Abuse [Yoonmin]

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Jimin and Yoongi, both flinched by the abrupt move done by Mr Park. Jimin's face practically turned to a side by the impact, as he slowly turned towards Mr Park while holding his hand-printed cheek, "D...dad..." He stammered

"Shut up!" Mr Park yelled, "Answer me, did you drink?" He asked, trying to maintain his calm posture afterwards. Jimin knew they was no use hiding, so he just nodded, his shoulders slumping at the thought of consequences he is gonna face

Mr Park's anger blazed, with an another slap landing sharp against Jimin's cheeks, he took heavy steps outside, leaving Yoongi and Jimin inside all alone

Jimin stood there still, his body felt as if it was frozen and glued to the ground. Yoongi darted towards Jimin and cupped his cheeks, his eyes holding a glint of fear and sympathy

Yoongi carresed Jimin's cheeks softly, observing the red painted skin printed by a hand stain, "I...is it... hurting?" Yoongi asked, his eyes getting moist, "I...I'm sorry" he sniffled softly, he knew it's all because he fell that Jimin had gotten these slaps

Jimin stared at Yoongi quietly, his expressions holding none. Yoongi walked into a side and took the first aid kit, taking an ointment and settling it among his fingers, he poured some cream onto his index finger, painting them on Jimin's cheeks with such delicate moves

Jimin's gaze darted around Yoongi's frame, not failing to notice his injuried wrist, red and swollen. His brows furrowed at the sight, he didn't know how Yoongi got that, but he couldn't let it slide at how painful it looked

Time skip

Yoongi sat infront of Mr Park, they both settled inside a room. Mr Park held Yoongi's wrist in his hands, from what he had noticed earlier, "How did you even got this wound?" He asked, his head rose up as he looked at Yoongi, whose expression held onto a pained one

Yoongi remained silence as he kept gaze down, his nose scrunched up in pain and distress that's weighing his chest down. Mr Park waited for an reply, his expression unreadable, "Tell me kiddo"

Yoongi's head rose up slowly, his eyes meeting Mr Park's, "Huu...I..I don't know, Appa" he managed to stammer out, fearing if Mr Park would find out

Mr Park tilted his head, with an brow rose in interrogation, "That's not how it works, Yoongi. You're the one that's hurt, how could you not decipher the causation?" He asked, grasping on the unerring topic

But when he gained nothing other than silence, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, clearly representing his growing worry, "Fine, I will call the doctor then" with that, Yoongi just nodded his head, not daring to utter anything

Soon enough, the doctor arrived, checking Yoongi's wounds as Mr Park stood by his side the whole process, as soon as the treatment concluded, Mr Park faced the doctor with an glint of worry flowing over his face

The doctor looked at him, his eyes holding a series of assurement, lifting off the weigh from his shoulders, "Don't worry Park, he is fine... it's just a minor fracture but I've dressed him up, don't make him move his wrist around. He must've hit his wrist somewhere hard to get this fracture, but he says he is not sure about the source. Take care of him, okay?"

Mr Park nodded, "Well, can you prescribe him some vitamins? He is just in his bones and skin era" he added, making Yoongi avoid them as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, how dare he could just tell the doctor like that?

The doctor nodded, "Hmm, sure. But he's been sick alot lately, I've visited him several times as Jimin called me saying he is sick" hearing the statement, Yoongi's eyes widened in astonishment at the declaration of the doctor

Mr Park, on the other hand, looked at the doctor with his brows furrowed, "Sick?" He repeated the doctor's words, confusion buliding up his mind

The doctor, bliss his soul, nodded as he spoke, "Yeah, take care of him but I'll take my leave now, I'm in a urgent need to perform a surgery" Hearing his words, Mr Park nodded and send off him

Then, returned to Yoongi again, his face expressionless, "What's that, Yoongi?" He questioned, his brows rising in interrogation as he watched Yoongi

He waited a few moments, but silence. A heavy sigh left Mr Park's lips, shifting besides Yoongi in a comforting manner as he spoke, his tone wasn't the same of his expression, it held onto a more serious and determined one, "I'll talk about this with Jimin" he declared firmly, showing no signs of hope to resist them

Yoongi bit his lower lip, trying to conceal his ever-growing anxiety as they washed over him, "Hmm, a..appa" he muttered under his breath, his voice slow and was barely audible, but Mr Park had already took his leave

Time skip

Jimin stood infront of Mr Park, his gaze flickering down as he bit his lip, anxiousness building up his heaved chest, he couldn't meet with the blazing gaze of his own father, feeling too surrendered to his father

"So, explain me Mr. Park Jimin...what has gotten to you?" Mr Park started, his voice filled with scarsm, "Hmm, cat got your tongue? Speak up Park!" He said, his brows rising in interrogation

"Huu., dad...." Jimin stammered, unsure about the reply he had to spit out, anxiety bubbled up his vision, as he stood with his hands tied in back. On the other hand, Mr Park, drifted on the couch, leg over another, holding a menacing mein

Mr Park clicked his tongue, representing his annoyance in a sweet way, "Speak up before I lash this belt on you" he proclaimed. Jimin bit his lips, unsure of what to reply to the demanding question, he wasn't a fan of inquiry, no one inquired him in a way other than his father, but this felt too demanding

"Dad...It wasn't my intention, Mr friends recruited me to drink, and i couldn't protest" Jimin replied gibberly, finding a not so best lie to conceal his filthy shades

Mr Park, stared into Jimin's soul, his eyes stark with disbelief, "Fine," he agreed skeptically, his tone holding incredulity. "Why didn't you inform me anything about Yoongi's recurring sickness?"

That's it. That caught Jimin. Catching him all red-handed, 'how did he...' he mused under his breath