Warning: this chapter contains rape. If you feel uncomfortable with reading this sort of stuff, skip to the next chapter

"Min, let me help your brother. Please."

"I'd be over the moon if you did. Thank you, Baek."

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Chanyeol had eventually calmed down and had moved to his bed. Minji slowly lowered him down so that he was lying fully on his back.

In his dreamlike state, Chanyeol stared up at his sister and Baekhyun, breathing deeply. He smiled.

"Thank you, noona."

Minji's eyes widened. Breathing seemed impossible. Chanyeol never called her noona, only when he was truly grateful.

He must've been in a really bad moment. Baekhyun thought to himself as he smiled down at the younger boy, watching as he slowly blinked, fatigue taking over.

Before Chanyeol could fall asleep, Baekhyun sat down next to him on the bed and rested his hand on the latter's bony shoulder.

"I promise I'll help you, Chanyeol. I may not be a doctor but I'll try my best, okay?"

Chanyeol nodded hesitantly and went limp a few moments later, fast asleep. The couple stared at the sleeping boy for a while before heading downstairs to watch a movie.

They settled down on the sofa with a blanket. Minji pressed play and the film began to play. Tonight, it was An Affair To Remember, which was released in the 1950s. The two had always shared an interest in old movies and would usually cuddle up together and watch one each night, making comments here and there and laughing when necessary.

When they were sat watching, Minji rest her hand on the latter's thigh. She looked up to see Baekhyun's uncomfortable expression and decided to remove it, thinking that Baekhyun was just too into the movie to notice. When the hand had gone, Baekhyun inwardly sighed a sigh of relief.

Little did they know, a certain someone upstairs was tossing and turning in his bed, tears streaming down his face as a nightmare was ruining his slumber, reminding him of one of the many dark times of his past.

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A young sixteen year old Chanyeol was happily skipping down the road. It was results day and he was informed that he had done exceptionally well on all of his final exams. For once, he was happy.

For the first time in months, a beautiful smile adorned his face, leaving others with large smiles as they gazed at him walking down the street.

Chanyeol turned the corner into a dark alleyway and his smile faded. He saw a bunch of what looked like university drop outs leaning against the wall, smoking something that Chanyeol could tell wasn't a cigarette. He needed to get by them somehow to get home but he knew that they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

Cautiously, he began to walk towards them, hoping that they'd just move out of the way and let him through. However, the world seemed to be against that wish.

"Hey boys, look what we have here." One of them shouted, spotting Chanyeol, who had his head down low.

Chanyeol froze and looked up to see ten hungry, bloodshot eyes staring down at him from their great heights.

He began to back up but one of them lurched forwards and grabbed ahold of his thin shirt, tearing at it slightly.

"You're not going anywhere, toy." He spoke, his tone dangerous. Chanyeol knew not to mess with people like these, yet his heart was telling him to fight back and break free.

"Please." He wimpered, cowering away from the older boys grasp.

Without any more words exchanged, he was hoisted up and carried off to a large abandoned set of apartments, taken to the biggest room on the highest floor.

"How old are you?" one of the snatchers growled as Chanyeol was thrown harshly onto the cold, unsteady floor.

"Sixteen." He squeaked out as he winced at the impact. They all smirked and began to undress Chanyeol, staring at his porcelain, untouched skin.

"Boys I think we're going to have fun tonight." A man who Chanyeol assumed to be their leader said as he clapped at the sight. The others grinned lazily and licked their lips.

Soon enough, Chanyeol was tied to the wall and sexually harassed all night long. By the end of it, he was too wrecked to even beg for his own freedom. His body was red and pink from the hickeys and the beatings he received after disobeying them. He was covered in the abuser's drying cum and could still feel it dripping from his ass.

That night, Chanyeol was gang raped and in the morning, was left alone to rot. At that moment, he wanted to die, more than any of the other times he'd wanted too. He felt dirty, used, abandoned and he knew that no matter how many showers he took, he could never cleanse himself of the traumatic memory of the men and how they forced their thick cocks into him, two or three at a time.

His ass felt as though it had been teared apart so much that he couldnt even call it an ass anymore. There was a mixture of cum and blood on the floor from where they had entered him and fucked him mercessly, oblivious to his screams and cries for them to stop.

Chanyeol stayed there in that position all day, feeling no need to get up, not that he could anyway.

A day later, he was found by an estate agent who had come to check the block of apartments out, hoping to renovate it and put it back into use. He had walked in on Chanyeol lying lifelessly on the floor, the cum had dried around him, along with the blood but he could still figure out what had happened.

The estate agent called the police and had the boy ambulanced to the hospital, where he was then treated and healed.

However, not everything could be healed. Since then, Chanyeol would be forever scarred, forever terrified of going outside. The images burned in his mind like it was a part of his brain. Whenever he looked at himself in the mirror, that memory would always come back to haunt him, as well as many others.

It was the last push for Chanyeol to make him fully lose control. Ever since, Chanyeol had never been the same. Like a broken record on a broken record player.

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The early morning rays of light seeped through the crack in the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft yellow glow.

Chanyeol's eyes slowly fluttered open, looking around the room to realise that he had been put in his own bed. The last thing he could remember was sinking down to the floor while embracing his big sister.

Noises could be heard from the lower ground and a small smile ghosted over Chanyeol's face.

"Mum and dad are home?" He asked himself, identifying two of the voices to be his parents, the other two being Minji and Baekhyun.

He got up and made his way downstairs, pausing when he made eye contact with his parents. His mother smiled sadly and ran up to him, hugging him tightly.

"Son." His father nodded, smiling slightly.

"Dad." Chanyeol smiled brightly. His parents had been gone for weeks on a business trip, cutting all contact due to them being excessively busy.

"Chanyeol, sit down." Minji ordered, her voice quiet and croaky, as if she'd been crying. Chanyeol obeyed, taking a seat on the large sofa while everyone sat around him, making him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" He asked his sister, who looked down at her lap, unable to face him.

"Chanyeol you've hurt yourself again. Haven't you?" She spoke eventually, referring to his arm.

"Dont pretend that you haven't. When you were hugging me, you must've itched yourself or knocked it. There's blood staining your jumper sleeve." Chanyeol looked down and saw the patchy red marks dotted around on his sweater. He turned his arm over so that it couldn't he seen.

"Not only that. Chanyeol, I could smell sick when I went to the bathroom last night. It was strong."

Chanyeol went pale as he tried to stand up, only to be pulled back down by his mother, who secured her arms around his torso, not making any motions to suggest her letting go.

"Chanyeol, its time we got you help again. This time there's going to be no counsellors, no doctors to tell you what's right and wrong. No professional help seeing as it has never worked before." His father spoke, resting his large hand and Chanyeol's knee.

"Then who?" The youngest asked, looking around all four of the other people in the room.

"Me," Baekhyun spoke, smiling sympathetically towards the younger, taking his bony hand in his own, "I'm going to help you."