Trigger Warning

Implied Abuse and very, very minor self-harm in the form of clenching a fist too tightly but it's only brief

Wooyoung's POV

"Boys, can you listen up for a second please." I groaned and snuggled closer to San where we were sitting on the couch facing the TV. Yunho quickly leaned forward and grabbed the remote, pressing pause on the movie.

"What's up Joong," Seonghwa asked, shifted the Maknae gently so as to not wake him up from where he was sleeping on his shoulder.

"Maybe you should wake him up, this involves everyone," Hongjoong said.

"Do we have to? He seems tired and he fell asleep quite quickly," Seonghwa replied.

"It's a surprise that everyone will enjoy, I think he will want to hear it," Hongjoong replied.

"Jjongie. Aegi, wake up," Seonghwa said quietly, giving him a little shake.

"He's adorable," I cooed quietly to San.

"I know," he giggled in reply as we watched Jongho stretch and wake up, leaning against Seonghwa sleepily.

"What's going on," Jongho asked tiredly.

"Hongjoong Hyung has something to tell us, apparently it's a surprise," Mingi said.

"Oh, sorry. What's up," Jongho asked.

"KQ has organised a meet up for us in 2 days," Hongjoong told us. Wow, that gives us so much information.

"Elaborate," Seonghwa said slowly.

"Our CEO has managed to organise to have all of our parents to come down here in 2 days and we can do a video with them," Hongjoong said with a grin, making everyone gasp in surprise but I froze.

"All of our parents," I asked slowly.

"Yep, Seonghwa's, Yeosang's, San's, your's, everyone's," Hongjoong said happily.

"Oh my god, are you serious," San asked jumping up.

"Of course I-." He was cut off when San suddenly barrelled into him, knocking him into the empty couch. Everyone was talking happily, bouncing about and already planning what they would do with their parents, everyone except me. I have nothing to be excited for, nothing to be happy about. How did KQ even get my parents numbers? I never gave them to them. I didn't even give them out to BigHit when I was there. Shouldn't they ask before they just get my parents numbers and organise for them to come here? I mean surely they would realise something is going on, given the fact I have never mentioned my parents to anyone. Clearly not, according to what is apparently happening in 2 days. There is no way I can tell the boys anything about my relationship with my family, I can't let them kick me out or hate me for what happened. I just can't deal with that. I need to figure out a way to stop me from seeing my parents, I don't need any memories brought back. First of all, I need to go to my room where it is quiet so I can think. I quickly ruffled my hair so it looked a bit wild and rubbed my eyes so they looked a little red before walking over to Hongjoong and tapping his shoulder.

"Youngie, you alright," he asked softly as he ran his fingers through my hair to flatten it out.

"Yeah I'm ok. I'm just really tired, is it ok if I head to bed," I asked, adding a little yawn.

"Of course Wooyoungie," he replied, rubbing my cheek gently.

