Abuse [Yoonmin]

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It was past mid-night, Yoongi was already fast asleep on the couch, waiting for Jimin who was out with his friends, Mr Park had asked him to sleep but his stubborn ass refused so

With a knock on the oak door placed as a entrance, Yoongi's sleep deprived from the knock, being an light sleeper he is. His feet deposited on the ice cold floor, sending an spine chilling jolt

Yoongi dragged his feet to the door as his palm grasped onto the knob, his hold soft yet firm, twisting them in a swift mein as it opened, revealing a drunk Jimin, the heavy strench of the alcohol filled Yoongi's nostrils, making him feel nauseas at that sudden impact of the strong strench

Jimin stood against the door, his top buttons undone in an curt manner, his forehead and hairs damp from the sweating, for some unreasonable cast, he held onto his one shoe on a hand while another was safely tucked onto his foot

Before Yoongi could make any move, Jimin pushed him hard against the wall, -dropping the shoe on the floor, locking him beneath the dominating hold. Yoongi's breathe hitched from the sudden impact, he had hit his shoulder straight onto the wall strong, a silent whimper escaped Yoongi's lips as he tried coping with the pain

Jimin let out a evilish chuckle, his fingers tracing the lines of Yoongi's perfect jaw, he leaned a bit closer, dizzy from the impact of the excessive alcohol consumed.

His lips found a it's way onto Yoongi's collorbone, licking in a delicate manner sending shivers down Yoongi's spine as he tried to speak up, "J...Jimin..." He stammered, unable to form words as his hands involuntarily grasped Jimin's shoulders

Jimin's moves became aggressive as he progressed, he grabbed Yoongi's wrists and slammed them hard against the wall behind his back, making Yoongi wince from the impact as his wrists got red and bruised, his carpal bones throbbing

Out of sudden, Jimin's teeth latched onto his neck, licking and biting the flesh beneath. Yoongi tried to keep his whimpers as low as he can, not wanting to wake Mr Park who was next door

Jimin released his stiff hands from gripping onto Yoongi's wrists, instantaneously grabbing his waist in a toxicating possessive mein, their body collided from the impact, the atmosphere thick with tension

Yoongi's breathing got uneven, feeling suffocated by Jimin's toxicating strench of alcohol, he tried to push Jimin off in defiance, -acknowledging that he is drunk and isn't in right senses, but Jimin was too much for his strength

A unfamiliar weight settled upon Yoongi's chest, leaving him breathless beneath Jimin's dominating hold. Jimin didn't even bother to be mobiled a bit by Yoongi's arms, stood firm hovering over his small frame

"J... Jimin...Stop.." Yoongi stammered, the strench of alcohol was suffocating, choking him. Jimin, being sedated by the alcohol, couldn't quite decipher anything, but the effect of excess alcohol took a toll on him, making him feel a bit light-headed as he slowly lost consciousness is Yoongi's shoulder

Yoongi, who's eyes were shut tight, fluttered open as they darted towards Jimin's limp body rested against his own, his whole weight Nestled against Yoongi's frame.

A small sigh escaped his lips as he him unconscious, a resemblance of relief, his eyes involuntarily Welled up with tears, threatening to fall in no time, his body still stood shaking under Jimin's influence as he tried to resilience his breathing

The air hung heavy with unspoken tension, Yoongi stood there still, trying to recollect himself as Jimin's limp frame still rested onto his.

Time skip

As the next day rose, Jimin eyelids fluttered open, hoping to get a better view but his mind went hazy, his head throbbing as his muscles ached. When he took a closer look of surroundings, he found himself nestled in the couch, his undone buttons now done with any complaints

He rubbed his temples harshly, hoping to be get rid of the pain that's pounding against his head

He sat still for a moment, trying to recollect the memories of last night, right when his turned to a side, he found himself frozen when he saw his father walking down the stairs, his expression Fierce as if he was frustrated, clearly engrossed in an call

What if his father saw him? That too, all in this mess? No...no, Jimin deliberately slumped against the cold floor, crawling fast as he could inorder to not get caught, when he catched a glimpse of the kitchen, he stood in a hast cast on his feet and ran inside

He observed as Mr Park sat on the couch, his expression holding a series of Fierce as he was fixated on the call. Jimin stood still, hoping his father would walk away instead of glueing his ass onto the couch so far

In the meantime, Jimin noticed Yoongi walking downstairs, his Oversized shirt pooling over his thin frame, his face looking pale and sick, and bony as he was

Yoongi is the only one who could help him throughout this maelstrom, he had gotten himself in a trouble and none could give him redemption, he was an obvious jerk for drinking, thinking a small amount wouldn't make much impact, just to get himself lost by the enticing sedation of alcohol and ended up getting drunk then he was ever meant to be

No negotiation nor benevolence can stand against Mr Park if he got to know that Jimin drank

When Yoongi was about to enter, a hand quickly grasped onto his wrist and pulled him inside, wincing from the pain as the grip fell too harsh on his injuried wrist. It was Jimin, who had pulled him inside that their chests collided with Jimin leaning his back against the wall

Yoongi's breathe hitched when his eyes met with Jimin, "Ji..Jimi-" he stammered, but his voice trailed off being muffled by Jimin's hands settling on his mouth, preventing him from talking further

"Shh.., be silent!" Jimin shushed him, frantically searching for any evident for his father's presence there, when he knew he was clear, his gaze deviated back to Yoongi with an calm cast

The weigh on his shoulders still stood stiff and persistent, but his heart had stopped running a marathon, "huu, can you get him anywhere....away? He is gonna kill me if he got to know I'm drunk" He spoke, his hands falling down from holding onto Yoongi's mouth

Yoongi blinked at him, his movements hazy, "H-huh...? Wh- agrh!" His words were cut off by a soft groan slipping his lips, feeling his wrists gripped by Jimin harshly, squeezing right against his carpal bones

Jimin slammed his palm against Yoongi's mouth inorder to keep himself safe, he shifted a bit inside but luck wasn't giving him a hand at all. Yoongi stumbled upon his own feet and fell upon the floor with Jimin hovered over him, locked under his still alcohol smelling body

The vessels, being disturbed from their peaceful coexistence, stumbled upon the floor, dispersed in multiple directions causing abrupt noises, which had caught Mr Park's attention in a swift

Mr Park cutted the call and walked into the kitchen, curiosity and worry building up his chest as he took heavy steps inside, being interrupted by the sight of scattered vessels around Yoongi and Jimin, who were practically fallen to the ground with Jimin on top of Yoongi

But to Jimin's luck, Mr Park smelled something different, too foreign at his house, but it didn't took him long to realise it was alcohol

His eyes blazed with anger at the appal realisation, he watched as Jimin straighten his spine as he settled on his feet, facing him. Without a word, he leaned forward and helped Yoongi to stand up, noticing how Yoongi hissed upon a touch laid on his wrist, his face etched with concern but his whole attention was surrendered to Jimin's messy frame

"Jimin, did you drank?" Mr Park asked, his voice firm and precise, eyes blazing with anger. Jimin stood there silent, feeling frightened under Mr Park's precise gaze, he knew he had pulled himself into a hollow of trouble, but now, he isn't ready to face the consequences

SLAP

Observing Jimin's silent, Mr Park didn't even have a second thought before slapping him hard against his cheeks