a/n: this is where the warnings come in!! please if you are not comfortable with the warned topics that i mentioned in the intro chapter then please don't read the rest of the book because it will get uncomfortable/triggering very fast and i will not give another heads up !!

Minho enjoyed his life. He lived with his parents that loved him so much. He was an only child of course, but he had a lot of friends in his first grade class. It was a normal day and he was enjoying his time at school when he was called into the office. The boy walked into the office and he saw his father standing there, distressed and he looked like he had been crying. In all of his seven years, Minho had never seen his dad cry so obviously the child knew something was wrong. He ran to his dad, hugging him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Minho we have to go." His dad said softly.

"Where?"

"I'll explain in the car. Come on bud, let's go." His dad tried to act happy for his son's sake.

The little boy followed his dad to the car and sat in the back. His dad started the car and drove. Minho thought they were going back to his home but he was wrong.

"Minho, listen to me," His dad started saying, "We are going to the hospital."

"Why? Who's hurt?" Minho asked, not knowing what was about to hit him.

"Mom's not doing very good right now and we need to visit her."

"What do you mean mom's not doing good?" Minho being only seven, didn't know how serious the situation was or the concept behind a hospital. He only knew that people went to the hospital when they were hurt, so he thought his mom was in there because she got a minor scratch on her leg or something.

His dad didn't answer and they arrived at the hospital. Minho and his dad walked inside the hospital, into the room where his mom was being held at. When they walked inside, he expected to see his mom's smile and hear her say hi to him but instead he was greeted with his mom laying on the hospital bed with wires hooked up to her. He couldn't recognize her, her head was wrapped in white wrap and she had bruises and cuts all over her face and body. Her legs and arms were covered with casts. Minho saw his grandparents crying in the hospital chairs.

The little boy broke down and started crying, he was scared. He didn't know who that person laying in that hospital bed was, he couldn't recognize her face from how bruised it was, it couldn't be his mom.

"What happened to her?" He cried out loud.

"Minho listen to me." His dad took ahold of his shoulders. "Mom got into a car accident and the doctors don't know if she'll..." His dad couldn't finish his sentence as tears weld his eyes too.

Minho started crying even more. He wasn't a dumb child, he knew what that meant for his mom's sake. He must've cried himself to sleep because the next thing he remembered was waking up to commotion. His dad was calling out for doctors and his grandparents were by his mom's side, crying hysterically, yelling for help. There was a long beep sound that stood out to Minho, he looked at the monitor where the beep was coming from and saw a straight green line across the screen. He didn't know what that meant or what was going on. The doctors came rushing in and tried to help his mom but they couldn't do anything, it was too late. They called the time of death and that was something Minho would never forget. 2:33 P.M.

It didn't hit Minho that his mother was gone until the funeral. Until he saw his mom laying lifeless in the coffin. Until they placed the coffin into the hole that went many feet into the ground. He didn't cry at the funeral, but when his dad took him home after, he cried all night and eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

He didn't go to school, he was too devastated. At first, he was glad that he had his dad at least, but that gratefulness didn't last very long. The widowed dad didn't know how to handle the death of his wife and the only way he found to cope with that sadness, was alcohol.

He didn't go to work for the first month since his boss understood his situation and let him take a break, but during that month of not going to work, Minho didn't go to school either. Everyday his dad was either sleeping or drinking alcohol. Minho didn't even recognize his father, the person he became from all the alcohol, was a completely different person and it scared the child. Before, he never yelled at Minho but now he was screaming at the little kid for every single thing he did. He would always find a reason to yell at the child even if it was over the smallest thing. It just made Minho want to hide in his room all day. Sadly, he couldn't even do that because his dad would yell at him, but if Minho was outside of his room for too long then he would get yelled at too. Everything the poor kid did, would result in him getting yelled at, he was never doing anything right in his father's eyes.

Minho couldn't take it anymore, he finally built the courage to run away from his dad. It was a Friday afternoon, his father was snoring on the living room couch and Minho took the chance to open the door and make a run for it. He bolted down the driveway and ran to the right. All the burdens on his shoulder lift off of him as he felt free again. Free from that person he couldn't even consider his father anymore.