"Get a good rest aegi," he whispered softly. I nodded and slipped upstairs and into my shared room with Yeosang. I got changed quickly and hopped into bed, turning over to face the wall and think about what to do. It took five minutes before I came up with an idea. It may not be a good idea but it's the only one I've got and I'm seriously desperate right now. I can't tell them but maybe if I act up tomorrow, they'll punish me by saying I can't see my parents. I won't enjoy upsetting and holding them back but I have no other option! It was with that thought that I drifted off into a restless sleep.

~~~~~

It's currently the day after Hongjoong dropped the bomb of my parents apparently dropping by and we're getting ready for training. I'm nervous, very nervous because what I'm about to do is something I'm not going to like and something that will get the boys very angry but I'm backed into a corner right now.

"Hey Wooyoungie, come stretch with me," San said happily from the other side of the room. No, no way. I am not starting off with hurting San. I just, I can't do that. Maybe I take it easy to begin with, just not show a whole heap of interest. I sighed and got up, walking over to where San was stretching and sat next to him.

"Youngie, I'm so excited for tomorrow," San said as he draped himself across me. This is so hard.

"Get off San," I said, shrugging him off.

"Young-ah," he giggled with a pout, going in again but I moved away and did my best to frown at him. His face crumbled and my heart clenched at the sight.

"Oh s-sorry," he said, not making another move closer to me. I desperately wanted to rush over, hug him tightly and bite his shoulder to make him laugh but I couldn't. I can't go back to that, I don't want to ever see them again.

"Come on boys, get into position. We're going through 'Déjà Vu' first up," Hongjoong said. We all got into position, except Jongho who was sitting out, I'm guessing his knee isn't feeling too good today.

"Jongho, you joining," I asked. God I'm going to hell. I'm going to upset the Maknae and I really don't want to do that. But once again, I just can't.

"Nah my knee is hurting a little," he replied.

"When is it not apparently," I scoffed under my breath. Except I made sure it was loud enough for the other's to hear.

"WOOYOUNG," Seonghwa exclaimed.

"W-What's that supposed to mean," Jongho asked, clearly shocked by my words.

"Just that you've been out for ages, surely it's better now," I shrugged.

"Jung Wooyoung, what is wrong with you," Hongjoong said, anger evident in his voice as Yunho rushed to make sure Jongho was ok. Jongho seemed to curl in on himself slightly and I could practically hear the self-doubt in his head but thankfully Yunho seemed to reassure him quickly. I squeezed my hands together tightly, feeling my nails cut into my palm and a sharp sting. I let out a breath at the small pain. In a way it makes up for hurting Jongho, I hurt him, I get hurt in return. Hongjoong swiftly walked over to me and stopped when I was in earshot.

"You say something like that ever again Jung Wooyoung, and you are in so much damn trouble. I cannot believe you just said that to him, you already know how badly this has been upsetting him. Whatever crap you're dealing with, pull yourself together and don't take it out on our Maknae," he seethed.

"Yeah whatever," I said rolling my eyes. Hongjoong's head snapped to my direction and his eyes narrowed. He went to step towards me but Yeosang suddenly stepped in.

"Just leave it Hyung, he's just moody," he said. Hongjoong frowned and shook his head before moving back to position.

"Wooyoung," Yeosang said softly, shocking me. Why is he being gentle and comforting me when I just did that?

"I'm here for you ok. You aren't normally like this which means you're going through something at the moment. Don't bottle it up Young-ah, because then stuff like this happens and you'll beat yourself up about it later," he said gently. Don't cry Wooyoung, don't. Yeosang just knows you well so he will see it better than the other's. I know I need to say something bad but this is my best friend, Yeosang is the person who has kept me safe, whether he knows it or not.

"Go away Yeosang. If I wanted advice, I surely wouldn't ask you. Who is the person who went over a year being jealous of San and I being close and never said anything," I spat. Once I finished the last word, my breath caught in my throat and I clenched my hands even harder. Yeosang took a step back in shock and I could see the hurt in his eyes. I really just did that. My god, I just did that. He looked down and moved over to his position as Hongjoong told us to get ready. I slowly unclenched my fist, wincing as my nails retracted from my skin. I quickly wiped my hands against my shorts to get rid of the blood, thankful that they were black.

~~~~~

"Break time boys, you're doing really well so have a good drink," Hongjoong said. Everyone practically slumped down to the ground by their drink bottles. I sat down and looked over at Yeosang who still looked down but had Seonghwa checking up on him. That was a shit thing to say, trust me, I know. It's something I knew would hurt, which makes me a shit person but the alternative is worse. Seonghwa's head suddenly shot to look at me angrily. He pat Yeosang's back before getting up and going over to Hongjoong. He said something to him before they both came over to me.

"We need to talk. Outside, now," Hongjoong said sharply. I rolled my eyes and stood up, fighting not to curl up and give in. These are my two Hyungs, and I already know they're going to let me have it.

"Explain yourself, because I really don't understand what's gotten into you today. First you make Jongho feel like shit for an injury he can't control and already feels like shit for. Then you go ahead and make Yeosang feel like shit for having feelings? For caring about you too much to come between you and San even when it was hurting him. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WOOYOUNG," Hongjoong yelled angrily and throwing his hands up. My eyes went wide and I quickly backed into the wall before I could stop myself.

"Hongjoong stop," Seonghwa said, stepping between the two of us quickly.

"What? Seonghwa, you heard what he said," Hongjoong said.

"Wooyoung, why did you just flinch," Seonghwa said, moving back and looking at me. At his words, Hongjoong's eyes went wide and he looked at me quickly.
"What are you talking about," I asked nervously as I fiddled with my hand.

"Did you think I was going to hurt you," Hongjoong asked softly, his eyes softening.

"N-No, of course not," I shook my head quickly.

"Wooyoung, no matter how much of a little shit you can be, I would never hurt you or punish you in any way that is cruel. I don't like how you're acting but I'm not going to do anything to you," Hongjoong said.

"I know and I don't really care," I shrugged.

"I don't like how you're acting Wooyoung. I don't get why you're acting like that," he said with a sigh. I know exactly how to get Hongjoong riled up and I trust him, he said he won't hurt me so he won't, no matter how mad he is.

"Well maybe if you came home and spent some time with your members every once in a while, you would know," I said, raising an eyebrow up at him.

"Are you shitting me right now? I spend all that time in the studio, to make music for us, to help us grow as a group," Hongjoong said, his eyes blazing but he didn't move any closer to me.

