Broken Pieces : Yoonmin

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Sorry.....

I had no idea where the plot was going so I had to stop this book for a few days. I am really very sorry for this...

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Warning:: mentions of domestic abuse and suicidal thoughts. It you are uncomfortable and going through a trauma right now.. don't read and skip it.

Fuck........

"Huh! You are finally back," the dark voice of the man sent shivers down the spine of Jimin. Jimin noticed the eight year old Jihyun standing beside the couch where their father was sitting. He had a frightened look plastered on his face. Jimin stood there numb unable to process what the fuck was going on here. He gathered his strength and made his way towards his father. "What brings you here?"

The man stood up and went towards Jimin, smirking. The blonde haired boy clenched his fist. "Wait for me," the man said and went outside the house. Jimin was confused. He knew his father was upto no good and was only here to torture the shit out of him. But today he seemed calm? Nah.. not possible....

"Hyung," Jimin snapped back to reality, hearing Jihyun's weak voice. The little boy ran and hugged Jimin's leg. He was shivering. "Hyung.....," Fat tears trickled down his face which made Jimin clench his heart. His baby brother was crying which Jimin hated the most in the world. That bastard promised not to touch Jihyun.

Jimin kneeled down and hugged the crying boy. "Shhh.. everything will be okay," he rubbed Jihyun's back and patted his head. "What happened?" He asked in the most comfortable voice. Jihyun looked up.. his face red and swollen from crying. "He saw me chatting with you," Jimin's ears went red and bit his teeth. Damn... "Did he hurt you?" Jihyun shook his head while Jimin sighed.

Seconds later Jimin noticed a huge suitcase being thrown towards them. He quickly moved Jihyun and the suitcase landed on his chest, making him fall on the ground. "Hyung!!" If Jimin didn't push the little boy, he could have hurt badly. Jimin was currently whimpering on the ground in pain trying to stand up. "What the fuck!"

The man kneeled down to face the injured Jimin. "This bastard here," he pointed to the eight year old and turned to Jimin again, "will be staying here with you," he stood up. Jimin clenched his teeth as he stood up with the strength left in his body. "The fuck you are throwing him out just like me!!" he shouted to the top of his voice when a hard puch landed on his stomach, making him hit the wall behind him. Jihyun ran towards him only to be stopped by the glare of his father. The poor boy stood there with tears in his eyes.

"Sooo... You shout at me now huh?" He slapped his face making Jimin groan in pain. "Remember I have still kept my promise," Jimin looked at him with his eyes full of hate. "the... suitcase could have.... Hit him...," He managed to utter those words only to receive another hard slap on his left cheek. His cheeks were red, marked with hand prints and stained with tears. The man kicked on his crouch and punched his face. Jimin's lips began to bleed..his head started to feel dizzy. Those days were coming back...again....

"Remember either you suffer...or...," He pointed towards the crying Jihyun, "....or he..." He pushed Jimin for the last time on the wall, making the short boy collapse on the floor. Jihyun ran towards his hyung and threw his arms around him, crying his heart out. "I...am... fine.. Jihyun," he managed to utter those words which made the younger one cry more.

"Lovely bonding," the man chuckled. "We'll meet soon Jimin," saying these words he walked outside the shabby house, lighting his ciggerate. "Fucking ashole," Jimin muttered.

Jihyun continued crying. The eight year old was scared too much. The trauma was too much for a child. Jimin sighed. He cupped the younger's face, making him look at his hyung. "stop crying. Hyung is here," Jihyun sobbed. "Aishhh."

He pulled Jihyun to hug more tightly. To be honest it was breaking Jimin's heart. "You are not happy to stay with hyung?" Jimin asked while still hugging his younger brother.

No response..

"Jihyun?"

Jimin pulled the boy back from the hug to see him sleeping. Jihyun had cried too much and fell asleep on Jimin's shoulder. Jimin sighed and carried him to his bedroom, tucking him on his bed with the blankets. He wiped the tears on Jihyun's face.

Jimin went to the washroom and wiped his face. The cut from earlier had dried but his cheeks hurt too much. He peeled off his shirt only to see additional bruises added to the previous ones. Jimin was tired of himself..his body which was covered with bruises and scars.

And the thing which disgusted him the most, was the hickey given to him by Jowooh. He looked at the mirror is the washroom and his eyes fell on the dark blue mark on his neck. It disguted him. He wanted to cry. He wanted to end himself. "Fuck," he was tired.. tired of all these bullying and scars and bruises. He hated himself the most. He put his hand on the mark as tears rolled down his cheeks. The pain was too much to bear.

With his shaky hands, he reached the blade kept beside the mirror. He took the blade and placed it on his left hand and began to cut his skin. It hurt but was better than the pain of being beaten by his father and bullied by people. More scars were made, causing blood dripping on the floor. Jimin winced with pain but it somehow relieved him.. He didn't want to live but he had to.. not for himself but for Jihyun.

And with a slight hope of Yoongi loving him back......