Broken Pieces : Yoonmin

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Mentions of domestic abuse. If you are uncomfortable, please skip to the next chapter.

15 year old Jimin stumbles in front of the door with a wide smile on his face. He had made a friend, a new friend... Who didn't bully him from liking boys, who didn't judge him for being who he was.

"Sooo...you are finally home?" Jimin hears a deep voice from inside the house, immediately stopping on his tracks. Mr Park, sits on the couch with a beer bottle in his hand. Jimin looks at his father and smiles. "Yes dad. Good evening. You know what, I made a new friend and he is.....," THRASH! a beer bottle just hit the wall behind him.

He looks behind to see the pieces of glasses scattered in front of the wall and sighs. He knew something like this would happen. It has been happening over a year now and Jimin sort of got used to it. Though he feared the man whom he loved the most as his father. He controls his breath and tries to remain calm.

His "father" makes his way towards the poor boy. Jimin looks at his dad, his hair uneven, dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were bloody and filled with a passion of killing or torturing someone. The boy's breath hitches as he gets a punch on his stomach. The older man kicks on his knee, making Jimin fall on the ground with a thud. The boy moans. It hurts like fuck.

"Fucking shit," he grabs Jimin's hair and brings his face closer. "Why the fuck are you even alive huh? Ditching classes? Liking boys? Leaving studies?" Jimin feels disgusted as he feels the alcohol-mixed breath. "B..but I didn't ...ditch.. school...aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" He screams, feeling a cold tip brush through his jawline.

"Talking back?" He presses the broken beer bottle harder on his son's sharp jawline, "A fat faggot gay like you dare talking bad to me???? YOU FUCKING SHIT!" Jimin lets out a blood curling scream as he feels the sharp bottle slashing and scratching his jawline. "You know, I regret...regret having you.... I fear whether Jihyun will turn like you... I HATE YOU THE MOST. YOU DESERVE TO DIE YOU ASS... HOW DARE....," a phone ring interrupts the older man. Mr Park glares at Jimin and stands up to attend the call.

"Sure, yes... Ok.. my driver is on his way.. he'll pick up Jihyun. Yes sir, Thankyou for taking care of him," Jimin looks at his so called father with disgust. Mr Park makes his way towards the broken boy, "Clean the wounds, Jihyun will be here. I don't want him to see anything. And if he does...," He kicks Jimin again, "you know what the consequences will be."

And with that said, the man walks away from there. Jimin spits blood on the floor and proceeds to clean himself and the blood. He looks at the mirror, "maybe I shouldn't go tomorrow to see Jeongin."

"Jimin?? Jimin??" Jimin woke up with sweats on his head and panted hard. "Yah are you okay? Jihyun!! Bring a glass of water!!" Jimin tried to sit but sleeping on the couch was too much. His back hurt as well as his neck. He looked around, seeing a worried Taehyung sitting in front of him and Jihyun standing there with a glass of water. "Yah drink this," Jimin drank the glass of water while Taehyung patted his back to calm him down.

After calming down a bit, Jimin realised what happened. He dreamt of his abusive household..again... And wait... Taehyung? What the fuck was he doing here? But one thing assured him, Taehyung by his side and Jihyun standing beside him, safe and sound.

"You have classes, don't you?" Jihyun nodded and picked up his school bag. He walked towards his hyung and climbed on top of him. Jimin hissed, feeling the weight of the eight year old on his sore lap, but didn't say anything..he didn't want Jihyun to worry about him more.. "Hyung," the boy wrapped his arms around the older and kissed his forehead, "I love you ok?" Jimin ruffled the younger's hair and smiles. "I love you more. Now go and run otherwise you'll be late," Jihyun smiled and jumped down, waving at the two boys and going outside the house.

"What are you doing here?" Jimin asked with a "disturbed" and "cold" tone to which Taehyung scratched his neck awkwardly. "I came here to check on you," Jimin hummed and stood up, walking to the kitchen. He opened his fridge only to find some yesterday's leftovers. He took some and gave it to Taehyung. "Eat this. I'll be quick," and he ran to the washroom.

Taehyung sighed and sat on the table. He knitted his eyebrows. The older was having a problem. Today morning, Taehyung decided to check on Jimin and then go to university together. But when he came to the house, he heard some screams. He hurried inside and found Jimin having a nightmare while Jihyun stood beside him, all ready in his school uniform. The kid had tears in his eyes as he tried to calm Jimin down.

Taehyung sighed and looked around the house. Yoongi's description matched. The house had nothing, only a shabby kitchen, a torn couch with a tv and a room. Probably that room was Jimin's but now was used by Jihyun, judging from the way Jimin slept on the couch.

"Yeah, hiii Tae," Taehyung found Jimin standing there with white full sleeved clothes, his hair was combed neatly and a baggy sweatpants. For some reason, the shorter boy glowed even with dark circles under his eyes. Jimin walked in front of Taehyung and shook him by his shoulder, noticing the raven haired boy staring at him. "Are you okay Tae?"

Wait! Tae?? Did Jimin just call him Tae instead of Taehyung? Taehyung smiled, hearing the nickname Jimin gave him. Jimin soon realised what he did, a red tint appearing on his cheeks. "Haha okk.. that was cute," Taehyung laughed and stroked Jimin's cheeks.

Jimin smiled a bit. "Anyways do you need something?" Jimin asked still unsure of what Taehyung was doing here this early. "Ah no. I just want to spend time with you." Jimin's eyes widened. "With me?" He pointed to himself, why would the younger want to spend time with him when he had university in a few hours.

"Yes with you," Taehyung smiled and pulled Jimin to the couch.

Sigh... Let's just see what this alien wants....

I...loveee...Vmin... Maybe will include some Vmin in the next chapter too.. who knows

Also to those who are reading my haha..sort of story... Thankyou for being here with me. Your votes and comments support me a lot. Thankyou for staying with me even when I am late.

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