"Wooyoung is there something you want to tell us? Do you not want to be in this group anymore," Seonghwa asked quietly, making me freeze.

"W-What," I asked in shock. This is not the way this was supposed to be going.

"I don't know, you tell me. As much as it pains me to think this because I love you so much, but I can't think of any other reason you would be hurting the other's like this," Seonghwa said gently. The fact that he was being gentle and soft made me feel so much worse. This is already hard enough as it is.

"H-Hyung I love you too. I would never want out of this group," I said shakily, lifting my hand up to run through my hair nervously. It's barely been four hours and I'm already stuffing everything up. Both of their eyes went wide for some reason and I paused. Hongjoong sighed and looked down, rubbing his forehead.

"Can you please look after him Seonghwa," he asked quietly but I could still hear and still see Seonghwa's nod.

"I still love you Wooyoung, no matter what you say to me but I suggest whatever part of you thinks it's ok to say what you've been saying, realises you it's very wrong," Hongjoong said before walking inside and leaving me alone with Seonghwa. Why do they have to be such good and forgiving people? I just want them to get annoyed at me and tell me I can't join tomorrow.

"You wanna tell me what's going on," Seonghwa asked me.

"Nothing is going on. Can I go back to practice or do-."

"Insulting me somehow won't work. Can I have a look at your hands," he asked me. My hands? Oh crap, my hands. I nibbled my lip nervously before slowly reaching them out, knowing I couldn't really say no.

"They're fine, I just cut them a little," I said as he grabbed them in his hands and turned them over.

"Wooyoung, these don't look fine. How hard did you dig your nails in to cause that," Seonghwa asked with a gasp.

"It's ok," I said quietly, looking down.

"Wooyoung something is going on with you today and you've said some pretty shit things for some reason so I think you should take the rest of the night off. I want you to clean up your hands and get some rest, maybe to try to clear your head," Seonghwa said with a small sigh. Ok, now we're getting back on track.

"Do I have to," I frowned. I really want to.

"I think it's best Young-ah. I also think you should apologise to the members later, for what you said," he said before walking inside. I guess that means I'm going to be taking a break for the rest of the day.

~~~~~

There was a knock on the door to my room about 6 hours later and I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I must've fallen asleep.

"Come in," I said slightly nervously. This is where I figure out if it works or not. The door opened and Hongjoong walked in, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"How was your day," he asked me.

"That's not why you're here," I frowned.

"I still want to know how your day went," he replied.

"I slept," I shrugged.

"Can we talk for a bit please Wooyoung," he asked me.

"Last I checked we already were but yeah," I replied, leaning back against the wall.

"Can you help me understand at all," he asked. I just frowned and looked away, making him sigh.

"You acted really badly today Wooyoung. You upset Jongho, Yeosang, San and me and you tried to upset Seonghwa. That's over half the group Wooyoung and I just, I don't understand," he said in exasperation.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, unable to hold it back anymore.

"I know you are Wooyoung but there's still going to be consequences," he told me. Good, yes. Consequences.

"Does this mean I can't see mum and dad tomorrow," I asked him, managing to put the sadness from my actions into my voice.

"WHAT!? Of course not Wooyoung. I would absolutely never do that to you Youngie. I know you did some shitting things today but I'm not cruel. You have never acted like this and you certainly don't deserve to be kept away from your parents when you haven't seen them in ages," he said gently, as he placed his hand on my knee. Crap, it didn't work and all I did is successfully upset the people I care about. I could feel my resolve crumbling slightly and so could Hongjoong given how he moved to sit on my bed and lean against the wall next to me.

"Please tell me what's going on Wooyoung. I am here for you ok," he said gently.

"But I insulted you," I said shaking my head.

"Wooyoung, what you said is something I tell myself everyday when I come home and check on all of you before bed. I can deal with you saying that," he said.

"You check on all of us when you get home," I asked in surprise.

"Of course. I need to make sure my family is doing well," he replied.

"That's nice," I said, looking down.

"Youngie. Please, let me in," he whispered, grabbing my hand in his small one.

"Your hand is so small," I chuckled weakly in a last attempt to stop myself from crying. In just over 12 hours, my parents will be here and I've upset half of the group, this is very stressful. He didn't reply, just squeezed my hand softly. You know what makes this worse? He said he didn't care but I know he does and the fact that he's here comforting me when he also doesn't like skinship, just sucks. I don't even remember when I started crying but before long, Hongjoong was wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling my close to him as I sobbed.

"Shh, I'm here for you Wooyoung. I don't know why you're hurting right now but I'm always here. While it's not smart to take out your hurt on others, I know how it feels," he whispered.

"I'm s-sorry Hyung," I sobbed.

"I know you are Youngie and it's ok. The other's are upset but you can apologize to them tomorrow, don't stress too much," he said, running his fingers through my hair. I clutched to his shirt tightly and curled up to his side, craving the comfort I denied myself the entire day. He's right, I need to apologize. I didn't mean any of it, I never would and it didn't even work anyway.

"I-I'm so-sorry Hyung. I don't, I don't think that. I l-love you and I ap-preciate what you do. M'sorry, I didn-."

"I know aegi, I know. Shh, it's ok," Hongjoong said, rubbing my shoulders gently.

"I m-messed up Hyung," I whimpered. He went to reply but was cut off by a small click. I moved my head slightly to look at the door and saw Yeosang standing by the open door with wide eyes.

"What's up Yeosang," Hongjoong asked him.

"Um, I. It's my room," he said awkwardly. Oh no, I've made him awkward. He can hardly look at me. At that thought I started to cry harder and I buried my head back in Hongjoong's chest.

"Sangie, maybe you should go sleep with San and Yunho tonight," Hongjoong said and a few seconds later the door closed. He left, this is really bad.

"H-Hyung, he h-hates me," I sobbed.

"I don't hate you Wooyoung. I think it's actually scientifically impossible for me to hate you." My head shot out of Hongjoong's chest and I looked in time to see Yeosang climbing onto my bed.

"C'mere," he said softly as he opened his arms.

"B-But, I said. I said-."

"I know what you said Wooyoung and I'm not going to lie, it hurt but I've already forgiven you. Like I said earlier, you're obviously going through something and you'll be beating yourself up about it later. This is later," he said, moving forwards and wrapping his arms around me gently. Now I've got two people who I insult and treated like shit, hugging and consoling me when they aren't big fans of skinship.

"I'm sorry Sangie," I whispered.

"Let's get some more sleep jagiya," he whispered softly in reply. They both helped manoeuvre me so that I was laying down in their arms.

"Wh-What are you guys doing," I asked in surprise.

"We're helping you sleep because if we weren't here, you'd be too guilty to sleep. So shut up and sleep because we aren't going anywhere," Hongjoong said. I let out a breath and nodded, wrapping my arms around Hongjoong's waist and resting my head on his chest while Yeosang hugged me from behind. I have Yeosang back and Hongjoong forgives me as well, I can try and get the other's to forgive me tomorrow.