That all came crashing down on him when he felt a a hand, roughly grab the back of his shirt. He turned his head around and made eye contact with his fuming father.

"Where do you think you're going? You piece of shit." His dad growled at him. Minho could smell the liquor from his dad's breath and his face scrunched up.

"I-I'm sorry." He apologized quietly.

"Save it." His dad snapped, dragging him back home.

How did he wake up? How did he even catch up to me?

When they got back to the house, his dad closed the door and threw Minho onto the floor, causing the small boy to help in pain.

"Do you really think you can get away from me that easily?!" His dad yelled at him. Minho quickly shook his head in fear.

"You deserve a punishment." His dad swung his foot at Minho's stomach, making him cry out in pain.

"S-stop, you're hurting me." The child begged.

"This is what you deserve. You brought this on yourself the moment you decided to open that door and run away. This is your fault kid." His dad spat in his face.

"I'm sorry, I-I promise I won't do it again." Minho whispered.

"Oh you're right! You won't do it again because I won't give you a chance to do it again." His dad said before he reached out to Minho. The boy flinched as his dad grabbed his shirt, dragging him to who knows where.

Soon Minho realized his dad was dragging him to the basement. He opened the basement door and threw his son down the stairs and slammed the door shut, locking it. Minho laid on the cold concrete floor of the basement, in the dark, sobbing in pain.

After a few minutes, he slowly and painfully got up, walking up the stairs. He reached for the doorknob and turned it, soon realizing it was locked. He shook it harder, banging on the door and yelling out for his dad to open it. Minho gave up after ten minutes, he walked back down the stairs and sat on the bottom stair, looking around the basement to find something that would entertain him, but there was nothing.

Minho didn't know how long he sat there for, it felt like days but it was only a few hours. Finally, he heard the door unlock and open. Minho quickly got up from excitement and immediately sat back down, whimpering. His dad closed the door and walked down the stairs with a bunch of things in his arms.

"Don't fucking move or else I will kill you." His dad threatened.

Minho sucked in his breath. He couldn't believe his dad threatened to kill him. Who was this man?

His father walked over to the wall and started doing something that Minho couldn't see since his dad's body was covering it, but whatever he was doing, was making a lot of noise. The boy could've ran up the stairs, lock his dad in the basement, and then run out of the house, calling for help. But he was absolutely petrified of his father and with his body aching in pain, he definitely wasn't in any shape to run.

When his dad was done with whatever he was doing, he stood up and Minho could finally see what he was working on. He had drilled something into the wall, a long chain with a metal circle at the end.

"Come here Minho." His dad said as he walked towards the child.

Minho couldn't run away, but he kicked his legs at his dad to get him away. He didn't know what that chain was for, but he knew it wasn't going to be anything good.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" The boy screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Shut up child." His dad said through his clenched teeth as he wrapped his hand around Minho's neck. The boy quickly felt his amounts of air get short so he clawed at his dad's hands, gasping for air.

The next thing Minho knew, he woke up on the basement floor with a metal shackle around his left ankle that was connected to a chain. Minho grabbed at it and tried to get it off of his ankle but he couldn't remove it. Next he tried to pull the chain from the wall, but it wouldn't budge, not with Minho's limited strength. He stood up and limped around. The chain wasn't short but it was long, maybe five feet long. The shackle around his left leg was heavy and very uncomfortable. It would pinch at his skin sometimes and the metal wasn't smoothed out so it would cut and irritate the skin on Minho's ankle. At first, Minho tried to not move around because his left ankle was in so much pain from all open skin that wasn't healed and walking around would create more open wounds and irritation.

A few hours later, his dad came back down into the basement with a plate of food, there wasn't a lot of food but at this point Minho was starving and would've been grateful for anything. His dad dropped the plate in front of Minho and went back upstairs. The boy stuffed the food down his throat.

A few minutes later his dad came downstairs again, holding a blanket, pillow and a mat. He threw the mat on the floor and dropped the blanket and pillow on top of it. His dad walked back up the stairs and a a minute later, he came back with a first grade workbook, a lamp, and a clock, aggressively dropping the items in the floor beside Minho.

"There's your bed and since you're not going to school anymore, I bought you a workbook that should be equivalent to whatever you learn in a school. Here's a pencil." He threw it at Minho, making him flinch.

