[✔️] Deer-Like Eyes | Tarochan/Sungtaro

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January 17th, Monday 2020
[Sungchan]

   "Haha, bye! I'll see you tomorrow!" Stepping out the car be grabbed his duffle bag as he waved to the three in the car, waiting until the car leaves the neighborhood to go inside the house.

   Making his way up the driveway, he let out a deep sigh as he reached the door, not particularly excited about being home. From outside he could hear people talking -shouting?- and had pasted unfamiliar cars in his drive way. He's not going to lie, he was a tiny bit scared. He fiddled with the helm of the flannel shirt he was wearing before he took out his key and as quietly as he could, opened the front door. Peeking inside, he spotted his mother and stepfather on the couch, chatting obnoxiously loud with three men he doesn't recognized, all drinking what seems to be vodka – he can't tell, all he can see are some beer cans and some white glass bottle.

He prayed to all gods that he could sneak upstairs to his room and stay there, when his parents had friends over, it was never a good thing.

He held his bag close, hugging it, as he crept on the balls of his feet, staying against the wall as he made his way to the staircase. Malik his way over silently, he put his right foot on the first stair, his left hand holding onto the railing tightly, just as he thought he'd be able to make it—

"Hey! Come 'ere boy!"

   He froze, hand white front he tight grip on the wooden handrail, his eyes not moving from in front of him, not daring to look.

   "Oi! I said come 'ere!" A hand wrapped around his upper right arm painfully tightly, pulling him away from the stairs. He tried to pry the hand of his mother off, what she wouldn't budge, her sharp nails digging through the fabric and into his skin. The woman dragged him to the middle of the living room, throwing him to the ground beside the coffee table —his side hitting the corner, making him gasp.

"Boy! Why weren't you here yesterday or the day before!" The man more so demanded than asked. "You haven't given us any money in weeks!" The so called stepfather grabbed his red brown hair, pulled him up of the floor as he shouted and spat in his face.

"The boy, he deserves a good ol' beating eh?" One of the men on the other couch pipped up, taking a swig from the bottle of alcohol. The others grunted in agreement.

A older, beer bellied man spoke up, "The boy looks strong enough to handle a few beatings! He'll be fine!" The obviously drunk man threw the half full glass bottle of beer of Sungchan, shattering as it made contact with his left shoulder. He yelled as the glass broke, pieces digging into his shoulder and arm, the cold liquid running down his neck, face, arm, and back, the sound loud by his ear, leaving him dead for a second. He had flinched when the bottle struck and broke, his hair still in his father's hold tugged at his scalp, bringing more pain.

It wasn't long before another bottle was thrown –cold liquid and ice soaking his clothes and making his body shiver– and fists began hitting his body; and it wasn't long before he passed out front he pain, the punches and kicks, the glass digging into his skin making him bleed.

January 18, Tuesday 2020
[Shotaro]

The bell rung, meaning the first period was beginning, yet he still hasn't seen Sungchan. He's always here before the bell...

Maybe he overslept? As the teacher talked and talked throughout the class, he mind kept swinging back to Sungchan, especially to when they were camping. The night before, while they slept they had snuggled and were hugging in there sleep, just like on Saturday. It was warm, cozy, comfortable, he'd take sleeping beside Sungchan over sleeping alone in his cold apartment any day. Of course, he had woken up before the younger and decided to go and buy breakfast with Jisung at the little restaurant as to not get bitchslapped by a pissed off deer when he woke up to find himself being back hugged again.

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   "MmMm, I haven't seen him all day either." Yangyang said. The whole squad, plus Dejun and Kunhang, minus Sungchan, we're gathered in Yangyang's dorm, his roommate Yukhei hanging at Jungwoo's. Kunhang, Dejun, and Yangyang were cuddling on his bed while everyone else was left to sit on the floor and Chenle and Donghyuck took Yukhei's bed across from Yangyang's.

"Maybe, he's just sick?" Mark inquired, not as worried as the others.

Donghyuck kicked him with his foot, "If he was sick then why wouldn't he answer his phone, o?" It was strange. No one had seen Sungchan. Not in class or lunch. It was strange, especially for Shotaro who had nearly all his classes with the younger.

   At first everyone though nothing of it, believing he was ill, but then got worried when he wouldn't answer any texts or calls. They had last seen him the night before, nothing bad could've happen in twenty four hours, right?

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Thoughts?

Yo, this a shorter chapter than normal, but that's cuz I'm gonna beginning using y'all ideas and that means some dramarama (stan Monsta X) is gonna happen next chapter!

Anyways, I finished SALT (did I mention that last chapter? I can't remember...) so it's new and improved and oneshot now, it's not my proudest work, but it's definitely not bad I don't think...

Also....
Bruh two of my best friends follow me on Wattpad after I told them I wrote fanfics and like—
Bro, one of my friends– I feel betrayed, she's had an account for over a year and I—

The second friend– sHE DIDNT EVEN USE WATTPAD UNTIL I SAID I GOT ONE, lIKE, she doesn't even stan Kpop or stuff, she's a classical music type of person (but she's always willing to listen to me rant about my Kpop and gay/shipping stuff and like— bro, i will forever be thankful for you girl, like, 사랑해)

And just—
Me:
<insert the meme/photo I wish to insert but for some reason my phone won't let me fucking put the picture, it also won't let me send any pictures in any messaging apps, if someone knows what the fuck happened to my phone or how to fix this please do say so>

Byeeeee