Drugs 4- Yoongi [18+]

47

"Yoongi." Voice deep, the man had never sounded so startled. Having caught sight of the boy with his face covered in nothing more than bruises and blood as the younger shook his head. Unable to even relish upon that pain upon his face that had him wishing he was no longer alive. He was so tired.

"I'm fine, hyung—"

"What the fuck happened?!" Jin continued to try and get the man to stop and look at him. And Yoongi did. He did and he had never looked more broken when doing so as that base of his right eye stayed swelled completely shut. Looking as though all he wanted to do was break down right then and there. But the man would never let himself feel. He couldn't.

"We need to get you to the fucking hospital, Yoongi—"

"I'm fine, Jin—"

"Yoongi—"

"Hyung, please." And god had the elder never heard him speak so vulnerably. Practically begging for him not to further question him as the softness of the boys eyes went just barely glossy. Because Jin knew. Knew the man no longer wanted to do any of it anymore.

Yet Jin wouldn't speak. Wouldn't let himself fill the younger with anymore stress as Yoongi moved past the man who watched as he walked all the way back home. Completely ignoring any and every stare from those amongst him, in which he could feel that pounding of his heart the second he got home. Because he knew. Knew everything was too late.

And the second the boy could even do so much as walk inside, it was his father who's hand had already came across his face. All while he took hold of the boy's collar. Causing Yoongi to do no more than look at him in complete vulnerability.

"How much—"

"Dad—"

"How much did you fucking lose?! Huh?!" He already had him thrashed onto the ground. Leading to Yoongi feeling as though the wind had gotten knocked out of his chest, even if he wouldn't dare let those tears buried so deep within his soul begin to surface. He couldn't show his emotions.

"10 grand—." And just like that, his fathers laughter cut him off. Sounding all too cynical to the boy who couldn't help but groan the second his fathers foot met with his stomach. Having caused Yoongi to cough up nothing more than pure blood as he caught sight of his mother standing there on the opposite side of the room. Just praying for her to stop the man from continuing. But she didn't. Didn't stop his father. Didn't do anything more than let those tears in her eyes fall before looking away. She couldn't even look at him.

"Get up—"

"Dad—"

"I said to get the fuck up." There was no warmth in his tone. No warmth or care that the boy so desperately needed. Barely able to even describe what it felt like to be nurtured. To be spoken to as though he wasn't nothing. To be told that he was loved and cared for as Yoongi did just what his father asked of him. Having felt as though his entire being would soon give out as he watched his father look at him in pure disgust. Because the man was ruthless. Just as ruthless as Yoongi himself had became overtime.

"Go get cleaned up. . . you look like fucking shit." And he listened to his father scoff. All while moving right past the boy who stayed silent. Allowing for his body to move itself towards his room in a slow manner, only to be stopped by that softness of his mothers fingers upon his wrist.

"Yoongi." Yet he wouldn't look at her. Wouldn't turn back around and let the woman try and nurture him. Yet instead only ripped his arm completely out of her hold before slamming the door shut behind him. Because the woman hadn't protected him. Hadn't told his father to stop. Hadn't done anything but watch him get further slapped around.