running away

╰┈➤ ❝running away❞

『 ↳Trigger warning! Abuse and blood. I will tell you when it starts 』

Wooyoung was still crying against the man's chest, hugging him tightly because he didn't want to let go. He was scared shitless to go home and meet his furious mother. But another question bubbled in his mind, why would a total stranger hug him of all things? Was he so pathetic that the other one felt pity for him and hugged him so he would stop crying?

When he finally calmed down, he pulled away from the other's chest and looked at his feet, avoiding the other's eyes for some time before he got the courage to talk again. The man stood there and watched, patiently waiting for Wooyoung to say something, a smile still plastered on his gorgeous face.

Wooyoung finally looked up, taking a deep breath and flashing a smile at the other. "Before we part ways... can you tell me your name?" He quietly asked, staring right into the other's purple eyes. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable with that." He quickly added, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment and shifting his gaze back to his feet.

Silence engulfed both of them, Wooyoung finally giving up and looking up to meet the other's eyes again with a sad smile. "I guess you're not comfortable enough around me then..." He said quietly and turned around on his heels, taking his first step towards his house, only to be stopped by the oddly familiar voice behind him.

"San." The man said, giving Wooyoung a reassuring smile. "My name's San." He repeated. Wooyoung widened his eyes and gave the man, San, a wide smile. San seemed to be surprised again, eyes widening from shock.

"I like your name!" Wooyoung looked at San. "But I need to go home..." He said with a nervous sigh. To be honest, he didn't want to go home. He was terrified of what was about to happen to him, considering that his mother has done some questionable things to her son before.

"Will you come back?" San asked quietly. It was obvious that San didn't like to speak, or then he just feared talking to new people, like most people usually. Wooyoung thought for a second, giving San an unsure nod. He didn't know what his mother would do to him. Maybe she'd install cameras around the house to watch her son.

"If I'm allowed..." Wooyoung said with a quiet voice and smiled softly. "My mother isn't very pleased with my behaviour right now..."

"How so?" San asked with a tilt of his head, which made Wooyoung's heart do little flips because of his cuteness. "Is something wrong?" San asked with worry in his tone, Wooyoung obviously avoiding this subject for some reason.

"It's just..." Wooyoung trailed for an answer. "It's nothing." He gave San a reassuring smile. "But I really need to go now, San. It was nice to meet you!" He chuckled, taking San's hand and playfully shook hands with him.

San looked at Wooyoung for a few second before smiling too. "You too, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung gave San one last smile before turning around to leave. San smiled as he watched Wooyoung walk along the path, turning around to wave once in a while before disappearing from sight for good.

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Wooyoung saw the far-too-familiar house in the distance, preparing himself for the worst. He quickly realized that only his mother's car was parked in front of the house, his father's nowhere to be seen. Stopping in front of the front door, heart beating hundred hours-a-minute, Wooyoung contemplated whether he should just run away, or open the door and face the consequences.

He shakily opened the front door, looking at the dark hallway which made him even more nervous. His mother was somewhere there, waiting for Wooyoung, probably with a knife in her hand. The lights were switched on and Wooyoung saw his mother standing in the hallway. She looked furious, and he's never seen her this angry.

He was very sure he'd get a punishment today, considering that his mother was fuming with anger, eyes red as a bull's. She took a step closer to her son and her angry face changed into an evil smirk. Wooyoung was shivering now, afraid to talk nor move at all. She had never looked like this.

He could almost feel the evil aura that was coming from her. He knew she didn't have just punishment in her mind, Wooyoung could feel the blood lust coming from her mother. And if that isn't worrying, then what is?

"Wooyoung, Wooyoung." She began. "I'm not very pleased of this... behavior of yours." She spat, taking steps closer to the terrified Wooyoung. "You know what happens when you disappoint me, right?" She smirked, that same smirk evaporating into thin air as fast as it formed on her face.

Wooyoung watched in horror as his mother came closer. "Mother, please!" He begged, both hands shaking next to his torso. "Don't do this to me, please..." The first tear fell, then another, and another.

She was finally in front of Wooyoung, looking at her son like he was a freak, a disgusting piece of trash ready to be thrown out. And to be honest, that was what Wooyoung felt at the moment. His mother watching him as if he was an insect on her path made him want to disappear this instant. It made him feel small and pathetic, which was probably exactly what his mother wanted.

『 ↳✧･ﾟWarning starts here and continues onto the next chapter! 』

Finally grabbing Wooyoung's hair, his mother dragged him to the living room, making him bump into things on purpose. "You're a fucking disgrace to this family!" She yelled lividly. "You don't deserve to be here."

"P- please!" Wooyoung cried out, his mother throwing him on the kitchen floor as she turned around to get something. "N- no! Don't!" He yelled, sobs leaving his lips.

Wooyoung got up but his mother slapped him on his right cheek, sending him to the floor once again, him hitting the marble counter before finally hitting the floor. And Wooyoung was absolutely right, she had the intention to kill him right there and then.

His mother had a knife in her hand, a bread knife, that is. Wooyoung widened his eyes, a small but desperate gasp leaving his mouth as he tried to stand up. "D- don't, p- please..." He sobbed, legs already wobbly as his mother came closer to him with a wicked, crazy smile on her face.

"You knew this was to come, didn't you?" His mother laughed. "You knew I would do this to you one day, didn't you?!" She yelled.

Wooyoung stood up, leaning against the marble counter, feeling something drip down his forehead, and soon he realized the pain that he was feeling. His forehead was obviously bleeding, blood flowing down his head as he tried to get away from his crazy mother.

Taking a step closer to Wooyoung again, she touched the tip of the knife with her finger, the tip of her finger starting to bleed from the mere sharpness of the blade in her hand. Wooyoung was absolutely and utterly terrified. This wasn't his mother anymore, she was a monster, crazy, manipulative abuser who didn't care for her son at all. She only saw her son as an object she could control and break.

A wall, Wooyoung's back had hit a wall. His eyes widened in horror, but before he even realised what kind of situation he was in, his mother had grabbed his body, turning him around and putting the big knife on his throat.

"You deserve to die, Wooyoung." His mother laughed like a maniac. "You're not good enough, you never were and you never will be. And now you'll be dead. I'm going to be free." She rambled to herself, Wooyoung in her grasp. The knife moved against his throat with elegant moves. "Can you feel the knife against your throat?" She giggled.

Wooyoung was shaking in her grasp, his own mother was about to kill him, so of course he was hyperventilating and scared. What kind of a mother would give birth to a healthy, kind child and then kill them? He tried reaching for something, anything that would help him somehow.

He felt something hit his hand softly, presuming it was a pen, he picked it up in secret, feeling the knife on his throat, slowly slicing it's way through. Wooyoung readied himself and stabbed the pen on his mother's hand that was holding the knife, the weapon falling to the ground immediately.

His mother groaned in pain, loud yells echoing in the house. "You fucking idiot of a son! You'll regret this, you'll regret fucking everything!" She yelled, lounging herself at the knife and grabbing it from the ground.

Wooyoung ran for the front door, looking behind him and realising his mother was going to get to him before he could make it. He prayed in his head, quiet sobs leaving his mouth as he desperately tried to get out of the house he hated from the bottom of his heart.

But, she got to Wooyoung, shoving the knife in his shoulder, receiving a yell of pain from the younger. The knife pierced through Wooyoung's flesh, blood oozing out of the fresh wound. He looked at the knife and gasped, his mother laughing next to him. With the last of his strength, Wooyoung pushed her on the ground and fled the nightmare house.

Leaving his yelling mother in the house, hopefully for forever.