This request is very close to my heart,
because of personal experiences, so I put off writing it for a very
long time. I’m sorry to whoever sent this for having to wait for so
long.
And if anyone has these kind of issues, I want them to
know that friends are the family we choose and you don’t need to feel
obliged to love anyone to mistreats you, even when society tries to
force you.
♬Zen♬
Zen will never forget the night you told him about your childhood.
He’ll always remember how you’d tried to smile through the stories
while your eyes had gradually gotten dimmer and dimmer, slowly
overflowing with tears you’d tried to blink away.
The situation was only made worse by the fact that he’d never known, he’d never have asked, had you not been so insistent on him
making up with his family or at very least his older brother. He’d
been so mad about it until you’d explained just why you thought it to
be so important.
It really opened his eyes, making him
understand just what a profound effect a family had on you, whether
you wanted them to or not, and he came to realize that he too was
still dragging around the effects of his childhood, because he
refused to work through that.
That very evening he called his
parents as well as his brother, not making up per se but at least
making an effort in taking the first step. He was exhausted
afterwards, but not too exhausted to hold you in his arms and let you
cry into his chest until the pain went away.
♬
The two of you were out on a date when you suddenly
stopped in your tracks, face going white. Zen couldn’t find the
source of your distress until a man and a woman stepped up to you and
without ever seeing so much as a picture of them, he knew they were
your parents.
Despite smiling at you there was a strange aura
surrounding them both and Zen understood where it came from the
second they began complaining about how long you hadn’t called them
and how you hadn’t even considered introducing them to the new man in
your life.
He looked over at you, getting smaller and smaller
under the words until he asked you to go ahead and find them a nice
seat in the Cafe. He gave you a kiss to the temple and a quick nod
before you practically fled the scene, leaving Zen with your
surprised parents.
“If it wasn’t for the people around I
would make a bigger scene, but I’m a public figure and if I want to
provide for your daughter, I need to keep my record clean. However, I
want both of you to know that you are despicable people and if you
ever step up to her again, I’ll show you just how angry I
am.”
★Yoosung★
With Rika gone and his family distant you were a very important part
of Yoosung’s life, his driving force, so to say. Whenever he lacked
internal motivation he relied on you to provide him with external one
and you always did, without a fail. He could count on you at all
times.
However, Yoosung had never stopped to consider that so heavily
leaning on you could possibly harm you. You were so bright and
generous, there couldn’t possibly be something wrong in your life,
right? Just like with Rika though, Yoosung was wrong
You’d
explained it to him after finding out about Rika’s past: Sometimes it
was simply easier to fake a smile than to open up about the pain in
your heart. Especially when it comes to abuse. As long as the scars
aren’t visible, as long as they are only in your head, no one cares
for them.
Yoosung cared though, holding onto you as you broke
down crying after a scene in a movie. Yoosung cared as you wailed in
misery about being lonely and broken, about how their voices and
words haunted you even in your dreams. Yoosung cared and yet he could
do nothing.
★
Yoosung asked Seven to research them, put together a little file for
him. He couldn’t actually make them pay, but the least he felt he
should do was to give them a piece of his mind. Especially when he’d
failed to do so once before, losing his beloved cousin in the
process.
All the research didn’t prepare him for when he
spotted your parents walking towards you while you were having a
stroll through the park. His first instinct – his desire –
told him to to go over and use this opportunity to give them hell.
The smile on your face stopped him.
Instead he steered you
into another direction, making sure that your paths wouldn’t cross
theirs. He bought you ice cream at the stand and gave you his jacket
when it got a little colder. He told you silly jokes and played catch
with you.
He’d loved to have talked to them, but in the end
your wishes and feelings were more important than his when it came to
this matter. Maybe putting your past behind and focusing on making
you happy for the rest of your life was the best option. Yoosung
would certainly try!
♛Jumin♛
Jumin had always
been a perceptive person. It was a necessity to be as much when you
worked with hundreds of people in a machinelike business that had to
be sustained and kept running perfectly. He tended to ignore people’s
feelings in favour of logic, but he always noticed them
nevertheless.
Of course loving you the way he did, watching
your every move and listening to your every word like it was gospel,
Jumin noticed all those little things you thought he didn’t. Like the
way you looked at his father like you were waiting for something, or
looked down the second he met your eye.
He also realized that
while you talked about even the smallest of things with him, open to
share everything and expecting nothing but honesty in return, he knew
nothing of your family, specifically your parents. It didn’t take a
genius to figure out that something was wrong.
For a while he
was patient, waiting for you to open up to him on your own. When
nothing happened he approached you. The conversation was
uncomfortable and painful, but Jumin knew it was necessary. He needed
to know everything in order to help you and help you he did.
♛
The
two of you were out looking for wedding dresses when suddenly you
were approached by a middle aged couple. From the way you went rigid
beside him, Jumin knew that those two must have been your parents.
They looked so innocent, but Jumin knew better than to be deceived by
that.
He introduced himself politely but refused to have any
kind of conversation with them, instead excusing himself and you,
stepping before you like a shield before leading you away from them
without another word. You were completely silent and Jumin knew,
something had to be done.
The second you got home Jumin called
his lawyers and detectives as well as Seven. While the info wasn’t
enough to get them prosecuted, not for verbal abuse, he did manage to
get a restraining order on them, making sure they’d never harm you
ever again.