"Why did you put this on my leg?" The child asked softly.

"So you won't run away." His dad said as if it was the most obvious thing.

"Please let me out." Minho begged. "I don't want to be here."

"No! You're going to leave if I do let you go. You should've thought about that before you tried to run away the first place."

"I miss mom." Minho whispered, thinking his dad wouldn't hear, but he did.

"She's dead! A drunk driver crashed into her and the impact ruined her body and killed her! She's gone!" His dad yelled at the child like it was his fault.

Minho started crying, he didn't know if it was from how scared he was or because he just found out the details of his mom's death, maybe it was a mix of both.

His dad slapped Minho across his face, "Stop crying! You don't deserve to cry over her when it was your fault! She got hit after she dropped you off at school. If you weren't alive then she would still be alive right now!"

The world around Minho went mute after his dad said that. The constant pain he was feeling disappeared as his body went numb. It felt like his world was crashing down on him again. He felt like throwing up the little food he had in his stomach.

My mom is dead because of me.

After his dad left the room, it was like all the physical and mental pain came colliding at once and he started crying hysterically. His vision was blurry from the amount of tears that was forming in his eyes and he couldn't breathe properly. He cried for hours until he fell asleep.

This cycle continued for a year. His dad would come in his room in the morning and give him breakfast then leave him alone until he came down to give Minho dinner. Everytime he came to give the boy food, he would remind him that he was the reason for his mother's death. About twice a week, his dad would come down when he was extremely drunk and beat the shit out of Minho until he passed out.

One day, his dad never came to give Minho breakfast, which the boy didn't think much of because sometimes his dad forgot breakfast, but he would always come for dinner. Minho just continued to work on the second grade workbook that his dad gave him. He read a few books and then laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, daydreaming of a better life he could be living. He checked his clock, 8:34 P.M.

Minho started to get confused, by now his dad would've brought him some food. He had never went a day without any food and he really didn't want to experience that. He waited and waited but his dad never came. The boy gave up and just went to sleep starving. The next day, he woke up at 12:45, and yet, there was no food in front of him. He got up weakly and tried to walk to the stairs. He knew he wouldn't have made it, but he just hoped that magically his chain would become longer and of course that didn't happen. By now Minho learned to deal with the pain on his left ankle, he learned to get used to the irritation and the open wounds that never fully healed. It was almost like his body numbed the pain away.

Minho walked back to his mat and laid down. He picked up a book and started reading it. He only had like four books that he read over and over again. He's read them so many times that he could quote word for word every page in the book.

After a few hours, he felt the whole house shake. The little boy quickly sat up and looked around.

What was that?

Minho heard stomps on the floor above him. He just figured it was his drunk dad and laid back down on his mat, thinking about food.

He heard the door to the basement wiggle and Minho shot back up again, hoping and praying that it was his dad giving him some food. When the door opened he was blinded by a light. Minho quickly squinted and threw his arms over his eyes.

"Dad?" He called out.

"Oh my god there's someone in here." He heard a female voice say. Minho started shaking, he didn't recognize the voice.

He heard three people walk down the old wooden stairs. The bright light disappeared and Minho removed his arms from his face. Once his eyes adjusted to the semi darkness, he was met with three police officers. Minho immediately scrambled back to the wall, trying to get as far away from them as possible.

"Don't be scared." The female police officer said in a soft voice. "We're here to help you."

"W-where's my dad?" Minho asked quietly.

"Is the man that lives in this house your father?" She asked.

"Yes... I live here too." Minho mumbled.

"What's your name?"

"Lee Minho."

"Minho, how come you're in the basement?"

"My dad chained and locked me in here after I tried to run away." Minho pointed to the shackle around his red and swollen ankle.

"Oh Jesus, I didn't even see that." One of the other officer's whispered.

"Poor child." The other one said.

"We're going to help you get that off of your ankle and then take you somewhere where you can get that healed." The female officer said.

"Where's my dad?" Minho asked again.

"He's... gone."

"Gone where?"

"...He's not alive anymore." She said softly.

