EXO imagines

55. Lay - A Brother You Never Had

@alonceknight here's a not-too-fluffy imagine that's about competitions heh enjoy~

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It's okay. you remind yourself. You got this, ______. Breathe in, breathe out. In, out. In. Out... Someone taps your shoulder. You turn around and smile, but it immediately fades away.

"Oh" you spit. "It's you." you point at your competition. "What do you want, Lay?" you cross your arms and glare at him. He smirks.

"Almost your turn" he turns around, but stops himself. "wait" he turns back to face you. "one more thing."

"spit it out."

"you're pretty" your mouth drops and you blush like crazy.

"w-what ar---"

"ugly."

"what." you glare at him and his smirk.

"aww" Lay coos. "you actually thought I would give you a compliment?" he scoffs. "think again" he lightly flicks your head. "Stop blushing." he starts walking away. You're too cute. He thinks when he turns the corner.

"And now..." the announcer's voice booms. "________ will be dancing to EXO's Heart Attack!" the crowd cheers. You sigh and turn towards the stage entrance. I can do this. You assure yourself that everything will turn out fine. You jog onto the center of the stage and prepare to preform. The music starts and you were rocking it!

Great as always. Lay was watching you from backstage. Without warning, the lights turn off. You stop dancing. A creaking sound is heard and something collapses on your leg, making you fall with it. Your ear piercing scream makes everyone flinch. "______!" Lay yells.

"HELP MEEE" You were sobbing from the pain. "LAYYYY" Why did you call his name? You were never tolerant of pain. Lights flash back on and the only thing in your line of sight is your bloody leg. You were getting lightheaded, but Lay catches you and strokes your head.

"It's okay ________. I got you" Lay orders a man to call 9-1-1. Others help get the metal off your leg. The medics come and take you.

"Anyone related to her?"

"I am" Lay immediately gets on the ambulance. "Please take good care of her." he insists.

You black out.

You wake up to the beeping if the monitor to your left. Everything hurt from your head to your toe - especially your leg. Opening your eyes, you spot Lay sleeping beside you while holding your hand. What's he doing? you ask yourself. Doesn't he hate me? Lay wakes up and rubs his eyes. He was kind of...cute...

"______?" Lay's eyes were the size of an owl's eyes. He immediately wraps you in a hug. "Oh thank The Lord you're okay"

"ow.." you whisper.

"Oh sorry!" he immediately back off. The both of you were blushing hard.

"why didn't you leave?"

"..huh?" he asks.

"I thought you hated me."

"Well... no one asked me to leave. Your parents weren't coming either, so I thought I could...what's wrong?" Why was he being so nice and considerate?

"My mom died last year from a car accident...and my dad drinks himself to sleep every night." You look out the window. Lay looked stunned. He never knew your past was so dark.

"Do you need help?"

"What?" you turn around. You expected him to be sorry, like everyone else. No one has ever offered to help you before.

"I've already paid for the hospital bill" he starts to grab for his wallet. "Are you sill living with your dad?" You nod your head. "Here" he hands you money. "Move out of that house."

"No." you push the money away. "I don't need pity money.

"Don't be stubborn."

"NO." you had memories in that house.

"YOU HAVE TO." he holds your wrists.

"WHY. I LOVE THAT HOUSE." you were crying while trying to get out of his strong grasp.

"HE IS ASSAULTING YOU." you stop thrashing.

"no, he doesn't..." He pulls up your shirt. "YAH" He pokes the bruise on your stomach and you slap his half away. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT."

"That bruise hasn't healed for 2 years...he's been beating you even before your mom passed away?"

"h-how do you know that?" you stutter.

"You came in for a physical exam two years ago and you had a bruise in the exact same spot." Lay explains. He holds your shoulders. "______. Please move somewhere else. You aren't safe at home."

"...but I have nowhere to go...." you whisper. Lay envelopes you into a hug because you start crying again. You cave in and use his shoulder.

"Shhhh" he comforts you. "It's okay. Just let it out." You let everything out. All the emotions cooped up inside of you flow out so easily for some odd reason. Lay was comforting to be around. When you calm down, he asks you if you wanted to stay at his house.

"What?"

"Yea, my house." he smiles and pulls you into a hug again. "My house has extra rooms."

"No, I couldn't. You've already paid for my hospital bill..."

"Oh, my family owns this hospital." he explains.

"..."

"So..wanna take up my offer?" you think about it. Maybe it won't be that bad. Lay was being nice to you after all.

"Sure" you smile. "Thanks a bunch, Lay." you flash your teeth.

"Yea" he ruffles your hair. Anything for you to smile at me like that. He was like the big brother you never had. You smile at the thought of an older brother and drift off into dreamland.