Woohyun-centered/OC (minor Infinite characters later)
Type: chapter series
Rating: pg-13 for light language and some scene content
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Suyeol watched as Hoya spoke on the phone with someone who was obviously a person who demanded respect. She had not seen him this submissive since she met him. He spoke in lowered tones and kept glancing at her. The rest of his crew watched him intently, their eyes never leaving him as he conversed. Finally he snapped the phone shut and his air of dominance returned as he sauntered back over to her. She swallowed hard and willed herself to remain strong. Woohyun would come. He would come for her.
“Well, Suyeol-ssi,” Hoya’s slimy voice covered her in shivers, “it looks like we have the go ahead.” He crouched down and smiled, showing very developed canines as he smirked. She shrunk back, wishing she could melt into the wall. “As long as we show up with you tomorrow morning, we can do whatever… we’d… like…” He dragged one finger along her bare arm as he spoke, making her instantly nauseous. As she held back her choke he stood again. “It seems your step-father doesn’t really care if you’re dead or alive when he sees you, so long as you’re there. So you are ours for tonight, princess.” Suyeol’s head shot up.
“My step-father?” she whispered, mouth going dry at the words. Hoya nodded nonchalantly. “No…”
“Sorry, but yes. He is the one who hired us. You didn’t think he wouldn’t come to see his only daughter, did you? Oh sweetheart… that’s so quaint. Of course, he misses you; he’s been dying to see you since you left him all alone.” He scoffed and the rest of the boys sniggered at his dripping sarcasm. Suyeol felt as if her blood vessels had frozen.
“I want to go home…” she whispered. Home. She didn’t have a home. She was alone, an orphan with a step-father who wanted her dead and her mother with a mind that was all but lost. Suyeol remembered back to when she and Woohyun had visited the park. I don’t have a home. Homes do not exist for me; I decided that a long time ago. You reside in a place. You exist and flow from one place to the next; that is the only way to avoid pain. Her throat constricted at the memory. It wasn’t true. She did have a home. Home was where Woohyun was. It wasn’t a building or a place, it was with him. He was home. “I want to go home.”
Woohyun’s skin crawled as he watched the douche leader touch his girl. Dongwoo held his shoulder tightly to keep him from doing anything rash and stupid. He closed his eyes and his jaw clenched. They were here, they had found her. What now? He tightened his grip on the long wrench he held in his hand, his breathing as erratic as his emotions. He needed her in his arms. He needed to stroke her hair and whisper that everything was all right. It was all too obvious that her step-father had been behind it, even though he had been surprised when the guy had said so to Suyeol.
Dongwoo tipped his head to Myungsoo, who nodded back and slipped to the other side of the door. Dongwoo took out a coin and casually tossed it in the room, the rest of the boys watching as it rolled slowly into the center, drawing the attention of the punks inside. The moment they looked down at it, Dongwoo and Myungsoo burst through the doorway and rushed them.
The rest jumped in a moment latter and the chaos that ensued afterwards was no less than animalistic. Dongwoo was a monster with his bat, and Woohyun heard more than a few bones break. He himself wasted no time going directly for the one who had dared to touch Suyeol. The guy saw him coming though, turning and ducking as Woohyun swung wildly for his head.
“HOYA!” another called out, tossing the guy a thick metal fire poker. Hoya snagged it out of the air and whipped it at Woohyun, who hadn’t thought it was possible to counter attack that quickly. He threw his body backwards, somehow managing to keep his feet planted as his arms flailed. Once he had regained his balance he bent and drove his shoulder at Hoya’s empty arm, wrench poised to take out the knee underneath.
Hoya didn’t have time to get out of the way, and ended up swinging at nothing but air as he tried to side-step Woohyun. Woohyun managed to make enough contact to knock Hoya off his feet but couldn’t quite get a good enough strike on the knee. Hoya hissed in pain from the knock, rolling to try to get away.
Sungyeol and Sungjong were making horizontal thrusts with their golf clubs into the stomachs of some other boys, managing to knock the wind out of them enough to take them to the ground. They weren’t without some scratches though, and neither were the others. Sunggyu was taking a hit to the arm, yelping in pain. Myungsoo had gained a long scratch above his eyebrow, but he was relentlessly smashing his opponent with his long pipe.