"Oh." Was all Minho said. He didn't cry, or freak out, instead he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

The police officers carefully took the metal shackle off of his ankle and the state his ankle was in, was not pleasant. There was dried blood around it, it was red and swollen and there was scabs and dead skin surrounding it, a lot of exposed tissue, dead and new. One of the police officers carried him to their car and drove him to the hospital. They set him on a bed and a doctor came by and checked on his ankle. Him and some nurses cleaned it up and gave him some ointment and wrapped it up. If they cared for it a year ago then Minho would be screaming in pain but his nerves were so dead on his left ankle, he didn't even flinch while they cleaned it up.

Minho stayed at the hospital for a few days. He finally had access to proper hygiene for the first time in a year and he never felt better. After his time in the hospital, the female police officer came back. She asked a few questions about his time in the basement and about his father, after that she took him to her car and drove off somewhere.

"What happened to my dad?" Minho asked in the car.

"I told you, he passed." She replied gently.

"But how? Why?" Minho urged. The police officer stayed quiet so the boy continued, "It's okay to tell me the truth. I want to know and I'm not going to cry."

The officer stayed quiet for a few seconds before sighing, "Okay, um, this is not gonna be easy news to take but your father... killed someone. Then the police found him at your house, in his room. He took his own life away."

"Oh." Was all Minho said. He felt like he should've been sad for his dad's death but he was instead relieved. "Where are we going?"

"We are going to a place where you're going to stay." She said.

The drive lasted for about three minutes more until she parked in front of a big place. The police officer walked with Minho into the front door. She was rolling a suitcase.

"Hi I'm here to drop off Lee Minho. He should be an orphan here." The officer said to the front lady.

"Oh yes, his name is right here."

The police officer turned to Minho, "Goodbye bud, make a lot of friends here. I also packed a bunch of your stuff." She smiled before walking out the door.

"Come on Minho." A women said to him, holding her hand out for him.

Minho hesitantly grabbed her hand and followed her to a big room with a bunch of bunk beds. She guided him to an empty bed.

"This is your bed. Your stuff is going to go under your bed." She said nicely as she placed the suitcase under his bed. "Come on, let's introduce you to the other kids."

Minho followed her outside and there was about fifty other kids out there. Some looked his age, some looked younger and some looked older. They were all doing their own things with their group of friends.

"Everyone," The lady called out, getting everyone's attention, "This is Lee Minho, he's going to join us here so please be nice to him and try to become friends with him."

But that didn't happen. None of the kids cared about Minho and no one wanted to be friends with him. Every time he tried to talk to the other kids or sat next to them, they either ignored him or walked away. Some of them even bullied him, called him rude names and pushed him around.

There was one kid in specific who wouldn't stop bothering Minho and he was the worst of them all. Park Moonjin. He reminded Minho of his dad. Moonjin wasn't as bad as him but they did similar things. Moonjin would push him down, kick him and pull his hair. They were the same age, but Minho was so scrawny and skinny from only being given small scraps of food for breakfast and dinner for the past year. He was weak and didn't know how to protect himself which made him vulnerable to someone like Moonjin and he took advantage of that.

For a year straight, Moonjin would basically abuse Minho and go the extra mile just to make his life a living hell. Minho thought that once his dad was out of the picture, then he would be able to live in peace and be happy again, but Moonjin was there to prove to him that that wasn't going to happen. Minho gained some weight since the orphanage gave him a better food portion than his dad but he was still a bit underweight and weak.

At nine years old, Minho was informed that he was going to a foster family and the boy was going to cry of happiness. He was finally going to escape Moonjin and his abuse. But that happiness lasted for about thirty seconds after the lady told him that the foster family was also going to foster another child. That child was Park Moonjin.

Minho tried to think positively and told himself that Moonjin wasn't going to be as abusive since there were going to be parents watching them and it was going to be more secured and protected.

A few days later, the foster family came to pick up Minho and Moonjin from the orphanage. The family had another son about their age too, his name was Jaewoo. The first week was okay, it wasn't bad because Moonjin didn't really talk to him at all, he kind of just ignored his existence and Minho wasn't complaining. But it wasn't great either, Jaewoo became really close with Moonjin and that also meant he ignored Minho's presence. The boy just felt lonely, but he wasn't complaining because it could be worse.

