Abuse [Yoonmin]

17🥀

Yoongi sat there on a swing, the night had already fell, but he was still drowned into his chain of thoughts that bore stronger than any steel. The spine-chilling breeze continually crashing against his skin, but that didn't seemed to make any effect

His mind was clouded with deep thinkings, unconsciously biting his nails in the progress, his chest felt uncomfortably heavy with the decisions he had to make, which surely was connected to his happiness.

The smell of thick fog of the winter season hitting his nostrils was making him sneeze occasionally. The time ticked in as if it's a race, but Yoongi didn't seemed to look after anything

For now, his mind was only concerned towards a single thought, whether he should divorce Jimin or not. However, one side of him was desperate to leave Jimin, the other side was reluctant

Maybe, he could give some time, maybe, if that could heal every misfortune, maybe, if he could just foresighten the future with a machine or something

However, their relationship is not broken, to be more accentuate, it isn't even a relationship, just a infuriating knot of lives in the name of marriage. The longing hopes and desires was still fresh, tugging his heart in anyway possible

A part of him was longing for Jimin, a bit of love from his husband feels enough, don't he deserves that? Don't he deserve to be cherished and loved? Afterall, that's all he was asking for.

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

The time faded into midnight, the atmosphere silent and feather-weighted, only spried by the clicking of crickets. Yoongi, bless his soul, peacefully slept still on the swing, unaware of his surroundings as well

Just then, Jimin walked in, his steps heavy and distant, his hands Concealed by the fabric of his pant pockets as he hung his head low, his expression devoid of any emotions that he was experiencing from the inside

He took a seat infront of Yoongi, watching his petite frame rested against the swing, huddled up and cozy by looks. The cool Breeze a continual rationale of erodation to his hair and the clothes that was pooling over his body

Jimin sat there, his elbows rested on his thighs, and his fingers draping over his face scarcely. He continued to scrutinize Yoongi, noting the intricacies which he had studied eternities ago

While his eyes continued drooling over Yoongi, his mind raced with thoughts that contrasts his actions, Mr Park's words Stung still like a bee's sting, a sharp one that he was unsure about feeling

He couldn't dare to loose Yoongi, even if he wanted to, his heart always ran towards this little witch who must have performed a practical witchery on him, basically lured and infatuated

But in a simultaneous way, he couldn't afford a life intertwined with Yoongi, he just couldn't, Yoongi was a gold digger-that's what he thought, a cheat who have played witchery on his father to mine the riches

In his eyes, Yoongi was a cheat, a indigestible one to claim as his. But did he ever expected to realise he was a total stupid to neglect the factual truths?

He had hurted Yoongi enough, gave him enough punishment, and enough affliction for anything that he didn't took a part to do with. But Jimin was curtly blinded, his kindness enclosed by his coldness and anger

And, Mr Park, another stupid who has a great part of sin committed with the miserable life of Yoongi, was another strong reason for the abuse he was recieving

He had binded them into a marriage filled with incompleted expectations and overflowing misunderstandings.

Jimin sat there still, his eyes not daring to tear away from Yoongi's sleeping frame. The time crawled, each moment pressing hard against Jimin as his thoughts overflowed, unable to hold them together

Unknowniest to him, his eyes went moist, but he sat there, without caring to acknowledge anything

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷── .✦

As the time passed, the dawn veiled by the blissful morning sunlight, filtering through the translucent curtains of Yoongi's room, the soft glow of sunlight streamed against Yoongi's face, waking him up from his slumber

He sat upright, trying to get rid of the sleepiness lingering

But then, he noticed, he was on a soft and comfortable fabric, as if he was lifted, a strange contrast to the place where he was sleeping earlier

He was on his bed.

He frowned, his brows narrowing in confusion, who made him lay here? But he shrugged it off, brushing off it and moving forward to face the day.

ೃ⁀➷☄. *. ⋆╰┈➤

Jimin stood against the railings of the stairs, Mr Park had gone out-unfortunately, he watched Yoongi writing something on a diary, comfortably seated on the couch

However, Jimin's eyes held no emotions, but his thoughts said otherwise

His mind was occupied by reasonable thoughts, everything time his eyes darted around Yoongi, it stirred something within him, not the usual hints of lechery but something new, unusual and uncomfortable

The feelings were overwhelming, but he couldn't afford to show it. being bad at understanding his own feelings, it felt like a hard maths equation to solve

Jimin stood there, silently witnessing Yoongi's every moves, in the meantime, he couldn't help but feel a little... vulnerable?

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Ok, too much feelings unfolding😌 but the best is yet to come!❤️