~~~~~

"God, I'm so excited," Yunho said with a grin as he bounced up and down.

"We know. They'll be here in about 10 minutes. Are the camera's all set up," Hongjoong asked. 10 minutes, god there's only 10 minutes.

"Yup. Hyung we get to see our parents," Jongho said happily. I would've smiled seeing everyone so happy, but there was no room in my mind to even think about that.

"We do Jjongie," Hongjoong replied.

"They're staying today right," Mingi asked.

"Of course, we've been waiting for this for ages. It's good to be able to see them," Hongjoong said. Yep, been waiting ages to do this, so good to see them again. My breath caught slightly when I noticed the unmistakable sound of a door opening. They're here. A few seconds later, about 17 people walked into the room, two of which I hoped to never see again. My breath caught in my throat and my blood ran cold. The other boys jumped up in excitement and ran towards their parents. Seonghwa, Mingi and Yunho started crying, Yeosang and Jongho smiled and Hongjoong's eyes lit up. My stomach started to churn as I saw my father's smile and my hand shot out, grabbing San's sleeve before he could go to his parents, making him stop.

"What do you want Wooyoung, I want to see my parents," he said sharply. I really should've apologized to San straight away.

"I um," I paused, feeling my stomach churn once again. His furrowed eyebrows flattened out and he raised an eyebrow instead.

"What's wrong, you're looking a little pale," he said.

"I don't feel well. I think I'm going to throw up," I said shakily, making his eyes go wide. I feel bad for stopping him from seeing his parents but I really don't feel good.

"We'll be back in a sec, Wooyoung just isn't feeling the best," San said. He quickly brought me out of the room and I fought the urge to throw up. He swung the bathroom door open and I rushed inside, slamming down onto my knees as I threw up into the toilet. My stomach clenched and I clenched my hands against the side of the toilet as memories bubbled up. Memories of my parents and the reason why I never talk to him, why I've been dreading this day, why I hurt my own family, my actual family to try and stop this meeting. I haven't seen my parents since about 6 months before I came to KQ and there is a reason for that and I reason why I never talk about them. You don't usually want to see those who hurt you, who beat you, leave you in the cold and call you worthless. A mistake, a no good bastard with a shit career. No, I don't think you do. I continued to throw up, my throat burning and my brain going slightly fuzzy. It was like I was underwater, I could hear stuff but I couldn't make sense of anything.

