"home"ophobic // namjin

"grandpa"

Dear Yoongi,

"Alright fuckers. Ready for the best campfire story of the night?"

Watch your mouth, you horny bastard. Oh and I doubt this will be the best story.

Everyone seated around the campfire nodded. Some because they were to tired to talk, others because they had their face stuffed with smores.

*cough* Tae *cough*

I know we've had issues in the past. I know I caught you doing some thing to yourself. I know you probably hate me.

But I don't care.

You're so talented and despite what others say, you're actually quite fun to be around.

I hope that after I leave you'll be happier. Maybe even pursue that rapping career.

Live in a huge house, with little Jiminie. Being happy.

You dislike my presence. I know you do. I doubt you'll ever read this. Too happy or annoyed to read it.

You have a gift and you almost lost your life thinking you didn't deserve it.

Don't do what I'm going too.

Don't hate me please.

I really love you (in the most platonic way possible)

From: Jin

When Yoongi first came to Seoul, I had the biggest crush on him.

I wondered where he disappeared too everyday. So I decided to follow him.

Which was a stupid idea.

I found his dad beating him. And then I saw him cut himself.

It got worse and I kept watching.

Until one day, he tried to kill himself. I rushed in to help and ultimately made it worse.

His dads in jail now, but now he hates me. We've never really gotten along since that.

It's not like we're at each others throats but we just don't click anymore.

I sighed. The nostalgia was kicking in. I remember last time I was at a campfire. I was seven. I was with my mom. My real mom. NOT the one she is now.

that was the first time.

I didn't know what was happening. But I remember all of it.

The s'more crushed between us. The roots digging in my back. The fire was centimeters away.

I felt like dying.

But I lived, and I learned to love despite the pain.

"Hey guys?" Jimin called, breaking me from my thoughts. "Wanna hear a joke?"

Everyone nodded once again.

"Oh. I was gonna tell you a rape joke." I cringed. "But it seemed to forced."

The three youngest giggled. Yoongi smirked.

I just felt like I had been slapped.

"Aw come on Jin. Lighten up." Yoongi said with a smile.

Keep it together Jin.

Tears formed in my eyes. Like a dam, they were just waiting to fall.

Fucking fag is too emotional.

"I-I... no. That's not funny. Jimin. Don't joke about that," Jimin stayed giggling. "Please."

Silence.

"It wasn't that big of a deal hyung." Jimin mumbled looking like a hurt puppy. Yoongi went over and hugged him.

"Yah Jin. Chill. Just a joke."

Calm down.

The tears flowed freely now.

"God. We knew you couldn't take a joke but damn." Yoongi scoffed, Jimin cracked a smile.

Two days clean.  Let's not make it none.

"Fuck it. I don't care. Laugh about it. But once you've experienced being raped. Come talk to me and joke about it." I stood up. "Because once you've experienced it, it becomes not. fucking. funny." I walked away from the campfire.

I always bring a spare razor.

I smiled at the thought. I don't care if I looked crazy.

I didn't care about anything.

3rd person POV:
"Jin hyung.... has been raped?" Jimin choked out. Everyone was still in shock.

Some were catching on.

"He was writing letters to us." Kookie muttered only to Tae.

Suicide.

"Fuck. I have to go talk to him." Tae jumped up. "JIN HYUNG DONT." He called as he ran to catch up with the brown haired male.

"What. Just. Happened." Namjoon whispered, shaking his head. Yoongi just laughed.

He deserves it.

"Why would someone do that to him?" Namjoon whispered more urgently.

Why would they hurt someone so precious?

"Maybe he'll get over it." Jimin shrugged.

Never much fun anyway..... what am I saying. I would die without Jin hyung.

As the other sat there quietly, Jin was a mess. A bloody, cut up, fucked up mess.

Tae couldn't get there in time to stop him.

At least that's what he thought.

"HYUNG!" Tae's eyes widened in shock- or maybe fear.

"I didn't know I could've helped. Why didn't you tell us?" Taehyung spoke, as he held back his tears. He rushed over. Just as he was about to touch the deep scratches-

Jin woke up.

Everything had really happened.

Jimin made the joke.

He cut his arms.

Except, in reality, he just brushed off the joke.

He didn't say anything.

He waited until everyone went to sleep and cleaned up the campfire.

As of now; 6 hours clean.

No one knew.

At least he hoped.

Only a few more notes.

Than I'll tell you guys everything.