my savior
Title: My Savior
Author: tsukixchan
Prompt #056: Filth
Pairing: Donghae/Ryeowook
Genre: angst, au, fluff, hurt/comfort
Rating : PG-13
Word Count : { 1072 }
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A/N : Well ; I don’t know. This is angsty. Very angsty. For vietpryncess . ♥
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“Shut up! Don’t talk back to me, you useless piece of filth!” A loud slap resounds through the room. The young boy whimpers, huddling in a corner.
“D-Daddy… Please stop!” He cries, as blows rain down on his exhausted body. His father pays no heed to his son’s pleas, beating him mercilessly. The tiny child collapses, unconscious, on the ground.
“Filth.” His father mutters, stomping out of the room. The figure on the ground twitches slightly, then moves no more.
--
3 months later, the 6 year old runs away from home. He cannot stay there any longer; his father beats him every day to the point where he passes out. He thinks that maybe, it’s because his mother died when he was born. He runs and runs, moving as quickly as his little legs can carry him.
He collapses, exhausted, against a tree, several hours later. He falls asleep, hidden among the grove of trees.
--
“Hey… wake up!” A small hand shakes his shoulders, and he jerks awake with a scream. “Are you okay?” The other boy gasps, seeing the child’s bruised and battered face. The child stares at him with frightened eyes that appear large in a hollow face. “Don’t be afraid…” The boy stretches out a gentle hand towards the shaking child.
“D-Don’t touch me!” The child squeaks. The boy immediately draws his hand back.
“Have you eaten today?” He asks gently. The child shakes his head slowly. “Then, please, come to my house and have some food.”
“W-Where?” The child demands.
“Just right there.” The boy points to a house across the street.
“Fine…” The child follows the boy carefully across the street and into the house.
“Umma!” The boy shouts, dashing through the house. “Umma, this boy, I found him at the park. Can we give him some food, please? I think he was beaten, if you look at him.” The boy explains quietly to his mother.
“What do you want to eat, sweetheart? The boy’s mother asks gently. The child stares at her with frightened eyes. “Are eggs okay?” The child nods silently, standing awkwardly in the hallway.
She places a bowl in front of the child. “T-Thank you…” He squeaks, looking at the food. He starts eating the food slowly, managing as well as his little fingers can handle the utensils.
“What’s your name?” The boy asks, sitting across from the child.
The child swallows before responding. “Kim… Ryeowook.”
The boy beams. “I’m Lee Donghae!” Ryeowook nods warily.
“Do you have anywhere to go, Ryeowook ah?” Donghae’s mother asks. Ryeowook shakes his head. “Why don’t you take a shower and change your clothes?”
“I can?” Ryeowook whispers, amazed. His father had denied him so many basic rights, it was shocking that these people would even let a stranger in and feed him. Donghae’s mother nods and Ryeowook flies at her, hugging her tightly around the middle. “Thank you!” He smiles up at her.
“It’s no problem. Donghae, please help him with the shower.” Donghae nods, beckoning Ryeowook to follow him.
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“Your mommy is really nice.” Ryeowook says quietly. Donghae nods enthusiastically.
“I love umma! She always takes care of me.” Donghae smiles, content.
“I wish my umma could have done that…” Ryeowook says sadly. Donghae looks up.
“Where is your umma?” He says curiously, still adjusting the water. Tears well up in Ryeowook’s eyes.
“She died,” Ryeowook frowns, “when I was born.”
Donghae looks away. “I’m sorry…” He whispers. Ryeowook shakes his head, peeling off his clothes and stepping into the now ready shower. Donghae catches sight of purple bruises marring Ryeowook’s skin, of yellowing, fading bruises, testaments to months, maybe years of repeated abuse.
“I’ll be okay here,” Ryeowook says. Donghae agrees, preparing to leave.
“Oh yeah, clothes are on the counter!” Donghae says before he leaves.
“Thank you.” Ryeowook says quietly.
--
So they take him in. He tells them about his father’s abuse, and they report it to the police. The police arrest his father.
“Filth, you killed your mother!” Ryeowook’s father screams at Ryeowook as he is dragged off to prison. The 7 year old turns to the 8 year old Donghae and sobs.
“It’s okay, Wookie.” Donghae says seriously. “We love you.”
Ryeowook cries harder as he is engulfed in a warm embrace from Donghae and his mother.
