sighed again, sadly, and dragged herself to her room. "irene- irene, can i you take care of dowoon for a little bit??" brian asked, following irene into her room, dowoon close behind him, still holding his shoulder in pain. without thinking, irene just nodded and sat down at the edge of her bed. brian set dowoon on the edge of her bed as well, and left the room, closing the door behind him. dowoon glanced at irene and then down at his feet. "you dont really have to take care of me... in fact i dont even have to stay in here, i can leave... really." dowoon said quietly, but loud enough to where irene could hear him. "doesn't bother me. there's plenty of room." irene muttered, motioning for him to lay down. he hesitated for a few moments before crawling up next to her and laying his head on one of her pillows. he sat back up and winced in pain, his shoulder stinging every time the smallest bit of pressure was put on it. he rested his hand on his shoulder and tried to see what was hurting him so bad. irene noticed him squirming all around and trying to see his shoulder, and grabbed his hand. he whipped his head around and pulled his hand away, while also backing away from irene. she was taken aback and said, "hey hey- its ok- i was just gonna help you..." dowoon had a frightened expression on his face, that softened at her words. he became less tense and stiff and turned his back towards irene. he allowed her to lift his shirt and see if there was something wrong with his shoulder. irene gasped when she saw a big bruise on the side of, and a little on the back of dowoon's left shoulder. dowoon began to grow anxious. "what??? whats there?? what happened?? is it bad????" irene didnt want to answer any of those questions. she just dropped the shirt back over him as a tear slipped from her eye. he turned around and saw her saddened expression, which made him fearful. "is it that bad?!?!?! take a picture of it please show me please" he begged. irene shook her head and looked away from his bruised face. he sighed and took his shirt off as he stumbled trying to climb off the bed so he could look in the mirror. he used his phone to see his reflection and dropped the phone out of shock and fear. he looked at irene with tears running down his face. "it looks so bad...." he quivered. "how did this even happen?" she asked with a saddened voice. he looked at the ground and kneeled down with shaky legs to grab his phone. "my dad.... i don't even want to call him that.... he shoved me into my wall.... and beat me for his satisfaction...." he trailed off, standing up and putting his shirt back on. irene had her hand over her mouth in second-hand fear. "oh my god... i am so sorry- i am so sorry. do you need somewhere else to stay??? do you need to stay here???" dowoon shook his head. "i can't stay here... i have to go back home.. it's okay, i'm used to it by now... the scars heal..." dowoon stammered. "w-what scars?" irene stuttered, rubbing her eyes with her sleeves. dowoon avoided looking at her and sat back on the bed, as he had been holding onto the mattress for standing support. irene glanced over at him and widened her eyes in shock as her eyes landed on his arms. dowoon noticed her looking at them and hid them under the blanket. irene looked up to meet his eyes. she opened her mouth to speak but dowoon immediately pressed his lips onto hers, not wanting to hear what she was about to ask him. irene was shocked and pulled away with a confused expression. he paused and then stood up, leaving the room while holding his shoulder in pain.

AUN ~ i have to stop writing now, it's way too long 💀 and i have a plot twist in mind, so that will be coming up. anyways have fun reading, i will always say if there is a trigger warning in the chapter. tehe bye ❤️