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Lu Han couldn’t remember when the beatings started, just that he had been too young to have any recollection of it. Chanyeol, his father, had a short fuse. If he felt stressed about work, he would take it out on Lu Han. Not right away, but Lu Han figured out the connection. If Chanyeol had a bad day, it took less to anger him. It was as if he was waiting for Lu Han to mess up. Make a little mistake that had Chanyeol justify raising his hand at him. That was usually what he did. He would use his hands, only on special occasions when Lu Han got a little older would he start using suitable items that were within reach. Chanyeol’s favorite one had been his belt. Lu Han figured as much because of the smug, self-satisfied look he would have on his face when it struck Lu Han. The satisfying snap!, especially if it was against Lu Han’s naked skin. Lu Han hated that the most. When he would anger Chanyeol, when he wasn’t wearing clothes thick enough to take away some of the pain, or when he was wearing something that didn’t cover enough. Like a t-shirt or shorts, or when he was just in his underwear. Even the ability to wear t-shirts or shorts started feeling like a rarity. Lu Han bruised easily, and was made to cover up his marks of what was going on at home. Lu Han wanted to hide it himself, feeling ashamed of it. Like others would think he had deserved it, because that was the kind of thing his dad would tell him. That if he just behaved, he wouldn’t have to do this. Others would see what a prissy little princess he is too, and think Chanyeol was in the right. Lu Han believed it. ...