After the first week, the parents started to travel a lot more for their job. The only reason they started fostering children was because their son didn't want to be lonely while they went on business trips. So the parents left after the first week which meant there was no more adults watching their every move. Sure there were nanny's that stayed with them, but they never really payed attention to the kids. They were too concerned with themselves.

On the second day without the parents, Minho was laying on his bed, reading a book when someone opened his bedroom door. He looked up from his book and saw Moonjin's head pop in.

"Hey Minho, I just came in here to apologize." He said.

Minho raised an eyebrow at him. "Huh?"

Moonjin walked into the bedroom and sat at the edge of his bed. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you at the orphanage. I just wasn't happy and I took it all out on you, the vulnerable new kid and I'm sorry for that. I promise I won't hurt you anymore, I'm sorry for what I did and I hope we can become friends."

Minho looked at Moonjin and the boy looked genuine so he nodded. "Okay I forgive you."

"Hug? To start fresh?" Moonjin opened his arms.

Minho shrugged and hugged the boy. As they were hugging, Moonjin pushed Minho to the bed and sat on his stomach, pinning his arms above him on the bed. "Now!" Moonjin shouted.

Minho gave the boy a confused look, "What're you do-" He quickly stopped talking when he saw Jaewoo walk into his room with two rolls of ropes, he threw one of them to Moonjin and he caught it. Before Minho could process what was happening, he felt his wrists and ankles being tied together with the rope the both of them had. Minho tried to squirm and kick but it was too late, he was already tied up. Moonjin got off of him and high fived Jaewoo.

"Untie me!" Minho shouted.

"No. Where's the fun in that?" Moonjin laughed.

"You promised that you wouldn't hurt me."

"Yeah that was a lie. I just said that so I could get you to trust me."

Minho opened his mouth slightly. How could he have been so stupid? How could he trust someone like Moonjin to keep his promises? The rope tied around his wrists and ankles were so tight, it was digging into to his skin and cutting the circulation off. Every time he slightly moved his wrist or ankles, the rope would rub against his skin, creating burns and if he moved enough, then it would rip layers of skin causing him to bleed.

"What're you going to do to me?" Minho's voice shook with fear.

"Oh you know, have some fun." Jaewoo laughed.

Moonjin walked around and grabbed a picture frame from Minho's desk. It was a picture of Minho and his mom, his favorite picture, the only physical memory he has of her. Moonjin slammed it onto the ground making Minho flinched as the glass shattered. The next thing he knew, Moonjin was dragging him out of his room, forcing the boy to step on the glass with his bare feet, cutting the bottoms of his feet. Minho yelped in pain.

"Oh shut up." Jaewoo rolled his eyes.

Moonjin dragged Minho, by his hair, to the top of the stairs and stopped. He yawned and Jaewoo kicked Minho, making the boy lose his balance and fall down the wooden stairs. When he reached the bottom, he was sure he had a concussion and dozens of bruises all over his body.

Moonjin and Jaewoo laughed the entire time, occasionally throwing insults at him too. After they were done laughing, they walked down the stairs to where Minho was and untied him. They left him there, in pain and didn't do anything to help the boy.

After Minho got enough strength to get up, he limped back to his room and cleaned up the glass on his floor. He picked up the picture and thankfully it wasn't ruined, only the frame was, but Minho didn't care about that. He began to treat his own wounds.

This continued for months. The two tortured Minho a lot worse than what Moonjin did at the orphanage. It was basically as bad as his dad, minus the starvation. He found himself back into that void of darkness and didn't know if he was ever going to get out.

One day Moonjin and Jaewoo walked into Minho's room when he was taking a nap. Moonjin slowly took one of Minho's wrists and tied it to the top of his bed frame. He repeated it for the other arm. Jaewoo, on the other hand, tied his ankles to the bottom of his bed frame. Moonjin slapped Minho's cheek to wake him up.

The boy woke up in shock and tried to move his arms when he realized they were tied to his bed. He frantically looked around his room and saw the two devils. He tried to bring his knees to his chest for comfort but soon realized his legs were also tied to his bed frame, not able to move them. Minho started to freak out a little. This was different. They never tied him to his bed, they usually just tied his arms together and his ankles together.