San's POV

I went to rush to my parents the minute I saw them but I was stopped by my sleeve getting grabbed. I spun around to see Wooyoung holding it and I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance. Yesterday he made it very clear that he didn't want to be around me and he hurt the maknae, now he wants to be around me?

"What do you want Wooyoung, I want to see my parents," I said curtly.

"I, um," he paused and I looked more closely at him in confusion. I noticed that he looked pale, really pale.

"What's wrong, you're looking a little pale," I said, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't feel well. I think I'm going to throw up," he said. Oh shit.

"We'll be back in a sec, Wooyoung just isn't feeling the best," I said before grabbing Wooyoung's arm and pulling him down the halls quickly. I opened the bathroom door and he rushed past me, dropping to the ground harshly, harsh enough to definitely leave a bruise and make me wince. He lurched forwards and promptly threw up into the toilet. Yikes, that does not sound great. His hands grabbed the toilet tightly and he continued to throw up, a lot.

"Young-ah, jesus, did you eat something bad," I asked as I moved closer. He didn't reply, didn't even react.

"Youngie," I said gently, kneeling next to him.

"Wooyoung," I said in concern as I brushed his hair away from his face, trying to get his attention but he didn't react. He must be really sick right now, I should probably get his parents, they'll know what to do.

"I'm going to go get you mum and dad ok, I'll be right back," I told him, just in case he thought I was leaving him. I jumped up and rushed out the door and back to the room.

"San-ah, how are you," my mum asked as she and dad walked up to me. I want to hug them and cry with them so bad right now but Wooyoung is sick and I have to make sure he's looked after.

"I'm sorry mum but Wooyoung is throwing up right now and I need to get his parents. Don't get me wrong I-."

"Of course aegi, go look after him first, we're here the whole day," she cut me off with a gentle smile. I quickly kissed her cheek before going over to the Jung's who were talking to our manager.

"Um, Mr and Mrs Jung, Choi San," I said as I walked up to them and bowed down in respect. I don't know much about Wooyoung's parents because I don't think I've ever heard him talk about them before.

"Yes, we know who you are," Mrs Jung said.

"Ah, Wooyoung's not feeling great. I think he ate something bad and he's throwing up but he won't really respond to me. I thought you would be better to help him," I told them.

"Will he be ok," Manager-nim asked.

"Oh he'll be fine. My son has always had quite the weak stomach," Mr Jung replied.

"He's this way," I said, directing them away. They followed me down the hall and into the bathroom. I gasped when I saw Wooyoung looking like he's barely conscious and leaning heavily against the toilet.

"Youngie," I said rushing to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I uh, I don't know what to do," I told Mr and Mrs Jung who were by the door.

"He always has had a weak stomach." At the words of his father, I felt Wooyoung tense under my touch. I thought his parents would help him. What I didn't expect was for Wooyoung to jump up, looking a lot more conscious then he was mere seconds ago.

"Get out, get the fuck out," Wooyoung yelled. I thought he was yelling at me but to my surprise, he was facing his parents. I stood up quickly in confusion.

"Jung Wooy-."

"Go away," he yelled again, moving so that he was slightly behind me. What is going on right now?

"Youngie," I said softly in concern. I went to move to the side but Wooyoung grabbed the bottom of my shirt and moved closer to me with a small whine. Is he, is he scared?

"Please don't let them hurt me," he whimpered quietly. I tensed at his words and my heart dropped. Oh my god. All the signs were there, Wooyoung has never talked about his parents even when we do, he went to bed the minute Hongjoong said our parents were coming, he was acting like an entitled brat yesterday and the minute they walked in the room he was suddenly sick. Shit, how did I not see it. Wooyoung never acts like that to me and I'm supposed to know him well. I turned slightly and wrapped my arms protectively around Wooyoung, keeping him close to my side.

"GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW," I yelled at the two people in front of me.

"Excuse me, who do you think you are," Mr Jung said.

"I am someone who cares a whole lot about Wooyoung and I am not letting you get your filthy hands near him," I said angrily.

"Filthy hands!? Do you understand who you're talking to? We are his parent," Mrs Jung said angrily.

"AND HE'S SCARED OF YOU," I yelled. I need to get him out of here, as soon as possible. Problem is, they're by the door and I don't actually know what happened with them and Wooyoung. All I know is that he's scared right now and I'm not in the mood to ask for details.

"Sannie, what's going on." I looked to see my parents behind Wooyoung's.

"He's not letting us near our son," Mr Jung said, turning around to face them. The minute they turned and were distracted, I quickly turned and slipped my arm under his thighs, lifting him into my arms and carrying him out of the bathroom. I heard Wooyoung's parents try to follow but it seems mum and dad are still able to read me well and they managed to stop them. Wooyoung was holding me tightly and crying into my neck so I quickly rushed over to Seonghwa, interrupting his talk with his parents.

