Abuse [Yoonmin]

12🥀

The morning beam casted through the soft curtains, flickering against Jimin's dim vision, a evident demonstration of his sluggish slumber, he stirred in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering open as his gaze darted around

He slowly pushed himself upright, straightening his spine as he sat straight, resting his back against the headboard

His eyes slowly searched out for Yoongi, who was nowhere to be soon. A small sigh escaped his lips as stood on his feet, shuffling till the bathroom as he got ready to deal with the day

Soon, he reached downstairs, hoping to find Yoongi there. His eyes wandered around, but to his disappointment, Yoongi wasn't imprisoning to his sight.

But he spotted his father there, sitting on the couch with a leg swung over another, newspaper sprawled in the hold of his well-skilled hands as his eyes were fixated to them, his glasses struck on top of his nose

Unknowniest to Jimin, he surrendered himself, walking with such delicate steps inorder to not disturb or provoke his father's anger.

Mr Park, always an dignified and perfectionist man, looks forward to dignity and honor from any spark of everything possible, a well known and successful business man, a main shareholder into various fields,

But despite everything, he held an wholesome power of strictness and restrictions with Jimin, which had only caused the young boy to be more of a brat than clutching onto obedience

Jimin, stood by the end of the railings of the stairs, eyes still darting around trying to get a glimpse of Yoongi, finally, after a desperate search, he spotted Yoongi inside the kitchen, rolling some utensils

Jimin was sure Mr Park would never tell Yoongi to do the chores, so it should be him pushing himself to do work

Mr Park, discerned Jimin's presence as his eyes rose up to confirm, his lips crept into a small smile as he watched Jimin, sensing his eyes were fixated onto Yoongi's figure in the kitchen, gwaking at him for too long.

In the midst of everything, Mr Park felt something fishy, something that's wrong even beneath his firm hold, he wasn't sure about the relationship between his son and Yoongi, he had known Yoongi for over a long time, he knows everything about him, except his married life with his son

However, he couldn't shrug it off at how demanding it was to not be aware of anything, he just wanted to lend them both privacy, time for them to collect and paste their lives together in a bind, but, did it even went competently?

He had been perceiving the tension between them both, the silence and akward talks infront of him, their stammers while being mentioned about each, all held Mr Park's supposition stiff. Was they feigning it so far? Or was it just him that making them shrivel?

On the other hand, it was Jimin, unaware of his father's unwavering thoughts of their married life, he stood still as if his feet were glued. However, Yoongi walked into the living room, holding a tray with two coffee cups hovered over the flat surface of pingan

He offered an cup to Mr Park, who took it gladly. Then it was Jimin's turn, Yoongi walked upto him and kept the cup infront of his vision, Jimin's hands voluntarily darted towards the cup as he grasped in the handle, watching as Yoongi again vanish into the air

Jimin couldn't brush off the weird feeling that weighed his shoulders, his shoulders felt slumped at the moment, he couldn't quite decipher his own emotions that lumped against his throat, he felt a hint of hindrance drifting away progressively, replaced with a desperate longing for something

Time skip

Mr Park stood against the railing of the balcony, his arms resting against the cold metal as his sharply stared at Jimin, who was infront of him, his muscles stiff infront of his father who had got him shrivel

"Huu., look, Jimin..." Mr Park started, drifting his side to Jimin, facing him in a straight posture, "I wanted to talk about this for a long time, is things going well with you guys? I don't wanna interfere but you know me, right? I just wanted it for the best of you guys"

He continued further, looking straight into Jimin's eyes as he leaned in a bit further, cupping Jimin's face, "Just... don't hurt him, okay? He had gone through alot, I've got him married to you just because I couldn't put him in that hell again. He might look tough, but he is just a delicate and soft petal, hiding all his sadness...I don't wanna talk about this, but I don't feel right, Jimin."

Jimin, remained silence, he couldn't quite decipher what Mr Park is trying to convey, his mind could only replay the words, 'gone through alot' 'delicate petal' 'dont hurt him'

His hands automatically drawed towards Mr Park's hands as he slowly drifted them off from his face, his eyes now meeting Mr Park's, "I will, dad." He promised, just to get it be broken by no time

Haha, I Said I was busy with studies but my mind is too hazy for studying any stupid stuff!🤧