Six Evil Step Brothers - Yoongi X Jungkook- Yoonkook

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The following day, Yoongi trudged to school, his body weary and his spirit battered. The routine was relentless—Taehyung and Jimin bullied him mercilessly in class, and Minho and his gang beat him up whenever they found the opportunity. It was a cycle of torment that seemed never-ending.

After school, Yoongi found solace in the bar where he worked. The employees there were kind, and for a brief moment, he felt safe. The atmosphere was a stark contrast to the hell he faced daily. As the evening wore on, he gathered the courage to approach Eunwoo.

"Eunwoo, can I stay here for the night?" Yoongi asked hesitantly, his eyes pleading.

Eunwoo's expression softened, but he shook his head. "Yoongi, are you crazy? A bar is clearly not a place for a kid like you. Go home. There is no way I can let you stay here after 10 pm. You don't know how wild things can get."

Eunwoo was right, but he didn't know Yoongi's situation. The words stung, but Yoongi couldn't bring himself to explain everything to his boss. He had only just started working there and didn't want to be a burden.

With a heavy heart, Yoongi left the bar and returned to his single room in the backyard of the mansion. The memory of the intruder from the previous night haunted him, and he couldn't shake the fear that someone might come again. His body trembled as he sat by the door, clutching a knife for protection.

As exhaustion began to take hold, Yoongi's eyes grew heavy, but he was too scared to fall asleep. Desperation clawed at him, and in a moment of madness, he took the knife and made a small cut on his arm. The pain jolted him awake, but it did nothing to alleviate the fear.

"I can't do this," he whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face. The pain, both physical and emotional, was overwhelming. He felt like he was going crazy, his mind and body pushed to their limits.

In a desperate attempt to stay awake, he cut himself a few more times. Each slice brought a brief, agonizing clarity, but it was a temporary fix. He was coughing and breathing hard, his asthma exacerbated by the stress and pain. He knew he would get a fever soon.

As the hours dragged on, Yoongi cursed under his breath, his tears never ceasing. When the first light of dawn broke through the darkness, he stood up, his body shaking from the effort. He had only one thought in his mind—to go to the only person who had shown him kindness.

It was about 5:30 am, and Eunwoo was closing the bar when he heard a knock at the back door. The door used by employees. Puzzled, he went to open it, and his heart nearly stopped at the sight before him.

Yoongi stood there, covered in blood, his face pale and his body swaying. He looked up at Eunwoo with haunted eyes, and as soon as he saw the familiar face, he collapsed, fainting from the sheer exhaustion and blood loss.

"Yoongi!" Eunwoo shouted, catching the boy before he hit the ground. Panic surged through him as he checked for a pulse, relieved to find it, but it was weak. He quickly brought Yoongi inside and laid him on a couch, trying to assess the extent of his injuries.

"Hang in there, kid," Eunwoo murmured, his voice trembling. He grabbed a first aid kit and started to clean and bandage the cuts on Yoongi's arms. The sight of so much blood made his stomach churn, but he focused on the task at hand.

As he worked, Yoongi's breaths came in shallow gasps, his body shivering with fever. Eunwoo ran a hand through his hair, cursing himself for not seeing the signs earlier. He knew he had to get Yoongi to a hospital, but he was scared the authorities might get involved, making Yoongi's life even more complicated.

For now, all he could do was try to stabilize Yoongi and keep him safe. As the sun rose higher, casting a warm glow into the room, Eunwoo sat by Yoongi's side, his heart heavy with worry. He hoped that the boy would wake up soon, and when he did, he would be there to help him, no matter what.