--
Almost 10 years later, Ryeowook answers the doorbell, staring blankly at the man who stands there.
He shrieks as a fist connects with his face and sends him collapsing against the glass mirror. The pounding of feet tell him that Donghae has heard him scream and is on his way to help.
Ryeowook’s father slams fists into his 16 year old son’s body. Ryeowook tries to fight back, but his father has weight and surprise and power on his side. His father takes every advantage he has, beating his son into unconsciousness once again.
“Get away from him!” Donghae screams, shoving Ryeowook’s father viciously as soon as he sees him. Ryeowook’s father stumbles backwards, hissing angrily.
“Wookie, Wook!” Donghae cries desperately, patting his best friend’s cheek. Ryeowook moans quietly, lashes fluttering. Donghae clutches Ryeowook’s barely stirring body close to him.
“Why are you protecting filth?” Ryeowook’s father demands. Donghae glares at him.
“Ryeowook is not filth!” Donghae yells. Ryeowook’s father sneers, and gets a fist slammed painfully into his stomach. Donghae hits pressure points on Ryeowook’s father’s neck as he collapses.
--
Ryeowook’s father is arrested, again. Ryeowook is pale and shaking from the encounter.
“It’ll be okay, Wookie.” Donghae says gently. Donghae touches Ryeowook’s swollen cheek gently, and Ryeowook winces as pain shoots through his once again battered body.
“Oh, Hae, I thought I was done with him…” Ryeowook whimpers. Donghae presses a gentle kiss to Ryeowook’s swollen cheek, and Ryeowook stares at Donghae in shock. “H-Hae…?” He stutters.
Donghae smiles at him. “This is what umma did whenever I got a ‘boo boo’.” Ryeowook slowly starts to smile back. “Ignore everything he says, Wook. Everything he’s ever said,” Donghae says seriously. “You are not filth. Not to me, not to anyone in their right mind.” Ryeowook’s eyes tear up.
“Donghae… you’re always here when I need you…” Ryeowook’s voice wavers slightly. Donghae hugs him tightly.
“You’re very special, Wookie. Please, always remember that.” Donghae whispers.
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Donghae has always been my savior. He’s always been there for me. My very own guardian angel.
Thank you, hyung.
Fin.
Author: tsukixchan
Prompt #056: Filth
Pairing: Donghae/Ryeowook
Genre: angst, au, fluff, hurt/comfort
Rating : PG-13
Word Count : { 1072 }
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A/N : Well ; I don’t know. This is angsty. Very angsty. For vietpryncess . ♥
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“Shut up! Don’t talk back to me, you useless piece of filth!” A loud slap resounds through the room. The young boy whimpers, huddling in a corner.
“D-Daddy… Please stop!” He cries, as blows rain down on his exhausted body. His father pays no heed to his son’s pleas, beating him mercilessly. The tiny child collapses, unconscious, on the ground.
“Filth.” His father mutters, stomping out of the room. The figure on the ground twitches slightly, then moves no more.
--
3 months later, the 6 year old runs away from home. He cannot stay there any longer; his father beats him every day to the point where he passes out. He thinks that maybe, it’s because his mother died when he was born. He runs and runs, moving as quickly as his little legs can carry him.
He collapses, exhausted, against a tree, several hours later. He falls asleep, hidden among the grove of trees.
--
“Hey… wake up!” A small hand shakes his shoulders, and he jerks awake with a scream. “Are you okay?” The other boy gasps, seeing the child’s bruised and battered face. The child stares at him with frightened eyes that appear large in a hollow face. “Don’t be afraid…” The boy stretches out a gentle hand towards the shaking child.
“D-Don’t touch me!” The child squeaks. The boy immediately draws his hand back.
“Have you eaten today?” He asks gently. The child shakes his head slowly. “Then, please, come to my house and have some food.”
“W-Where?” The child demands.
“Just right there.” The boy points to a house across the street.
“Fine…” The child follows the boy carefully across the street and into the house.
“Umma!” The boy shouts, dashing through the house. “Umma, this boy, I found him at the park. Can we give him some food, please? I think he was beaten, if you look at him.” The boy explains quietly to his mother.
“What do you want to eat, sweetheart? The boy’s mother asks gently. The child stares at her with frightened eyes. “Are eggs okay?” The child nods silently, standing awkwardly in the hallway.