Woohyun moved quickly over Hoya, stepping on his arm and pinning him there. Hoya sneered up at him, eyes glittering. Woohyun bent and closed a hand around his grimy throat.
“Nobody touches my girl and gets away alive. Nobody,” he seethed, fingers leaving red imprints in the skin of Hoya’s neck. He raised the wrench and paused, making sure to secure his grip despite the sweat that was covering him. As he was about to bring it down, he felt the most terrible jolt of pain course through his leg. He gasped and clutched his left thigh, looking down to see blood all over his hand. Another boy stood above him, a dripping knife in his hand. Woohyun blinked and tried to stumble backwards and away from the knife. Hoya chuckled from the floor.
“Oh well played, boyfriend knight. Coming to save your lovely girl. Isn’t that the most romantic thing ever.” Woohyun gripped his leg tighter and staggered, fury growing within him. How dare this lowlife mock him? What did he know of love? His eyes flit beyond them and he saw Suyeol. She was curled as tight as she could be into the corner, but he saw her eyes following him with fear. He had to get her out of here. He had to make her safe.
Righting himself and ignoring the excruciating pain in his leg, Woohyun set a fighting stance and slowly approached the one with the knife. The other’s face was void of any emotion. He moved swiftly, swinging at Woohyun’s arm. Woohyun managed to avoid it just in time, nearly stumbling again in the process. Suddenly Dongwoo was there, smashing the knife out of the guy’s hand with his metal bat and following it up with a heavy blow to his back, rendering the boy motionless on the floor. He nodded to Woohyun and pulled him over to Hoya. The boy surprised them by producing a knife when they got close and swinging at their legs with it. Dongwoo pushed Woohyun out of the way and jumped over Hoya’s arm. A moment later his bat crunched down on the hand and the threat was no more.
Hoya rolled in pain and gripped his hand tightly. Woohyun felt no remorse for him. He had done terrible things, and he was sure that Suyeol wasn’t the first victim. He couldn’t kill him, though. He wasn’t about to stoop to this scum’s level and degrade himself in that way. Slowly he raised the wrench and brought it down, one at a time, on Hoya’s kneecaps. The boy screamed, sending a crawling feeling up Woohyun’s spine. At least he wouldn’t be able to follow them now. He and left the contorting male and surveyed the damage. Sungjong and Sungyeol was pretty roughed up and dirty, but with no distinctly serious injuries. Sunggyu had several bruises that were turning purple quickly, but seemed fine otherwise. Myungsoo was a mess. He was still beating the crap out of one guy, having lost his pipe and resorting to using his fist, which was bloody.
Woohyun didn’t have time to think about these things though. He hobbled over as fast as he could to Suyeol, crouching with a grimace. Taking her face in his hands gently, he fought to keep back tears. She raised her glistening eyes to him and pressed her lips together tightly. He surveyed her bindings and nearly broke down. They had treated her like an animal; his precious girl. He couldn’t hold back any longer and swooped in to take her lips in his, caressing away the fear he saw in her. He smoothed her hair and pulled her to his chest, cutting her bonds with Hoya’s knife and wrapping his arms tightly around her. The feeling of her against him was so overwhelming that the tears began to fall.
“You’re ok now, I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anyone else touch you. You’re safe. You’re safe,” he murmured in her ear as he rubbed his thumb on her cheek and kissed her again. She trembled and pulled his face up to look into his eyes.
“I knew you’d come for me,” she whispered. He hesitated a moment before beginning to weep openly. She wiped his tears away gently. “I’m so glad to be home.” He nodded and tried to compose himself.
“We’ll go home.” His heart raced. She had never called his place home before. “We’ll go back to the apartment and I’ll clean you up and we can eat and it’ll be ok and-” but she surprised him by cutting him off with her finger to his lips.
“No,” she said softly as she shook her head. He searched her face in confusion. “I’m home. I’m with you again. You are home.” She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. He squeezed her so tightly that he thought he might crush her if he wasn’t careful. Tears ran freely down his face as he stood. The pain barely registered in him over all the other feelings he had. Dongwoo tried to make him put Suyeol down but he refused, only agreeing to letting him tie up his wound before they left that dreadful place for good.