"Hyung I need you to look after Wooyoung," I said quickly.

"Huh," he asked in confusion.

"Hyung," I said desperately.

"Y-Yeah ok. Youngie come here, Hyungs here," Seonghwa said gently as he pulled Wooyoung from my arms. Wooyoung didn't seem to want to let go but he did with a gentle coax. Seonghwa hugged him tightly and begun to gently rock him side to side as the younger's breathing was a little erratic. Once I knew he was safe with the eldest, I rushed over to Hongjoong who was with his parents but looking at us in confusion.

"Why's Wooyoung cryi-."

"I think Wooyoung's parents were abusive," I rushed out quickly, not bothering to lower my voice and making everyone go quiet. Hongjoong's eyes went wide but I'm guessing something on my face showed that I wasn't kidding at all.

"Hwa, Sangie, get Youngie upstairs right now," Hongjoong said quickly, immediately jumping into action. Yeosang rushed over to Wooyoung and Seonghwa and they quickly helped him upstairs.

"Yunho, Mingi, let's get these bastards out of our house," he said with a frown.

"Sorry mum, dad, I'll be back," he added before he left down the hall. Yunho and Mingi quickly followed and I wasn't too far behind. When we got there, they seemed to be arguing with my parents but they stopped when they saw the four of us walking up.

"You need to get the fuck out of our dorm right now, you aren't welcome here," Hongjoong said firmly.

"Who do you think you are-."

"I am Kim Hongjoong, the leader of ATEEZ and the Hyung to most of the precious boys in this group, including your son. This is my dorm and I have every right to tell you both to get lost," Hongjoong cut them off.

"We aren't going anywhere," Mr Jung said.

"If you don't, I'll call the police," Hongjoong replied.

"What could you possible call them for," Mrs Jung sneered. God I have never wanted to punch a women before, but that may have just changed. My thoughts drifted back to Wooyoung hiding behind me and asking me to protect him. No that definitely has changed.

"For hurting my little brother," Hongjoong replied venomously. Damn, I do not want to be on his angry side.

"You have no evidence," Mr Jung said.

"We have no problem using any force needed to get you out of here, trust me," Yunho said darkly before they could say anything. I definitely do not want to be on his bad side either, I would just combust.

"You're going to regret this," Mrs Jung said.

"I highly doubt that," Hongjoong replied. The Jung's begun to walk down the hall and the four of us followed to make sure they left.

"Don't ever think about coming back here or going near Wooyoung again do you understand me," Hongjoong said before slamming the door behind them. The four of us paused and Hongjoong let out a breath.

"Come on," Hongjoong said, nodding towards the loungeroom. We all stayed quiet as we walked to where all the parents were waiting, along with Jongho who was hugging his mum with wide eyes.

"Hyungs what's going on? Is Wooyoung Hyung ok," he asked quickly.

"San," Hongjoong said gently, clearly asking me to explain.

"I don't really know everything exactly. I took Youngie to the bathroom because he felt sick and he started throwing up. I tried to help him but he wasn't responding so I came to get Mr and Mrs Jung to come help. When Mr Jung said something, Wooyoung jumped up and started yelling at them to go. I was confused but then he hid behind me and he begged me not to let them hurt him. I'm telling you, Wooyoung was really scared. I just got him out as quick as I could and came here," I told them.

"So that's why he started acting like that when he found out what was happening today. When we were all getting excited, he left and went to bed an-."

"And then he was being an absolute little shit yesterday for some reason. Maybe he was taking out his anger on us," Yunho said.

"Ah shit. No, he wasn't. He never wanted to see them today. He thought that if he angered us, we would stop him from seeing his parents today. That's why he acted like that last night," Hongjoong groaned.

"So he didn't mean any of what he said," Jongho asked quietly.

"Of course he didn't Jjongie. He was just scared and desperate and none of us realised," I said with a sigh.

"Um, parents," Hongjoong said, gaining the attention of all the parents in the room. They all looked sympathetic but they didn't say anything.

"I am really sorry, I know you all came down here to see your sons but Wooyoung is our brother and he's no doubt crying upstairs crying right now. Frankly, I'm more worried about his well-being and we can always try to figure out a way to reschedule today. I am really sorry but would you guys mind leaving so we can look after him," Hongjoong asked with a sigh.

"Of course, that's not a problem. I am very impressed with your leader abilities and how you're putting you members first," Mrs Jeong said.

"Family mum, not members," Yunho cut in, making small smile creep onto our favours.

"I agree. I feel even better leaving Jongho in the care of you boys, seeing how much you all care for each other," Mr Choi said.