"W-why'd you tie me to the bed?" Minho stuttered out of fear.

"Me and Moonjin were talking and we both realized how boring it's been torturing you and we decided that it's time to do something different." Jaewoo smiled evilly.

Minho looked at them in fear, "Different how?" He asked, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"Oh trust me you'll enjoy it." Moonjin winked.

Minho knew for a fact he wasn't going to enjoy anything if it came from Moonjin or Jaewoo. He squirmed and tried to get out of the ropes but of course that only resulted with him worsening his unhealed burns, scabs and ripped skin. He felt a little bit of blood trickle down his arm and leg from the freshly opened skin he caused from moving around in the tight ropes.

"Get away from me!" Minho screamed resulting in Moonjin slapping his already sore cheek.

"Shut up."

Minho kept squirming, he was going to fight even if he knew he was going to lose.

Moonjin got annoyed with Minho's amount of movement so he sat on top of the boy's stomach. Minho could feel his breath get short. He stopped squirming to safe his amount of breaths. The boy glared at the male on top of him, resulting in another slap.

Minho was about to yell back when he felt Jaewoo's hand travel up his leg. His eyes widened. "Jaewoo s-stop." He begged

The male didn't listen or say anything back. He continued to drag his hand up Minho's leg until he stopped at the seam of his shorts. Before Minho had time to wrap his mind around what was happening, Jaewoo slid his hand inside Minho's pants and palmed him through his underwear. The boy froze, he didn't know what to do, he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life.

Jaewoo continued and slid his hand inside Minho's underwear, touching places that he should've never touched. Minho squirmed for his life, he didn't care if he ripped his arms from the rope or if he got hurt even more by Moonjin. He just wanted it to stop. He wanted Jaewoo to stop touching him and to get his hand out of his underwear. He screamed with tears rolling down his face.

Moonjin punched Minho but the boy didn't stop. He kept twisting and turning. He didn't stop until Moonjin hit him enough times to knock Minho out. Jaewoo didn't stop either, he was laughing, enjoying everything and Minho was sure that the boy didn't stop even when he was passed out on the bed.

When Minho woke up, he was untied and there was dried blood all over his wrists and ankles that were aching. There were dried tears on his face and he felt exhausted. He just wanted to curl up and cry. He would 1000% much rather be in the basement of his old home, starving.

Minho found the urge to get up and take a shower, he needed to wash off the dried blood and the feel of the violation. Afterwards he walked out of the house. It was late and the bright moon was the only source of light. It was cold but Minho didn't care, he just needed to take a walk. While on the walk he ran into a couple of street fighters and almost got himself into a bad situation, but thankfully the street fighters he ran into were actually sweet, they only fought people who were rude or whoever fought them first. There were seven of them.

"You shouldn't be out here at this time, especially alone." The first one said.

"I'd much rather get beat up than stay at the place I'm at for any longer." Minho said.

"Having a hard time back at home?" Another one said.

"Yeah you could say that."

"We can teach you how to fight and stand up for yourself." Another one said.

"Jaebum hyung, he's a child!" One said.

"We all are! He's definitely not much younger than Yugyeom." Jaebum said.

"I don't care, he looks like an innocent child."

"Youngjae, think about it, he can start off fighting as a child and get better and better at it when he gets older." Jaebum explained.

"Maybe he'll be the best fighter out there." Someone else said.

"Jackson hyung, you're not supposed to help him." Youngjae said.

"I think he's right though." One said.

"You too Mark hyung?" Youngjae said and Mark just shrugged.

"If he's having a had time at home then maybe us teaching him how to fight will help him get out of that situation." A tall guy said.

"I agree with Bambam." Another tall one said.

"Of course you agree with him Yugyeom." Youngjae said.

The six of them stared at the seventh one, waiting for his opinion. "Jinyoung what do you think?" Jaebum said.

Jinyoung shrugged, "I don't see why we shouldn't teach him."

The five of them cheered as Youngjae sighed. "Okay fine."

The seven of them taught Minho the basics. Of course Minho wasn't good and was quite terrible at it in fact but he was determined to learn. After an hour, they bid goodbye and Minho went home.

