- part 2 of 'girl with the black Audi':)
- mention of abusive family and suicide!!

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Wooyoung tiptoed through your bedroom as you peacefully slept and grabbed the bottom of your covers. He pulled them off of you and stared blankly at the bed that you should have been laying in.

"I know she did not sneak out." Wooyoung mumbled to himself.

It was almost eleven p.m., and he really just wanted to talk to you. He pouted to himself and went downstairs, rather than back to his room. He wanted to wait for you.

If there was one thing he's taken note of since you've lived with him, it was that you do things at your own pace. If you want to do it, you will do it. If you want something, you'll get it. If you feel something, you'll speak up about it, but only if it makes you angry. It's very hard to get you to open up and talk about your feelings, the ones that make you want to cry in the middle of the night and hug yourself until you fall asleep.

Wooyoung checked the driveway. Your Audi wasn't there. He knew you were fine, but he was still worried anyway.

Meanwhile, you were absolutely not fine. You got caught trying to sneak into the house and gather some more of your things to take to Wooyoung's. It had almost been two months, yet you were still sneaking into your own house to get your own things, just because you didn't like being around your father.

His knee was digging into your stomach to hold you down, one hand grabbing your hair and pulling your head to the side, so that he could hit you with the same wooden spoon he started hitting you with after your mother passed. He was constantly hitting your neck and it this point, there was no way you could hide the bruise from Wooyoung and his family.

"Where are you staying!" Your father yelled. "I've been looking at every hotel in this area, and you're not there!"

You pushed on his leg, but that only resulted in him digging his knee further into your stomach. "Get off of me!"

He hit you one more time, the hardest, on the other side of your neck. Now you throat would be painted black and blue and not even the best makeup could conceal the color.

He got off of you, and you immediately stood up to push him. "You're awful! I feel bad for Mom for marrying such a disgusting man like you."

He sneered at you. "Whatever."

You were breathing heavily, trying to keep yourself from crying in front of him. You were more angry than upset, and if you did cry, they'd be tears of frustration.

You grabbed the small bag and quickly snuck back out of the window. It hurt to move on your way back to Wooyoung's house and when you parked in the driveway, you lifted up your shirt to find another large bruise. You let your head fall onto your head rest, and then as if a switch flipped, angrily hit your steering wheel.

You got out and sighed, pulling your hood up in an effort to hide your neck. You were hoping no one was awake. You quietly unlocked the door and stepped into the dark living room. When you turned around from shutting the front door, a lamp turned on and you were met with a sleepy Wooyoung.

"Hey," he whispered. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, of course."

He patted the seat next to him, so you hesitantly sat there. He observed you for a moment, then slipped his hand between your neck and the hood against it to push it back. He looked at your neck, then at you, and he pulled you into a gentle hug.

"Why'd you go over there, Y/N?" He asked.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer for some sense of comfort. "I just wanted some of my things, but he caught me. I thought he'd be asleep."

You felt him sigh against you and give you a pat on the head. Before, you would've punched him for being so affectionate. Now, you felt like you needed it. Deserved it.

"I'll get you some ice, and then you can lay with me." He told you. "Does that sound okay?

"Yes, thank you."

He got you an ice pack with a towel wrapped around it and laid down beside you. Finding a comfortable spot, you laid in front of him and let him wrap his arm around your waist. Allowing yourself to get comfortable, you listened to his breathing to calm down and felt his heart beat against his chest.

You felt safe.

"Look at them!"

Wooyoung heard excited, quiet clapping and whispers behind him. Adjusting to the light, he sat up and turned around to find his little sister and mother cooing over the way you both slept.

"Good morning, sunshine." Jinsol joked. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good. Thank you." He smiled. "How long have you two been watching us sleep?"

His mother waved a dismissive hand at him. "We just came down here. We're not weirdos."

Wooyoung felt you shift and looked down. He watched as you cutely rubbed the sleep from your eyes and quickly shooed his family away. He knew you probably didn't want them seeing your bruises as soon as you woke up.