"We will be leaving. Don't worry, we'll be back before long. Tell Yeosang we loved seeing him again," Mrs Kang said.

"You're doing good Joongie, keep it up. And we'll see you again soon," Mr Kim said. Everyone quickly said their goodbyes before making their way to the door.

"I love you Sannie. You've done well to look after your best friend darling," mum said as she gave me a quick hug.

"Thanks mum, dad. I'll see you guys soon ok," I said quietly.

"Of course, go look after Wooyoung-ssi," dad replied. Believe me, I will...

Yeosang's POV

I was in the middle of talking to me parents happily when San rushed back from the bathroom carrying a crying Wooyoung in his arms. Why is Wooyoung crying? I immediately stopped talking and turned to watch what was happening.

"Is that Wooyoungie," mum asked as I watched San rush to Seonghwa and say something to him.

"Yeah," I nodded, not turning away. Seonghwa gently pulled Wooyoung from San's arms and rocked him gently to try and calm him down. San then rushed over to Hongjoong and I got a good look at his face, he was panicked.

"Why's Wooyoung cryi-."

"I think Wooyoung's parents were abusive." The entire room fell silent at San's words and I felt the colour drain from face. Wooyoung's parents abused him?

"Hwa, Sangie, get Youngie upstairs right now," Hongjoong said quickly. I didn't need any further encouragement, I rushed forwards and helped Seonghwa bring Wooyoung upstairs, keeping my arm wrapped around his waist tightly.

"Let's go to my room," Seonghwa said. I nodded and we went into the room quickly.

"Youngie, you need to try and calm down," Seonghwa said gently as we guided him to Seonghwa's bed. Wooyoung's breathing was erratic and I could tell he was beginning to hyperventilate. Seonghwa quickly undid the top three buttons of Wooyoung's shirt, giving him some breathing room but it didn't seem to help to much.

"P-Please don't. Don't l-leave me a-alone with th-them. I c-can't do it. Please, I g-got awa-y but n-now they're b-back to hurt me a-again," Wooyoung said, breathing heavily. It was physically hurting me seeing how scared he was, and not ever realise just what he could have gone through. I sat down on the bed and leaned against the wall and crossed my legs before grabbing Wooyoung's waist and pulling him into my lap, letting him curl up into me. He grabbed onto my shirt tightly and I wrapped my arms around his waist, placing a few gentle kisses to his forehead.

"We're here Wooyoung. We won't let them come anywhere near you ok. You're not going to see them here again, I promise," I whispered, nuzzling my head against his cheek softly. I may not like affection all the time but Wooyoung craves it and he's scared which means he needs it now more than ever.

"I'm here for you aegi, I always will be," I said gently, placing a kiss to his cheek. He whined and tucked his head under my chin, placing his head right over my heart.

"I've got you jagiya," I whispered, lifting my hand and carding my hands through his hair and massaging his scalp gently. He let out a soft breath, much different to his previous gasping breaths and he slowly begun to calm down. I quickly slipped my hand under the back of his shirt and ran my hand up and down his back, further relaxing him. His breathing was beginning to even out and he was starting to calm down slowly. I looked over his shoulder at Seonghwa who was smiling gently at as, a mixture of fondness and sadness in his eyes.

"S-Sangie," Wooyoung whimpered.

"Yes aegi," I replied gently.

"You g-guys won't leave me r-right," he asked.

"Of course not, we're never going to leave you," Seonghwa said quickly as he scooted next to us and cupped the youngers cheek gently. Wooyoung sniffled and leant into his hand. The door suddenly opened and Wooyoung tensed with a whimper but Seonghwa and I quickly shielded him. Thankfully it was just the other members and they remained quiet as they walked inside, making Wooyoung relax again. San quickly walked over and crawled over to sit next to me. I opened my arms and nodded lightly for Wooyoung to go to San, knowing he's better with skinship. I've already calmed Wooyoung, San can just give him some extra reassurance. Wooyoung shuffled over to San's lap and the other held him tightly. One by one the boys moved came over and gave Wooyoung quick and gentle hugs, letting him know they're there for him. After everyone had talked to Wooyoung, Hongjoong knelt down in front of him, clearly wanting to talk. I noticed Wooyoung immediately tense up and its seems San did as he quickly told Hongjoong to wait. The leader complied and instead just grabbed Wooyoung's hands softly while he waited. Wooyoung was nervous, I could tell that given how he was avoiding eye contact and looking at the ground. It was quiet for a few minutes before Wooyoung finally spoke up.

"They never really approved of my choice of occupation, that always said being an idol was for pussy's and little girls," Wooyoung said quietly. I'm pretty sure we all know who 'they' are.