She places a bowl in front of the child. “T-Thank you…” He squeaks, looking at the food. He starts eating the food slowly, managing as well as his little fingers can handle the utensils.
“What’s your name?” The boy asks, sitting across from the child.
The child swallows before responding. “Kim… Ryeowook.”
The boy beams. “I’m Lee Donghae!” Ryeowook nods warily.
“Do you have anywhere to go, Ryeowook ah?” Donghae’s mother asks. Ryeowook shakes his head. “Why don’t you take a shower and change your clothes?”
“I can?” Ryeowook whispers, amazed. His father had denied him so many basic rights, it was shocking that these people would even let a stranger in and feed him. Donghae’s mother nods and Ryeowook flies at her, hugging her tightly around the middle. “Thank you!” He smiles up at her.
“It’s no problem. Donghae, please help him with the shower.” Donghae nods, beckoning Ryeowook to follow him.
--
“Your mommy is really nice.” Ryeowook says quietly. Donghae nods enthusiastically.
“I love umma! She always takes care of me.” Donghae smiles, content.
“I wish my umma could have done that…” Ryeowook says sadly. Donghae looks up.
“Where is your umma?” He says curiously, still adjusting the water. Tears well up in Ryeowook’s eyes.
“She died,” Ryeowook frowns, “when I was born.”
Donghae looks away. “I’m sorry…” He whispers. Ryeowook shakes his head, peeling off his clothes and stepping into the now ready shower. Donghae catches sight of purple bruises marring Ryeowook’s skin, of yellowing, fading bruises, testaments to months, maybe years of repeated abuse.
“I’ll be okay here,” Ryeowook says. Donghae agrees, preparing to leave.
“Oh yeah, clothes are on the counter!” Donghae says before he leaves.
“Thank you.” Ryeowook says quietly.
--
So they take him in. He tells them about his father’s abuse, and they report it to the police. The police arrest his father.
“Filth, you killed your mother!” Ryeowook’s father screams at Ryeowook as he is dragged off to prison. The 7 year old turns to the 8 year old Donghae and sobs.
“It’s okay, Wookie.” Donghae says seriously. “We love you.”
Ryeowook cries harder as he is engulfed in a warm embrace from Donghae and his mother.
--
Almost 10 years later, Ryeowook answers the doorbell, staring blankly at the man who stands there.
He shrieks as a fist connects with his face and sends him collapsing against the glass mirror. The pounding of feet tell him that Donghae has heard him scream and is on his way to help.
Ryeowook’s father slams fists into his 16 year old son’s body. Ryeowook tries to fight back, but his father has weight and surprise and power on his side. His father takes every advantage he has, beating his son into unconsciousness once again.
“Get away from him!” Donghae screams, shoving Ryeowook’s father viciously as soon as he sees him. Ryeowook’s father stumbles backwards, hissing angrily.
“Wookie, Wook!” Donghae cries desperately, patting his best friend’s cheek. Ryeowook moans quietly, lashes fluttering. Donghae clutches Ryeowook’s barely stirring body close to him.
“Why are you protecting filth?” Ryeowook’s father demands. Donghae glares at him.
“Ryeowook is not filth!” Donghae yells. Ryeowook’s father sneers, and gets a fist slammed painfully into his stomach. Donghae hits pressure points on Ryeowook’s father’s neck as he collapses.
--
Ryeowook’s father is arrested, again. Ryeowook is pale and shaking from the encounter.
“It’ll be okay, Wookie.” Donghae says gently. Donghae touches Ryeowook’s swollen cheek gently, and Ryeowook winces as pain shoots through his once again battered body.
“Oh, Hae, I thought I was done with him…” Ryeowook whimpers. Donghae presses a gentle kiss to Ryeowook’s swollen cheek, and Ryeowook stares at Donghae in shock. “H-Hae…?” He stutters.
Donghae smiles at him. “This is what umma did whenever I got a ‘boo boo’.” Ryeowook slowly starts to smile back. “Ignore everything he says, Wook. Everything he’s ever said,” Donghae says seriously. “You are not filth. Not to me, not to anyone in their right mind.” Ryeowook’s eyes tear up.
“Donghae… you’re always here when I need you…” Ryeowook’s voice wavers slightly. Donghae hugs him tightly.
“You’re very special, Wookie. Please, always remember that.” Donghae whispers.
--
Donghae has always been my savior. He’s always been there for me. My very own guardian angel.
Thank you, hyung.
Fin.