"We have to go to school today, don't we?" You mumbled.

"Yes." Wooyoung laughed. "Let's get ready."

You rolled off the couch and landed on your feet, then trudged upstairs to your bedroom. You were still in quite a bit of pain, and you were exhausted.

After your shower, you looked at the now even darker bruises and shook your head. There was no point in even trying to cover them up, and that made you nervous. People would ask you what it was from, but this time, you couldn't make up a measly excuse. It looked like you got hit with something.

You met up with everyone in the kitchen once you were finished getting ready, and Mrs. Jung immediately took notice of your neck. She looked between you and Wooyoung, then at her breakfast, then back up at you.

"Y/N?" You looked up at her. "Are you okay?"

You swallowed your food and looked at Jinsol and Wooyoung. "I went home last night to get some things, but my dad caught me."

"He did that?" Mrs. Jung's eyebrows jumped. "I'm ready for his karma to hit him like a truck."

"Me, too." Jinsol chimed in.

You smiled and finished up your breakfast. You weren't exactly ready for the attention you'd get, but you knew it couldn't be avoided.

So when you and Wooyoung walked into school and everybody, everybody, looked at you, you almost looked down at the floor to avoid eye contact. You told yourself no and kept your head high, which Wooyoung took notice of and smiled at. You were always confident and independent, and he knew that you didn't like people knowing what you were about, so seeing you work through that made him happy.

"You're doing so good." Wooyoung whispered.

You felt his hand slip into yours for a moment, then it slipped back out as you parted ways to go to class. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how you wanted to trip Wooyoung the first day you met him and now you're letting him hold your hand.

Throughout the day, people stared at your neck. When they spoke to you, they weren't making eye contact. When you walked into a room, people pointed. You were getting really fed up, and not even Wooyoung telling you that it was okay could bring you from the rage about to burst in your veins.

At you locker, you heard Jinni's irritating voice calling your name. "Who put those bruises all over you neck? Maybe mommy or daddy? Was that Audi a make up gift to keep your mouth shut?"

You slammed your locker and walked towards her. She stepped back but you grabbed her shirt and slammed her into the locker as hard as you could.

"Keep your mouth shut." You growled in a low whisper, everyone looking at you at this point. "It's mad annoying, Jinni. I'm so tired of people like you getting in my business. Why do you care about the car that I drive so much? Are you mad that I have a luxury car and you don't?"

She smirked, knowing that she was making you angry. "What about those bruises? You never answered."

You got in her face and tilted your head, pushing her harder into the lockers. "Maybe they are, but you just want to know to drag my name through the dirt, right?"

"Maybe."

"Well," you laughed as you grabbed her hair and dragged her to the floor, looming over her. "What your life consists of doesn't matter to me. I don't care what you do or how your family may or may not treat you. Keep digging around, Jinni, I dare you."

You let go of her shirt and let her upper half hit the floor. You rolled your neck and took a sucker out of your pocket, popping it in your mouth just as Wooyoung turned the corner. Seeing Jinni on the floor and watching you walk away made him shake his head.

"She's crazy, Wooyoung!" Jinni yelled as she got up. "Do something about it."

Wooyoung ignored her and went to catch you, but you were already getting in your car and peeling out of the parking lot. He knew that you wouldn't lose your temper without a certain push.

For hours, Wooyoung, Jinsol, and Mrs. Jung waited for you to walk in the door, but you didn't.

"I have to go find her." Wooyoung said.

His mom nodded. "Okay. Be careful and bring her back home."

He had no idea where to start, he just planned on looking for your car and hoping that you were near it.

After about thirty minutes, he found you at the lake that you swore you hated when he took you there for the first time. He parked his car next to yours and quietly walked over to the sand where you were sitting.

"It's better at night," you mumbled. "The moon reflects off of the water and it's really nice."

"Are you okay?"

