Abuse [Yoonmin]

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Without sparing him a chance to speak, Mr Park continued, "And, what about the injury of his wrist? And about the several bruises on his body? You thought I wouldn't notice, huh? The bruises seemed unusual, but I didn't knew the source so I remained silence, but witnessing the new injury, I couldn't deny it more. Spit out the truth by yourself before I make it more complicated"

Jimin gulped down his guts, out of sudden, he felt as if he went mute. His feet felt glued tight to the cold floor, sending a freezing impact through his spine, his muscles getting stiff at the thought of getting caught by his father

"Speak up Park!" He yelled, jolting Jimin in the progress

"I...." Jimin drawled, deviating his gaze upwards as his eyes faced Mr Park's precise ones, "I don't like him, dad"

Mr Park frowned, confusion reflecting in his eyes, "What?" He inquired, unsure of the reply he got

Jimin, took a deep breath, his face holding a neutral expression as he spoke, "I don't want him, dad. I don't love him, he isn't the one for me"

"And?" Mr Park questioned, making Jimin frown, "So, what did you do with him just cause you don't love him?"

This time, again, silence.

Jimin didn't knew what to reply with, his father's gaze making him shrivel to his end point, unknowniest to him, he might start blabbering all the truth untold

"Answer me!" Mr Park yelled, voice blazed with anger as he slammed his fist on the table nearby, breaking the glass sculpture, he was never a fan of silence as answers, and Jimin was triggering it to a large extent

The air hung heavy, a tight lump knotted in Jimin's throat, tieing his tongue beneath anything. After a brief moment of silence, Jimin broke their unhealthy coexistence, "I abused him"

That's it.

SLAP

A tight slap flung on Jimin's cheeks, the air, which was once heavy, now felt suffocating. The sharp sound echoed across the room, loud enough to drag Yoongi there

Yoongi stood against the door, hesitatent to step in as he eyed their positions, "A...appa?"

Jimin, stood there froze, holding his cheeks which had a hand printed, the pain lingering in his skin as he logged, trying to process everything

Mr Park, on the other hand, stood infront of Jimin, gritting his teeth, his anger a blazing fire

Yoongi, barely even discerning anything that's around him, spoke in a quiet tone, "Appa...what's wrong?"

But no one answered, his expectant answer replaced by dead silence, the two bodies standing still, no one budging

After a brief moment of silence, Yoongi took small steps towards Jimin. As Yoongi stood infront of him, his eyes met with Yoongi's, desperately searching for something, undeniable and uncontrollable

Yoongi's fingers brushed against Jimin's hands, drifting them off his cheeks as he noticed the red skin of his cheeks. "W..what happened...?" He choked out, his voice laced with concern amd fear, feeling Jimin's gaze fallin upon him

Mr Park, not being able to digest the scene, grasped Yoongi's wrist in a hast and dragged him out, leaving Jimin all alone, quiet.

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Mr Park slammed Yoongi inside the room, dragging his feet along as he settled on a nearby couch, his gaze reflecting pure hatred and anger. Yoongi stood there, too bewildered by their demanding mein

"So?" Mr Park started, his voice ice cold, freezing Yoongi's spine, "Is this what you guys are hiding from me? He abused you, isn't he? And he hid it from me" he spoke, his voice flat as he continued, "but you've disappointed me, Yoongi.

You played so well, hiding the abuse you've gone through, just because you didn't want your husband to face my anger. How? How come you can think of fooling me? I'm now your father-in-law, practically a father in your case, huh." He spoke, his voice tight with disappointment.

Yoongi stood there silent, guilt flooding through his mind, but he couldn't fight back, he was stuck between the love for his husband and the gratitude for Mr Park

Earning no response, Mr Park continued, "I thought you trusted me, but now I realise you just feigned it. But, afterall, I've put you in this hallow, I should fix it. Were you just thinking it of a response of gratitude in case of marrying my son?

I heavily doubt it. Huu, whatever. Now," He trailed off, his gaze deviating back to Yoongi, fixating his on Yoongi's ones. Mr Park didn't expect it, really, he couldn't believe that the whole marriage thing was a outcome of flop

Yoongi stood there, his fingers involuntarily finding it's way down to the hem of his shirt, biting his lower lip slowly as he tried to remain calm, however he couldn't help it

"Tell me," Mr Park spoke again, his voice thick, "Did he forced you sexually?"

That caught Yoongi off gaurd, a tight lump stood in his guts, but he was determined to spit out an answer. He didn't wanted to do this, even though his heart hammered against his ribs to blabber out the truth, he stood stubborn "N..no....appa"

Mr Park kept silent, then sighed in utter disappointment and frustration, "Don't veil it up, Yoongi. I can get you to the doctor's right away and take whatever the information I want"

Yoongi froze, that was true, he couldn't veil it up anymore, the truth untold, was now broken. The thin sheild of ice he build had been broken, finally, he gave in,

"Y..yes" he choked out, his voice utterly low as he shut his eyes tight, his heart hammering against his ribs in a unhealthy rhythm, unwanted picturing flashed across his shut vision, fearing what would happen next

After a tensing moment of silence, a sharp thud echoed throughout the sterile walls. Mr Park, who had just slammed his fist on the table, spoke with anger, "Knew it!"