𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ♡︎ | dotae au

bruises..

taeyong awoke in a daze, looking around the brightly lit room, feeling the ice pack that pressed against his head fall off to the side. he slowly sat up, only to groan in pain and look down. discovering his hoodie had been removed and the bruises that littered his chest were on full display.

but he could care less about the dark purpling marks on his delicate skin, it was the fact his chest was exposed at all. the last thing he remembered was getting his âss whipped and passing out on the dirty floor of the school. 'the voice, i wondered who it belonged to,' he thought before the nurse entered and made him lay back down, having been excused from his classes for today.

(later that day)

while sitting in his last period and talking with a mate over the classwork, a familiar face entered the classroom. getting excited to finally see his friend, jungwoo, only to notice the look on his face. watching the other lean in to speak with the teacher before he was called to step out of class.

once out of the loud room, he felt a soft smack to the back of his head and an angry jungwoo. "i didn't receive a call, or a text, telling me you were in the nurse's office half dead. yongie, who did it?" the soft voiced male sternly spoke at him. taeyoung, with a annoyed groan, mumbled a small 'jaehyun' under his breath. this caused jungwoo to further madden.

"you let that douche bag get a hold of you again yongie? that's it, i'm telling the prinicipal once and for all. this has to stop," jungwoo said turning away only for the red to quickly grab his arm.

"no no no! y you can't do that!" a frantic taeyong pleaded, holding onto the other's arm tightly.

a confused jungwoo looked back at him as if to say 'why the hell not?' and taeyong's gaze once again lowered to the floor. "because the moment you do that, it'll be hell on earth day for me. from him and.. and from my dad.." he mumbled the last part so quietly that jungwoo almost missed it.

jungwoo being his usual highly tempered self, being a strong protector of taeyong he scoffed. "your dad? the beer pot bellied ûgly möthérfûckér, who cheated on your mother while she was pregnant with two of your siblings? the one who hits your mother or calls you disrespectful names? or jaehyun, the sissy jock who hides behind his 'tough' demeanor and is too afraid to admit that he's liked lucas since freshman year? yeah right, i'm not scared of them and you shouldn't be either," the taller ranted and grabbed a hold of taeyong's hand.

"look, i know i'm not there with you when you're at home. i know i can't always protect you from your idiot of a father and suck up jaehyun, but i'm by your side. i'm just a call away and. always baring open arms if you need somewhere to go, you know this," jungwoo stated soon followed by a sigh when he received no response from the older. pulling the smaller male back into his classroom, jungwoo collected his things and ignored the teacher as he dragged the other out of the room. " mr. kim! mr. kim where are you going?" the teacher tried to follow but they were already gone out of sight.

"jungwoo we can get in trouble!" taeyong exclaimed nervously but was brushed off by his friend. they stood in front of the building in the cold air, jungwoo talking with a concerned yuta uton the phone. it didn't take long to see the blonde haired male rushing out to meet them. "what happened? who's ašs do i have to beat?" yuta blurted out, already removing his earrings. a cheeky jungwoo couldn't help but to laugh at his boyfriend, a small smile on taeyong's face.

"babe it's okay, we just need to get to my house," jungwoo finally stated in between his laughs. a small blush filling the other male's cheeks, fixing his earrings back on his ears. "yeah yeah, laugh it up come on you two," he grumbled, grabbing a hold of the other's bags and leading the way to his jeep. taeyong heaved a sigh, leaning on jungwoo's arm, whose hand he held, walking with them through the parking lot.