"When I first auditioned and got into BigHit, they used to get angry, really angry. Whenever I got back home, they'd yell at me and constantly told me I was wasting my life trying to be an idol." He paused and took a shaky breath before looking over at me sadly and sighing.

"After a while whenever I came home, they wouldn't let me inside the house. They made me sleep inside the garage with just a pillow and blanket because they said I didn't deserve it." Oh my god.

"Is that why you always stayed back later after practices? I always got worried about you overworking yourself so I would drag you to my dorm room to sleep instead," I asked him. He sighed and nodded.

"I-I always felt safe with you and I knew I had a sorta h-home with you. I never wanted to ask because I was too scared you'd say no but I knew even though you pretended you didn't, you did care for me and you'd always be there to give me somewhere to sleep," he said quietly. He never told me, I never knew what he was going through all that time. If he had've told me something was happening at home, I would've invited him to move in sooner or at least tried to make it easier for him. I quickly reached out and slipped my hand into his gentle, linking our fingers together and squeezing softly in reassurance.

"That's always why I ended up suggesting to room with you. It wasn't just because it was closer, it's because I couldn't, I couldn't deal with it anymore," Wooyoung said sadly.

"They um, they tried to come and see my at the company building after I stopped coming home for a month. They didn't get very far though, because they ran into Yeonjun. Yeonjun already kind of knew what was happening. He caught me trying to cover up bruises one night but although he never asked, he knew it had to do with my parents. When they tried to come see me, he basically told them to fuck off and not come near me and got security to get rid of them. He came to see me that night and told me what happened, reassuring me he would protect me if I needed it," Wooyoung said sadly.

"When was this," I asked him. This is something really big, I can't believe I never realised it before.

"The day you let me sleep next to me because you could tell I needed someone close to me," he replied, his hand squeezing mine tightly.

"When was the last time you saw them before today," Mingi asked.

"Um, I haven't seen them since I started properly rooming with Sangie," he replied. Everyone was quiet for a little bit, just absorbing everything we'd just been told. Wooyoung basically just told us his parents abused him and he didn't feel safe with them, so he stayed with me instead and cut contact.

"Is this why you acted how you did yesterday," Jongho asked, breaking the silence. My eyes widened as Wooyoung's eyes welled up and he begun to cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear. I didn't mean to hurt any of, I just, I didn't know what else to do. I thought if upset you guys enough, you'd punish me by making me not be able to see my parents," he sniffled as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Aegi, we would never punish you with something like that, especially because we didn't know the whole story. We thought you were excited to see them and I would never hurt you like that," Hongjoong said firmly.

"Why didn't you tell us about all this earlier aegi. I'm not angry or upset, I'm just wondering," Seonghwa asked gently.

"I was ashamed," Wooyoung replied. San tightened his grip on the younger and placed a small kiss on his neck, making him relax a little.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Wooyoung, I promise you. We all love you so much and we just want you to be safe and happy," Yunho told him. I furrowed my eyebrows as San's head snapped up and his eyes widened before he looked down at Wooyoung.

"Youngie, can you listen to me for a sec jagiya," San asked softly.

"Yeah what's up Sannie," Wooyoung replied, looking up at him in confusion.

"We're so proud of you Wooyoung and we are so, so glad that you stuck through everything despite the adversity you faced. If you didn't move from BigHit to here because of Yeosang, we wouldn't be who we are today. Because ATEEZ without Wooyoung isn't ATEEZ at all. We're proud of you and the person you've become," San said firmly. At his words, Wooyoung begun to sob once again and he hugged San tightly. San's a genius, I can see what he's doing and given the other's looks, they can as well. Wooyoung just told us how much his parents hate what he does and berated him for his choice in life, he hasn't been told that someone is proud of him and that he made the right choice in his life.

"He's right Wooyoung. We're all really proud of you," Seonghwa said.

"Yes and we couldn't be more thankful that you chose to come here. You made the right choice aegi because we need you here," Hongjoong said softly.

"H-Hugs. Pl-Please," Wooyoung cried. We all immediately went onto the bed and cuddled up to San and Wooyoung, somehow managing to fit onto the bed. It was a tight fit but we all stayed like that, embracing him tightly and letting him cry it all out. Once he was finally calm again, we all moved away slightly but still hovered close by.

"I'm sorry, for ruining your time with your parents," Wooyoung whispered.

"You didn't ruin anything Wooyoung. You're family to us as well and we're always happy to help you," Seonghwa said gently, making Wooyoung smile softly.

"Thank you, for everything guys. I couldn't be happier than I am right now, here with my brothers," Wooyoung said softly. We all smiled softly back at him. He's been through a lot, but we're here for him, forever...

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