Jimin's POV
"Ouch! Can't you do it gently?" He asked.
"Tsh. Why don't you fight back?" I asked while applying an ointment to his bruises.
"You know I can't!" He whispered looking down.
Yoongi is my long time partner. We've been together for 2 years now and seeing him with bruises and cuts isn't new to me anymore. He got it from his dad who's abusing him for years now.
"Are you mad?" He asked in a low voice that rendered me speechless.
"I'm sorry." He added bringing me back to my reverie.
"What are you talking about? You know I can't get mad at you." I answered him.
A long moment of silence filled the air. I looked at him and saw the tears falling from his eyes.
F*ck! I hate seeing him cry!
"Hush." I hugged him and pat his back to give him comfort.
"I am sorry I keep breaking my promise. It's just that, I love and respect my dad so much. I-I can't fight back. I just can't." He said in between his sobs.
"I am not mad at you. I'm mad at myself because I can't protect you. Why don't you just stay with me here? I'll take care of you."
"My dad won't like it. He already lose mom and I know he doesn't want to lose me too. My dad loves me. I heard him when I pretended to be asleep. He said sorry." He said assuring me of the thing I don't really know how to believe. I mean, his father have been beating him up for years now and he's telling me his dad loves him. What kind of love is that?
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Months passed like usual. I'll go home after work and he'll visit me, body full of cuts and bruises. I'll treat his wounds, he'll say sorry, I'll forgive him, I'll send him home, and the same goes with the next days. It's like a routine and I'm already tired of it but I can't give up on him. I just can't.
"Jimin-ah! Are you home?" I heard Yoongi called me from the outside.
"I'm in the kitchen! Come here!" I shouted loud enough for him to hear me.
I'm about to turn off the stove when I felt an arms wrapped around me. My Yoongi's being sweet. It happens once in a blue moon.
"How was your day? Your wounds?" I asked him turning the stove off.
"I don't have any wounds." He answered.
"That's goo—wait did I heard it right? No wounds? Cuts? Bruises?" I asked turning around to check if it's really true.
"Y-y-yeah! It's a good news, right?" He smiled awkwardly maybe my reaction's too much, huh?
"Wow! That calls for a celebration! Sit down now. I'll prepare something special for you." I answered him smiling but my smile faded when I saw the way he walks, he's not walking but limping. I ignored it and started preparing his favorite dish. I'm really happy for him.
We ate dinner joking around and laughing. I don't know how many times I would say this but I'm really happy for him.
"I need to go home now." That news made me feel sad but I hide it immediately because I don't wanna ruin the mood.
"Oh? I'll send you out then."
"U-uhm sure."
I frowned when I caught him steal a glance at me again. Something feels…… off?
