Dis be some edgy ass shit ya'll better prepare yourselves
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Jimin and Yoongi sat at their small dining table eating in silence like they usually did. He couldn't remember why he'd said yes to living with Yoongi. How he'd been so blind. He was drunk on love, fresh and young and stupid. He'd been seventeen when he'd graduated with Yoongi already being in university and he'd moved in with him to be closer to his two year boyfriend.
But he'd soon regretted it about a month after. It started nice; waking up with each other, eating breakfast together, watching TV and reading at night. But then . . . Jimin had put a blue sock in the laundry load of whites and ruined one of Yoongi's shirts.
His first experience with verbal abuse. He'd shrugged it off, saying it was just him having a bad day and being frustrated and stressed.
Then Yoongi had hit him. It was for burning dinner on accident. A year later, Jimin was always covered in bruises. He had a bag packed in their closet that he always thought about grabbing and just leaving the hell he was living in but then Jimin would come home to dinner already made and Yoongi challenging him to video games and he'd fall in love all over again.
He looked up at Yoongi who was picking at his salad. Jimin tried smiling. "How was work, Yoongi-ah?"
Yoongi shrugged. "Alright, I guess." he muttered.
Jimin winced but held strong. "We just got a new shipment of records at the shop. You could get one on sale." he said grinning. Yoongi and Jimin had a lovely old record player in their living room and Yoongi loved records.
"Cool." he responded.
Jimin looked down at his rice. "We could go tomorrow, pick out a nice one and maybe go out to dinner -"
"I have a test coming up. I need to study tomorrow night." snapped Yoongi. Jimin's chest started hurting.
"Right. I forgot." mumbled Jimin.
Yoongi scoffed. "I'm not surprised."
Jimin looked up. "What?"
"I said I'm not surprised you forgot. You never seem to remember anything anyway." grumbled Yoongi. Jimin gripped his chopsticks.
"I-I'll try better to remember, yeobo." smiled Jimin.
"Don't call me that." growled Yoongi. Jimin's face hid his kicked puppy emotion.
"B-But you're my boyfriend -"
"Is that what I am?" said Yoongi, looking up.
"Of course." smiled Jimin, his throat closing.
"You don't treat me like one." said Yoongi.
"How -"
Yoongi threw his chopsticks on the table. "When was the last time you cleaned this place, huh?"
Jimin flinched. "Yoongi, I clean every Saturday."
Yoongi seemed a bit taken back but still rolled his eyes. "And sex. We haven't had sex in weeks."
"You've been working, I thought you'd be too tired -"
"Or maybe you just don't like having sex with me. Is that it? Am I not good?" asked Yoongi. He was picking a fight and Jimin was already shaking, knowing what was going to come if he didn't stop this.
"No, darling you're great I just -"
"Stop. Just stop. And do the dishes, I'm taking a shower." he snapped and stood up, purposefully knocking his chair over in the process. Jimin stood up and grabbed his wrist.