Along with the order, Jumin decided to write them
a personal, little message as well. He told them how vile and
disgraceful they were for failing you the way they did and that if
they ever stepped to you again, he’d make absolutely sure that the
detectives dug up something on them, no matter how real that
something might be.
☼Saeyoung/Seven☼
Saeyoung knew, better than most
people, what it felt like not wanting to talk about a certain aspect
of your past. For some it was out of embarrassment, others didn’t
want to be judged for something they’d done a long time ago. It was
just something they avoided talking about.
For his brother,
you and him the reason was trauma. Saeyoung didn’t want to be
reminded of those feelings of crippling abandonment and pain caused
by his parents. He’d experienced enough of it and didn’t need a
reminder. He figured the same was the case for you.
You never
brought them up and he never asked. It was an unspoken rule and the
only exception to your one-hundred percent open honesty policy. Of
course that didn’t mean that Saeyoung didn’t find out about it one
way or another. He just didn’t ask you directly.
Instead he
dug up some dirt on them, made sure that he had enough material on
them should he ever need it. With you he simply made sure to avoid
the topic of family altogether, instead focusing on planning a
brighter future as a new, happy family.
☼
It wasn’t
until he saw the way you looked at a mother dragging her screaming
child around, saw the way your eyes became empty and tears gathered
in them, that he realized your parents needed to be punished for what
they’d done.
He figured he better do something late, than not
to it at all. Saeyoung knew that it was technically a violation of
the unspoken rule you’d established, but he couldn’t allow people
who’d broken you the way those two did to live peaceful lives while
you suffered.
And yes, part of his rage was probably fuelled
by his own hatred and the fact that neither him nor Saeran ever got
the payback they somewhat deserved, but he also couldn’t stand the
way you had nightmares every time you heard a child cry.
He
didn’t harm them, of course, although he would have loved to send his
old agency after them. Saeyoung did, however, frame them. It was so
easy to put the nasty kind of pornography on their computers and
alert the police. He liked the irony of them going to prison for
loving children too much
☀Saeran☀
Because
Saeyoung refused to send Saeran to some sort of rehab centre and
Saeren himself couldn’t stand the idea of going to one on one
therapy, the three of you had made a compromise in sending Saeran off
to group therapy instead.
He still hated therapy and people,
but at least he wasn’t the only one talking, so it was a little
easier to bear. Like…he was a part of not only a group, but a group
of people who truly understood what he’d gone through in his
life and shared his pain.
Saeran didn’t question the fact that you sat down with the rest of
the group every single time. After all you were the one driving him
to these sessions and the one driving him home, so he figured you
didn’t feel like driving back and forth.
That was until you
were asked to share your story and instead of brushing it off, you
actually began to talk. He hadn’t realized just how broken you were
until he heard with what kind of ease you talked of that horrible
abuse you endured…like it was nothing. Like it was normal, because
to you it was.
☀
Saeran had always been the more vengeful of the twins,
everyone knew that. He’d planned on taking revenge on anyone who’d
wronged him, but as it turned out his mother was dead, Rika was
shipped off somewhere he couldn’t find her and neither his brother
nor V were the bad guys.
Your parents, however, were still
very much alive and living live’s a little too peaceful for his
liking. They didn’t deserve happiness after what they’d done to you.
He’d researched them, but knew that seeking them out wasn’t an option
with you around.
He took it as a wink of fate when one day,
while walking to the car from therapy, he spotted the pair out and
about. He made up a lie about wanting to clear his head a little,
telling you to drive home alone. Saeran turned to Unknown and
pounced.
“We’re going to play a little game”, he said,
smirking at the two, gagged and hanging from the ceiling. “It’s a
game my abusive mother used to play with me. You’ll stand on your
legs for 24h straight and if you make even the smallest of sounds,
you get hit and no food. Sounds fun, right?!”
📷Jihyun/V📷
Jihyun
had always been an advocate for peaceful solutions and forgiveness.
He couldn’t bear to carry any kind of hatred or anger in his heart,
not when the world was such a dark place on its own. To him there was
nothing more freeing than letting go of any kind of animosity.
It
had been that very attribute of his that had driven him to forgive
Rika and see the good in her even when nobody else could or would.
Sure, in her case his methods had failed, but he was convinced of
their effectiveness in any other case.
Obviously his first
response to finding out about your past was to find out a way to make
it all better. Once again reminded of the way he’d failed Rika in not
taking enough action, he makes the suggestion of inviting your
parents to dinner.
Jihyun only wants you to talk it out with
them and let go of the frustrations you must have been harbouring for
years now. After all he’d seen first hand what pushing feelings down
could do to a person. Eventually you begrudgingly agreed.
📷
From
the moment the door rang you were beyond tense. You’d cleaned the
apartment at least a dozen times, changed your clothes the same
amount of times. You looked nervous upon your parents entering, the
smile on your face obviously fake.
Jihyun didn’t understand
why at first, your parents seemed like ordinary, nice people, but he
was about to find out. You’d just served the tea before dinner, the
four of you sitting in the living room, when the two of them began a
long streak of judgemental and passive aggressive remarks.
Everything you did seemed wrong in their eyes and they didn’t
miss a single opportunity to tell you as much. And the worst part?
They said it with a smile on their faces, acting like they were doing
you a favour and just watching out for you when in reality they were
breaking your spirit.
Eventually Jihyun had had enough. In the
middle of dinner he simply got up and as politely as ever asked them
to leave. He didn’t want to cause a scene and upset you, but he’d
learned that evening that some people were beyond forgiveness.
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