-

The next day Moonjin and Jaewoo tied Minho up like before, the boy was obviously not strong or skilled enough to fight back. The same events happened again. Minho's privacy being violated and Moonjin knocking the him out. Minho woke up and took a shower and proceeded to learn skills from the seven friends. He met up with them every night, even the days he wasn't tied up.

One day when the two devils tied Minho up, the boy prepared himself for another session of feeling violated but this time was different. The two definitely wanted to do more this time and Minho wasn't prepared for it. Jaewoo placed his hands inside Minho's underwear and traveled farther down, not hesitating before he stuck a finger inside him.

Minho screamed, from the pain and also from the sudden invasion. Moonjin reached his hand inside Minho's underwear and touched him. Minho tried every way to get out of the ropes. He was willing to lose two hands. The adrenaline that was rushing through Minho's body, numbed the pain of the rope cutting and burning his skin, his fight or flight mode was activate, but of course Moonjin stopped what he was doing to punch Minho until he was unconscious.

When Minho woke up, he was untied but his pants and underwear were at his ankles and he felt sore in his lower back. He curled up and cried. He knew exactly what happened when he blacked out and he couldn't believe how someone could enjoy doing something so scarring to someone's life. Taking something so special when the person didn't even want it to be taken, when they were unconscious. It was supposed to be lost with someone you love but Minho had it ripped away from him by someone he barely even knew. Never in his life, had he ever felt so worthless and gross.

Minho sat up and looked at his wrists and ankles. They've never been this badly burned, swollen and they've never bled him this much. The skin was all ripped open and the flesh was deeply ripped. It was starting to scab up. He weakly got up and limped to the bathroom and took a shower, but no matter how many times he washed and scrubbed his body, he never felt clean, he felt even more dirty than before. The boy dropped down in the tub and hugged his knees, silently weeping to himself.

After some minutes, Minho pulled himself together, promising himself that he wasn't going to cry over them anymore. He promised to himself that he was going to work hard and get better at fighting and he wasn't going to let them take advantage of himself anymore.

Minho got out of the shower and got dressed. He marched to the normal meet up place, ignoring the soreness and pain.

When he walked up to the seven boys, he said with no emotion, "I need you to teach me everything now and to train me, I cannot stay in that house any longer."

The boys were taken aback, but they nodded and for the next three hours, they trained and trained Minho to become stronger than the two devils combined.

The next day, the two satans didn't do anything to Minho and the boy was happy, it meant that he had an extra day to train.

The day after, Moonjin and Jaewoo walked into Minho's room. Minho acted asleep and when Moonjin reached to grab his hand, the boy opened his eyes and punched him right in the nose, most likely breaking it. Then the boy used his foot and kicked Jaewoo in the face. Minho quickly got up and punched Moonjin again, even harder, knocking him out. Jaewoo quickly recovered and tried to run out of the door, but Minho yanked him back by the hair, pulling him to the floor. Jaewoo fell on his butt with a loud thud and the next thing he knew, Minho's knee was coming towards his face, knocking him out too.

Looking around the room, satisfied with what was laid out in front of him, Minho placed a letter he wrote the day before, on his desk. That read:

You've tortured and ruined my life enough, I'm over it. You've done things to me that I would never want to happen to anyone else. You took something from me that I'll never get back and because of that, I promise you that the next time you see me, your life will end right then and there. And unlike you, I keep my promises.
Minho

He took his suitcase of packed belongings and ran away. For a few days he stayed with the seven boys and trained, trying to get better than he was before. Minho considered being apart of the seven boys and the boys were fine with it until Bambam started thinking.

"I think he would fit better with Chan's group." He said.

"Why do you say that?" Jackson asked.

"Because if Minho really wants to get revenge on whoever he's wanting to in the future, then Chan would be much better and faster at finding who they are. They would also be much more willing to help Minho kill them. We just fight people until they're knocked out."

Everyone went quiet, they were busy thinking about what Bambam said.

"Yeah that makes more sense. I'm willing to join whoever this Chan is, but I need you to explain who he is." Minho spoke up.

Bambam smiled, "Chan's dad is the leader of a really powerful gang called Stray Kids. Chan is the next leader in line and he's always looking for new members to train. You're a fast learner and you're strong so I don't think you'll have a problem getting in. They'll also help you get stronger and learn new techniques. Chan's also a really nice guy so you'll fit right in and feel welcomed."