The water rushed and you sighed quietly. "I just needed some silence. After Jinni today, I just wanted to forget who I was for at least a couple hours."

"What did she say?" Wooyoung asked as he subtly moved closer to you.

"She asked me if my dad hit me and that really scared me," you answered truthfully. "Last time people knew about my dad, I became a scapegoat for them. Having ammunition made it so much easier for them to take shots at me. I would rather be hated for being a bitch than being hated for what goes on in my home."

You finally looked at Wooyoung and his eyes landed on your bruised neck. "What has he done to you?"

"Everything, Wooyoung," you replied and looked back out at the water. "He hated my mom, so much that he drove her to take her own life. I was in seventh grade and when I got home, he said "Go find mommy!" and I had never heard him sound so excited. I went looking for her and I found her dead in her bedroom."

Wooyoung didn't know what to say, but his glossed eyes were telling.

"Ever since that day, he told me I would have the same fate as my mom, that it sickened him that her and I were so alike," you told him. "I could never understand why he didn't just divorce her and let us free but as I got older, I realized that he's just the kind of man who needs control and needs to use it for what he wants."

You looked at Wooyoung again and saw him crying. You laughed and leaned over, wiping his tears for him. "Why are you crying?"

"Because that's awful," he sobbed. "No one deserves that, Y/N. It's so unfair."

"It is unfair," you agreed with him. "But it led me to you and your family. Bad things lead to really good silver linings sometimes."

He smiled weakly and hugged you. He hugged you in a way that you could only remember receiving from your mother. It was full of compassion, care, and kindness. It was refreshing.

"Do you want to head home?" Wooyoung asked. "Jinsol and my mom are worried sick."

You smiled and nodded, allowing him to take your hand and lead you to your car. You followed him home and when you got to his house, there were two cop cars outside. Both of you ran up to the scene and you didn't realize what was happening until a one hundred seventy-five pound man was on top of you with his hands around your already sore neck.

"Staying with a boy when you should be under my roof!" He yelled. "You must have got that from your mother."

You were trying to get him off of you and when you did, you hurried to your feet and stood your ground. He got back in your face and smiled.

"I could kill you right now. You have your momma's look in your eyes."

"You killed her," you said quietly. "I hope you see her in your dreams and she torments you until you can't take it anymore, just like she couldn't take you anymore. I hate you and I wish I didn't have to call you my father."

He stared at you, searching your eyes for some kind of faltering confidence. When he didn't see it, he stopped struggling as the police cuffed him and dragged him to their car.

When Wooyoung came up to you, you were shaking and he gently grabbed your hand as the two of you watched the police drive away.

The front door to the house opened and a small pair of arms tightened around your waist, then a motherly pair around your shoulders.

"He didn't hurt you guys, did he?" You asked.

"No," Mrs. Jung assured you. "He was just lurking around and banging on the door. I figured he was your father so I called the police."

It was quiet for a moment until you sniffled. "Thank you."

Everyone backed away to see you gently crying. Jinsol reached up and wiped the tears off your face, despite her barely being able to reach.

"I've wanted him gone for so long but I could never get myself to call the cops on him," you cried. "Thank you."

Wooyoung rubbed your back and everyone was ushered inside. You collected yourself and smiled as they all hugged you and gave you gentle support. You were so grateful for them.

Wooyoung grabbed your hand and led you upstairs to his room. He sat you on his bed and hugged you, careful to not put pressure on your bruises.

"I hope you'll actually live with us now," he whispered. "Not temporarily like you planned."

Your hands found his back and you rested your head on his shoulder. "Staying here for good sounds better than anything I've had in a long time."

Wooyoung pulled back, his smile gleaming. "Thank goodness. Otherwise I would have to kidnap you to get you to stay here."

You laughed at his joke and shook your head. "There's just no way I could leave you, Wooyoung."

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a/n: sorry if there are some mistakes, i didn't proof read 😩 but hi!! i'm back for a bit and wanted to get this published <3