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Chris was raped when he was thirteen.
It happened when he first moved to Korea, chasing his dreams of becoming an idol. He didn't know it could happen, not in a company like JYPE.
He cried till the sun had arise again, only to bite his tears down and get ready for his first day as a trainee when he heard his morning alarm ringing.
He felt dirty, disgusting, naked, even when he was fully dressed. He felt like a piece of meat.
Yet all he could do was force a smile on his pretty face and keep it together, because no one would believe him. Because he's a new kid. Because why would anyone who had already debuted do such a thing.
If he could, he would fight back. At least try to. Even if he couldn't due to his weak, barely awoken self early in the morning that could still be considered a late night.
He swore to protect those younger than himself; swore to watch over any luring, curious hand that could roam over trainees his age or younger.
Until he became what he was trying to protect the others of.
Until a beautiful fifteen year old boy joined the company when he was already reaching his twenties.
Jeong-in looked perfect. His baby-like face endeared Chris; hypnotized him since the first seconds of meeting the fresh trainee. His lisp, Busan dialect, sly eyes and god dimples made his heart skip a beat; made his fingers jolt in small spasms as he forced them to form knuckles instead of reaching out for the innocent flesh.
Chris has been protecting others for so long, he could excuse himself one exception now, could he? One innocent, petite boy for his built up hunger, one victim, so other trainees could be safe.
He had told Jeong-in how mature he is; how brave he is for moving out at such a young age to achieve his dreams. A ripe fruit for Chris, yet still a blooming flower for others.
Jeong-in didn't dare to protest when Chris made him stay longer for his dance practices, didn't dare to say a word when he got too mad at his constant mistakes, didn't dare to reach out for help when Chris slapped him across the face, made him kneel and
It was justified. Chris has been holding himself for so, so long. He cradled Jeong-in's soft, now painted in thick, white stripes face and teared up. Jeong-in's eyes were red from the tears, lips puffy from the abuse received and chest had jumped up from time to time due to his uncontrollable sobs.
He looked just like Chris after that day, except his face was painted white besides the redness. It healed something long rotting in Chris – seeing someone he adored in such a state. It healed a part of him, made him think he took revenge.
When Chris debuted under the nickname Bang Chan, Jeong-in felt his heart sink. Someone who had torn him apart could now become something that he couldn't reach due to his mental health issues that affected his psychical health, too.
Jeong-in remained a trainee for another few years. Trained as hard as he could, pushing himself over the edge until his vision became black.
Until he saw Yu.
And the story had repeat itself.