Untold Feelings - Yoonmin

3.

Yoongi's Side

Yoongi was now sittimg on his bed with tear stained cheeks. He has finally gotten enough energy to drag himself off the bathroom floor and onto his bed. He blankly stared at the wall before he heard his front door slam. He flinched at the loud noise but couldn't get up. His mom walked in the room.

"I'm having a guy over, don't come out or tell your dad" his drunken mom managed to slur out before wobbling out of his room. He cringed at her words as tears escaped his eyes once again. Why was everything against him? Why him? What did he do in his past life to deserve this pain? All those questions commonly flooded Yoongi's brain. He laid back into his bed before the noises started. His mom and her fling. Disgusting. But he couldn't stop it. He's tried. So he covered his ears and tried to sleep.

It worked for a while before the shouting began. "Guess she didn't sneak her fling out in time" Yoongi thought to himself as he heard his dad's voice echoing through the house. Yoongi looked at the clock.

2:34...

Great... Yoongi sighed realizing he wouldn't be able to sleep anymore so instead he just tried to focus on something else. He grabbed his sketchbook and opened it, only to immediately shut it when seeing the dozens of drawings he made of that one boy he loved oh so dearly. His eyes watered as he replayed the day through his head. He sobbed quietly and pushed everything on his desk off, roughly wiping the tears that ran down his face away. His door swung open for the second time that day.

"your mom's being a whore, do you want to come with me? I'm staying at your grandma's" Yoongi's dad asked in a frustrated voice. Yoongi was about to respond when his mom barged in.

"You are not taking my son! Get the fuck out of my house!" His mom screamed and he flinched.

"It's his decision, and it's not like you're a good role model for him anyways!"

"It's fine dad...I'll stay, you can go" Yoongi said so they would stop fighting. His dad looked at him with pity before giving him a slight nod.

"Call me if you need anything"

"I can help him, just get out" his mom spat.

"I'm going for fucks sake, there's no need to do this in front of him, can't you see how it's affecting him?!" His dad said as he dragged his mom out of the house. Once they were both gone he started sobbing. He didn't know why it hurt so much but it did. He should be used to it but he wasn't. So he did the only thing he could think of. He got out of his chair and walked into his bathroom. The dingey light flickered as he opened the bottom cabinet and pulled out a tiny pack of old razors. He hadn't touched them in forever. He didn't want to have to use them ever again. But it was the only way. The only way to feel something. His only escape. He trembled as he grabbed one, dragging it across his skin with a shaky sigh. He made a few cuts before he heard the front door open and slam once again.

"Shit..." He muttered as he grabbed a washcloth and covered the wound. His bedroom door opened and he hid his arm.

"Go to bed, you need to get up early for school"

"C-can I stay home? Please..." He begged as the tears welled his eyes. His mom saw this and sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Fine, just go to fucking bed, I'm tired of your stupid dad" Yoongi nodded as she left. Once she was gone he quickly rinsed his newly made cuts and looked at them with disappointment. It had been so long.. and he ruined it like it was nothing. He laid down and cried himself to sleep that night. Thinking of Jimin...

This is just a chapter to show why Yoongi is the way he is. A lot of parents don't realize that their actions have an effect on their kids too. Which is what's going on with Yoongi...