The Truth Untold: Yoonmin

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Yoongi's face looked like shit.

It had been a long time since his dad had actually hit him–let alone in the face. He'd found out about his job and the skipped classes. Yoongi knew it had been the counselor trying to do her job but fuck if she didn't just earn him the beating of the year.

He knew his dad didn't actually care whether he went to school or not. It was the principle of the matter, he'd said. "I'm your dad. If you're earning money, you're giving me half."

"Fuck off," Yoongi had spat at him and stormed out of the house. Now he was in Namjoon and Hoseok's dorm, watching as a purple bruise bloomed under his eye.

Jungkook , he thought. Thank God Jungkook didn't see . He'd left the house after getting a call from Tae just before Yoongi's dad had gotten his hands on him.

"One more year, man. One more year and you'll be here with us." Namjoon said and Yoongi nodded. That's all he needed.

The mark on the back of his neck prickled a little but Yoongi focused his attention on the pain on his face, willing the bruise to go away.

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Jimin had woken up in his bed after his fainting spell.

It was exhaustion , his mom insisted. All that dancing , his dad grumbled saying nothing about basketball.

Jimin wasn't sure either of them were right. He didn't remember much, but the memory of the searing pain was vivid.

"You can't dance anymore. It's just too much." Jimin stared at his dad, not fully registering the words he'd said.

"I just need a couple of days to rest."

"No, honey..." His mom looked up at her husband before continuing. "Dad means you need to quit the company."

Jimin's eyes grew wide and he looked back and forth between his parents who wore identical unreadable expressions.

"That's... you can't... I'm fine! This was just because of the–" Jimin stopped himself before revealing his secret. He hadn't told his parents about the mark yet. Mostly, because they thought Jimin should do no wrong. They expected him not to and to have a flaw as big as this would be close to committing a terrible crime. To tell them that Jimin was deffective–Jimin couldn't bare the thought.

"I mean... Please. It was once. Once! Out of hundreds of days I've gone to the studio. I'll live."

They were relentless.

Jimin had to quit dancing.

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When Jungkook saw Yoongi's face, he cried.

It isn't fair; it's not okay, hyung.

I'll be fine.

My mom will talk to him. She won't let it happen again.

Don't worry Kookie, just... don't worry about me.

Yoongi never really understood why Jungkook's mom had married his father. He didn't understand why she turned a blind eye to what he did to Yoongi, preferring to pretend it never happened. She wasn't a bad lady. Someone who had created Jungkook couldn't be bad. Yoongi had thought she might be his savior when she first came to live with them, but he quickly learned that his dad had always been right. Yoongi just wasn't someone other's fought for. Someone others loved.

Jungkook was the only exception.

At school, Yoongi hid in the boy's locker room fighting the urge to just go home. He had stolen some of his step mother's makeup to cover up his bruise but the color was too tan for his fair skin and it stood out almost as badly as the bruise itself. It just looked like his skin was rotting, all orange and black and blue. He had just finished wiping it off when he heard a soft sob coming from deep within the room, near the showers.