moon — twenty-four — gmt-5 — busy bee

tw // self-harm, sa, kidnapping, torture, mentioned su!cide attempthaewon’s life has been everything but easy. from the moment he was born, he always felt like he was cursed in some way. for one, he was extremely beautiful, and that in itself felt like a curse. his entire kingdom often complimented his radiance and soft, innocent look. one of his most awestruck traits that others constantly pointed out were his beautiful pink locks and his gorgeous pink wings, translucent and glittery in the sunlight. he was the ideal suitor for both male and female faerie’s alike. faerie’s in general were all quite pretty, but haewon’s beauty seemed to transcend all standards and boundaries. his personality also didn’t match that of a normal fairy. while he did enjoy being a trickster at times, playing with his friends and pranking the elders when he got bored, he was also extremely calm most of the time, some may even say rather timid. it was in his nature to be silly and mess around, though the majority of the time, he often found himself in deep thought. one of his favorite things he liked to do during his free time was sit under the beautiful cherry blossom trees by one of the many fairy ponds in their kingdom and just enjoy nature. breathe in the fresh air, think about life, that sort of thing.people would normally think that something like that, a life like that, would be nothing short of wonderful. he was well loved in his community and treated with such gentle care and caution by those around him, as if he were a fancy piece of fine china that belonged in a museum. truthfully, it suffocated him. he was a free-spirited being who enjoyed a perfect balance between solitude and company, but unfortunately, he was always surrounded by other faeries doting on him - it drove him crazy. as a result, those feelings spurred him to start doing crazy things.he was always told to stay away from the human towns. humans were a danger to faerie kind and couldn’t be trusted to be within the vicinity of such delicate beings. this made haewon want to do exactly what he shouldn’t - explore the human towns. he would always wait until it was late enough at night, where both the faeries in his kingdom and the humans in the town nearby would mostly be away in their homes resting, to then sneak out and go exploring. one of his favorite things to do was walk through the streets and look at all the cute little shops, peeking in through the glass windows and observing all the neat things each store had to offer. he generally tried to remain hyper vigilant of whoever roamed nearby, making sure he stayed a safe distance away from any lurking humans to avoid confrontation. even so, haewon still (from a distance) observed the humans, pondering how each human looked and acted so differently from each other. it was truly fascinating to the little faerie.all it took for the trajectory of his life to dramatically change beyond repair was one fateful night. as he usually did every few nights, he snuck out of the kingdom late at night to go lurking around one of the human villages as he had always loved to do, his curiosity never fully quenched no matter how much he explored. what he didn’t realize was that particular night, there were poachers in the area. ones who specifically hunted for supernatural beings to sell in the black market for crazy amounts of money. before he even had a chance to react, haewon went from looking at a pretty pink dress in the storefront of a cute boutique to being grabbed from behind, a strong-smelling cloth quickly being shoved over his nose and mouth.the next thing he remembered after that was waking up in a bright, colorfully lit room, the shouts of men and women echoing in his ears, the loud noise spiking the pain that had already been festering in his head. where the hell was he? why was he tied up? why did his head hurt so badly? what happened to him? he had no clue what was happening, and to say that he was terrified would be an absolute understatement. little did he know that his entire life would take a turn for the worst after that night.he ended up being sold into a very popular prostitution ring, and eventually moved to a famous brothel in the red lights district of seoul. as a faerie, he had never been to the big city before, but this was certainly not the way in which he wanted to visit. it wasn’t like he really even got to explore either.as soon as he was moved to that brothel, that was when the torture started. haewon was constantly starved and beaten to the brink of death, but that wasn’t even the worst part. it was the curse of his beauty that caused the constant sexual assault he was forced to endure multiple times a day to satisfy the customers. it was the unfortunate reality that faerie’s, both females and males, were incredibly fertile, and every few months, haewon would suffer intense and painful miscarriages. it was the days where he would rebel and plead for mercy as he was whipped, sliced, kicked, burned. where they would burn and mutilate his wings or shove all sorts of things into him just to hear his wails of agony and see the pretty faerie reduced to a crying, bruised and shivering mess. it didn’t take long for his spirit to be completely shattered, and for any remnants of his soft, innocent personality and demeanor to be completely wiped from existence, leaving only a shell of his former self. a faerie who breathed but truly didn’t feel as if he were alive.all of the trauma eventually caused him to develop a form of selective mutism, and he often wondered what he could have done in life to deserve this, but he didn’t have to look very far for answers. the masters of that brothel always told him that he was born to be a pretty fuck doll for the masses. his sole purpose in life was to be a breeding machine to create other beautiful faerie beings, or even hybrids, to sell for even higher amounts of money on the black market. he would never amount to anything life, he would never escape, and he would always be worth nothing. over time, haewon eventually grew to accept these claims, and even believe them. they were right, after all. he would never escape. he was worthless. he was useless. he only existed to please others with his good looks and his body.this train of thought eventually led him towards an even darker path than the one he had already been thrown on. he quickly figured out that inflicting pain upon himself helped to ease the mental anguish, even if it was only a temporary break from his aching mind. he would seek out whatever sharp things he could find and paint all sorts of designs along his formerly smooth, pale skin. he would find lighters laying around from clients who had visited and gently fan the flame over his previously unblemished skin. it hurt, but he often found himself craving the pain. craving the distraction from the torture that he was forced to endure every day.after what seemed like an eternity of pain and anguish at the hands of these cruel humans, haewon finally found a risky opportunity present itself to him to escape - and he took it without hesitation. wearing a skimpy black dress, thigh high stockings, and thick leather collar, his mutilated pink wings fluttering behind him leaving almost a glittery trail in the air, he ran and ran until he couldn’t run anymore, finding himself in a random alleyway beside what looked to be a building similar to the brothel, only a bit smaller and less club-like. not even a few moments later, he found himself being cornered by his pursuant in the aforementioned alleyway, the man trying to coax him forward to bring him back. he was “expensive merchandise”, after all, they couldn’t afford to lose him.knowing this, haewon took a split moment to think about his next course of action when it eventually became abundantly clear to him. at the end of the day, he would rather die than ever return to the hellhole. so, he pulled out the gun that he stolen from a client earlier that day and pressed it to the side of his head. his pursuant quickly panicked and tried to talk him out of it, but haewon refused to entertain his words any longer. just as he was about to pull the trigger, he was saved by someone who seemed to work in the building of whom the alleyway belonged to, which he later found out was a bar.everything from there was a blur. he vaguely remembered being taken to a hospital, and the eventually being offered shelter, and even a job if he wanted, by the individual who had saved him. although most of his memories were a blur from the time he was saved to the current moment, where he worked as a bar server at the bar of the person who had saved him, he was eternally grateful to have been rescued from his hellish circumstances and offered solace and safety at the bar, surrounded by kind and understanding people who never judged him nor questioned his circumstances.life was going to start looking up again, slowly but surely. although haewon knew he would never truly heal from all the trauma he endured, nor would his inability to speak properly or voice his worries, he knew that he was safe and protected. at least for now.