Money. Parent. Lies.
"You've got some nerve, you brat."
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Jimin stepped out of the car as his driver opened the door for him. He shrugged his shoulders and beckoned the driver to open the house doors, his hands far too lazy and much too cold to peel themselves away from the warmth of his pockets. A loud click sounded as the driver turned the brass key in the keyhole and Jimin pushed into his enormous house.
"Master Jimin, welcome home."
The house butler, Miles, extended Jimin with a warm smile as he turned from dusting the China vase at the center of the waiting area. Jimin nodded sluggishly and pat Miles on the shoulder. He was close to the only person in the house that ever showed Jimin compassion and raised him up properly. Though he was old, Miles never once complained of his work getting harder for him day by day. The red head made his way to the kitchen and soon regretted it after seeing other people in there — namely his parents.
"There isn't a need to talk to him about it, its not like he's never done this before-"
"Kenna, its a hospital bill. And isn't it such a surprise, you're sober."
"I could say the same for you, at this hour, without a whore in your arms?"
He stood at the fridge and rolled his eyes at his parents and loudly opening it, startling the two of them. With one hand he snatched a beer and with the other he picked a plate of sushi that looked a day old before kicking the door close and earning some grunts of disapproval from his father.
"You're back," mumbled Jimin's father.
"How perceptive of you, father."
[a/n: ooo sassy Jim]
Kenna, sensing an argument coming along, was quick to retreat with a bottle of her own. She didn't so much as pat her son on the shoulder before leaving without saying a word. Jimin sighed as he watched his mother leave him for dead, but she was never really much help anyway.
"Tell me, my son. Why do I come home to find a large sum deducted from my account by the name of a hospital. You look perfectly well so you'd better have a bloody good reason."
Jimin popped the cap of his beer open and chugged it down quickly. Unwrapping the tray hastily Jimin began to shove sushi pieces into his mouth quicker than you could drink a cup of water. He paid no attention to his father, purposely fueling his father's wrath by keeping him waiting for a response.
The subtle sound of his father cracking his knuckles told Jimin the games were over. He turned to face his father and wore his best look of disinterest and arrogance. He was rather good at appearances like that.
"I was helping a friend, I found him beat up on the street," Jimin mumbled before shifting his glance from his father's frown to the kitchen window. There was an alley cat just outside and it was eyeing the bird from afar, strategizing a means of attacking.
"If I find out this friend of yours is another one of your play things," he paused just enough for his son to stare back at him, "I'll see to it you two never see each other again. I won't have this sort of blasphemic behaviour."
The cat pounced and the bird ceased to breathe again.
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"Its not like I wanted to be beat up!" Yoongi yelled as his parents both stood at the door of his hospital room. They had come to take him back. Back to that hell.
The blonde boy's mother raced to him in worry, ignoring his father's earlier statement. Her priority was her son. She placed a hand on Yoongi's jaw but all he could do was flinch away in pain, both physically and emotionally. He looked away from his mother and to the man at the door, "Bill's been paid, so you can cut the act."
"Oh yeah? And what kind of bastard would pay hospital fees for vermin like you?"
"Shigure, please," Yoongi heard the soft plea escape his mother's lips as she trembled slightly before turning to him. Yoongi wish he could just stand up to this man — this monster. He noticed her eyes beginning to tear up, probably due to the fear she felt for her son as well as herself.
"I'm sorry. This won't happen again. Let's just get back and have a meal, call it a day. The boys must be starving back at home. C'mon, dad."
Shigure's shoulders slouched back down and he made a soft grunt, clearly going easy on Yoongi after being called a dad. Yoongi's mom helped pack the rest of his belongings before the three of them drove back to the shabby house.
Things just weren't right with this family.
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daddyjimin: Hey, how're you holding up?
sugafree : I'm doing great, just got released and I'm back in my house. Feels good to be back.
Jimin stared at that message for a few minutes, wondering if it was just him or if Min Yoongi seemed to be forcing his words.
sugafree: What about you? Are your parents okay about the hospital bill??
daddyjimin: Yeah totally, he was glad I was helping a friend out. :)
sugafree: Woah there I didn't know we were friends
daddyjimin: You're right, I forgot the 'with benefits' part
sugafree: Piss off, Park.
daddyjimin: ;) See you at school tomorrow, Min Suga
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a/n: I have a plan. Let's pray and hope my brain allows for the execution of it. If you enjoyed the story I would be ecstatic if you could drop me a like! ^^
