Water Lilies//soonhoon

.25|Woozi

•TRIGGER WARNING •

Woozi walked into his house quietly. He slipped of his shoes and tried to make his way to the stairs without being seen.

"Hello son, " Woozi could tell by the voice that it was his dad. The person he feared most.

Woozi signed a greating to his father.
His father sighed, as he slammed his newspaper down on the coffee table,"Say it, don't sign it,"Mr. Lee said.

Woozi stared at the ground and shook his head.

Mr. Lee cursed under his breath and pushed passed Woozi, but quickly turned back around,"Why are you wearing a scarf ?" Mr.Lee snatched the scarf off of Woozi's neck, realizing he wouldn't answer.

"What the hell is this? "his father yelled him. He grabbed the boy's chin, whipping his face to the side. Woozi's phone vibrated and his dad quickly snatched it out his hand, and when he unlocked it, the first picture he saw was the one him and Hoshi took earlier. Woozi watched the look on his father's face and backed away slowly.

"Why is this boy kissing you? " His father said, his eyes filled with disgust and hatred," I did't raise faggots in this house, "His father spat, before pulling Woozi by the locks of his hair. Woozi tugged at his father's hand, whimpers escaping from his mouth. His father threw open the basement door, dragging the boy down the steps. The back of the basement had a metal tub in it. Mr. Lee filled it with cold water and poured a bottle of clear liquid his dad got from the church into it. It was labeled 'holy water'.

His grip on Woozi's hair tightened as he plunged the boy's head into the water. Woozi's arms flailed about as he clauwed at hs father's hand, his free hand trying to grip the tub.

"You sinful child. How dare you do such an unholy thing, and come to this house after?" his father spat, yanking his head out.

Woozi gasped for air; heaving as he rubbed his hands together, staring at his father with pleading eyes.

He prayed and prayed for his mom to come home. When she came, he wouldn't have to go through this.

His father repeated his actions for what felt like forever to Woozi, until Woozi could no longer move his joints at will.

"Sit here and ask god for forgiveness. I won't except a faggot in my house," His father spat, before walking up the stairs.

Woozi sat on on the cold concrete floor, his clothes soaked as he inhaled and exhaled desperately. The boy was too warn out to even cry, so he just sat there, asking god why?

Why must he suffer?

Why was he alone?

Why was he a coward?

He cursed himself because he thought that it was all his fault, not god's.
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His father came back down the stairs, and sent him a look of pure disgust, "We're not finished yet Jihoon" He said, a scowl on his face.

Woozi looked up the stairs, and noticed the door was left open. He thought he could make a run for it, and ran as fast as he could but felt big cold hands wrap around his ankle, before yanking him back.

His head hit the cold basement floor, and his vision began to get blurry before he saw black.
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*Mr. Lee's character is one of the people I hate the most*.

The ones who will do fucked up shit but call others sinfull.

If there really is a hell, his ass is gonna be there for sure.