Minho thought for a second. Of course he didn't want to leave the seven boys but he knew in his heart that he belonged with Stray Kids. He nodded, "Okay, when do I get to meet the guy."

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A few days later Minho finally met with Chan and his groups of friends. Of course he was a little hesitant to trust them, but if Bambam and his other six friends were close friends with Chan, Woojin, Changbin, Hyunjin and Yedam, then he knew that these guys were trustworthy people.

Chan and the others were actually really sweet and tried to make Minho feel as comfortable as possible. Chan saw the potential in Minho and the moment he saw him, he knew that he was definitely going to fit in with everyone. He knew that they were going to be close friends, he just needed to give Minho some time to adjust.

At first, Minho was very on the guard and the five boys were very respectful of it, but after some weeks he finally let himself free. He felt their good vibes the moment they started treating for his bruised, swollen, and scabbed up wrists, that didn't look very good at all. They tried their best to heal it without leaving any scars but the tissues on his ankles and wrists were so badly damaged and the wounds were so deep that it was impossible for them to heal without brutal looking scars. But Minho didn't care, he cared about that fact that he finally met people who he felt safe with and felt like he could express his true self with. People who he cared for and who cared for him.

Minho knew they wouldn't judge him because of his past and wouldn't make him feel like lesser of a person just because of what he went through. He didn't have a problem telling them about it because he trusted them but he just needed time to get over what happened to him. Time to heal and move on.

That time didn't happen until a year later. Finally, Minho sat them down and told them the story of his life leading up to the part where he joined Chan. Just like Minho thought, the boys didn't treat Minho any different or look at him differently. Instead they were absolutely livid and wanted to hunt and find Moonjin and Jaewoo.

And they did.

When Chan became leader of Stray Kids, one of their first missions was to find Moonjin and Jaewoo. They found out that the two were the leaders of a gang called WPQO. Moonjin also apparently went into a different foster home and got adopted by another family, but he and Jaewoo still stayed best friends.

For a few days they planned the attacks and on a Friday, they finally put the plan into action. Stray Kids didn't want to fight the whole gang, they just wanted the leaders, so they went at a time where there was not a lot of people at their hideout, just the two of them.

When Stray Kids go into a mission, they always cover their face all the way up to right under their eyes just so their face won't get dirty. When they attacked, they busted into the room where the two boys were talking about who knows what. All five of them pointed their guns at the pair causing Moonjin and Jaewoo to look up in surprise, reaching for their weapons that weren't there.

"Looking for this?" Hyunjin said while he held their weapons in his hand.

"H-how did you-" Moonjin gaped.

"Don't worry about it." Minho said aggressively.

"Minho?" Jaewoo asked, he knew that voice.

"Remember me?" Minho said through clenched teeth.

"Of course we remember you. We had a bunch of fun with you." Moonjin winked jokingly.

"I'm the one who took your virginity away." Jaewoo chuckled, making Moonjin laugh too.

The audacity of them to be laughing at what they did to me like it was a joke. They ruined my life.

Minho scoffed, "And I'm going to be the one who took your life away." He growled before he shot Jaewoo three times in his heart.

Moonjin yelled at the top of his lungs. He frantically checked for his friends heart beat but when he found nothing, he got up to lunge at Minho, but the boy shot Moonjin's shoulder and he fell with a grunt.

Minho purposely kept Moonjin alive just so he could live with the pain knowing that his best friend died in front of him, by the person he used to torture and make life a living hell. Minho wanted to give Moonjin the pain he felt when they took his innocence away from him at such a young age, the pain of feeling so worthless.

Minho put his gun away and walked out of the room with the rest of friends following with him.

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i also know the whole police scene is not very realistic/accurate but just go with it lol.

you guys finally know the reasons behind minho's scars and his childhood and how he met the gang. what surprised you?

yes, moonjin is the boss of the gang and yeonjun's best friend, not soobin. i didn't think so many people would've thought moonjin killed minho's parents.

opinions on moonjin now?

in the next chapter:
- relive it for you
- he's after you
- break up

tell me what you think is gonna happen in the next chapter :)