why | park woojin

21 | scars

i wanted to leave to check on jinyoung but there were so many people in the hall that it was hard to get out.

" i don't think it's anything big, i'll call him later okay, but for now, enjoy the next stage," daehwi lightly patted my back.

it was the last stage and it was woojin's solo.

" h-hello everyone, i'm woojin and i'll be performing the final dance to end of all the performances today, hope you enjoy! " he cheerfully ended his mini speech and got into position.

i was so engrossed with the music and the dance that i didn't realise my phone had rang about 5 times.

after the performance woojin immediately ran out from backstage and engulfed me into a hug.

"how was i?" he was still sweating from his performance but he still looked so good.

"you were amazing!" i smiled and hugged him.

"see, told you he's taken," i remarked at the girls who were fangirling over him a minute ago.

" let's take a photo," woojin immediately pulled out his phone and snapped a selfie of the 3 of us.

" i want one too," when i turned my phone i realised i had over 6 missed calls from jinyoung and 1 voice message.

i played it immediately, " hyerin...p-please pick up...i-i-i," and it stopped.

" we need to go to his house,now!"

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when we reached his house the door was open so we just entered.

"jinyoung! where are you!" we looked around the living room and all we could see were broken shards of glass from photo frames.

then we heard shouting from outside and sounds of more stuff breaking.

"oh,shit..." he muttered as he stood at the staircase and watched the scene, shortly after went up the stairs to where woojin was.

there was a man standing in front of jinyoung and his mum that was currently lying on the floor with bruises on her legs. he looked familiar, i think he was supposed to be jinyoung'a step dad. jinyoung had bruises on his hands too and it looked bad.

then his father started pulling on his mother's hair and calling her a slut. next to him there were a few bottles of beer.

" stop! don't do this!" jinyoung screamed as he tried to push him away.

"shUT UP!" he screamed and slapped jinyoung hard on his face.

"HEY STOP!" i immediately ran up and woojin and daehwi pulled his father away from his mother.

" are you okay?" i asked worriedly, immediately getting my phone out to call the police, just then his father managed to pull out of daehwi and woojin's grip and came at me.

"no onES CALLING THE POLICE," he dropped the phone onto the floor and slapped me. tears streamed down my face. " why'd you call your friends here huh?"

"i-i," he muttered a sorry too me and told us to leave.

"no, i'm not leaving you here," i held his hand tightly. then woojin came from behind and grabbed him by the neck. " how dare you touch her or jinyoung,"

" hello? 3 green street please come as fast as possible,"

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jinyoung's father got arrested immediately for abuse and both jinyoung and his mother were sent to the hospital.

" shit, i screwed up so bad, i should have picked up when he called," i buried my face into my hands as a tear escaped my eyes, daehwi came and gave me a comforting hug. "it's not your fault and he's strong, he'll be fine,"

"hey guys," it was jinyoung, i immediately ran up to him and threw my arms around him. " i was so worried, i'm glad your okay now,"

he then placed his hand on my cheek, " i'm sorry you got hit, and thanks for coming, i'm sorry i worried y'all,"

" it's okay, that's what best friends are for," i smiled.

"why didn't you tell us before?" daehwi suddenly asked.

"it's a long story,"