"home"ophobic // namjin

"honestly, no"

"Namjoooooon." I whined. "Don't come."

"But what if I want to meet this special brother of yours." He called out from somewhere in his closet.

"Any deeper and you'll be in Narnia." I mumbled. "He's 12 now. You know how awkward that age is. He probably doesn't even remember me. Or he hates me. I don't know. Ugh. Why can't I stop talking? My mouth muscle broke. Fix it. Fix me. HeL-" Namjoon shoved a hand over my mouth.

I licked his hand.

"Ew. You taste weird."

"Well that's not what you're supposed to be tasting." He winked and went back to Narnia.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket.

"Bye bye Joonie." I called as I closed the door. Did I mention that I was at his house?

I got into my car and drove away before he could catch up with me.

.....................

I knocked on the large wooden door that led to an even larger mansion.

An elderly woman answered.

"H-hi. Is uh Jiyung here?" I stuttered nervously. She smiled sweetly.

"He's upstairs hun." The woman grabbed my arm gently and pulled me upstairs. I froze as she opened the door.

He's right here.

Shit. Nope nope nopity nope.

"Jin hyung?" Fuck.

"Hey." I whispered, waving shyly at my brother. Next thing I knew, he was engulfing me in a huge hug.

"I though you'd never come back for me." He sobbed. "T-they hurt me hyung."

I pulled him back.

"They what....?"

"They beat me and punch me and make fun of me." Jiyung motioned to the elderly woman. "She's the only one who helps me."

"Why'd you leave me hyung?"

My eyes teared up.

"Do you remember dad?" He shook his head no. "Well, he was a nice man. For a while at least. But than he started to beat me. And I didn't even do anything."

Jiyung sighed. "Then why'd he do it?"

"Because mom used to rape me. To make me 'less gay'." Jiyungs eyes widened.

"You're gay?"

"Yes. So hella gay." Jiyung smiled.

"THATS SO COOL!! These people said gays were bad. But now I know for sure that they're not. Because you're not bad."

I patted his head. "Nice to know you live with a bunch of homophobes."

"Hyung? When can you take me home?"

"Technically, I can in a few months. I'll be 18. But I can't." Jiyung frowned.

"Why not?"

"Do you really want to know?" He nodded. "I'm going to kill myself." The elderly lady covered her mouth and ran to my brother.

"Don't say that." She said as she covered his ears.

"He should know why hyung isn't around anymore."

Jiyung tore himself from her grip.

"I'll miss you hyung. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Hello. Are you Kim Seokjin?" A lady asked as she walked in the room. Jiyung snuggled into me.

"Yes why?"

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She smiled coldly. "Wouldn't want to influence your brother."

He whimpered.

"Come here you bitch." She sighed when he didn't move. "Fine." She walked towards me and yanked him from me. She started to walk away, dragging Jiyung behind roughly.

I grabbed her arm and took him back before forcing her into a choke hold.

"I don't care who you are. You will not touch him like that. Do not deny my ability to kill you right now." I released her and turned back to Jiyung.

"I have to go. But I love you."

.....................

"Jimin what do you want?"

"Hyung help me. P-please."

"Jimin what's wrong?"

"Get off the phone, you slut. We're not done yet.

DONT TOUCH ME! JIN HYU-"

The line went dead. Jimin had called me on my way home. But now I wasn't on my way home.

I was on my way to Jimin.

I tracked the call back to Yoongis old house.

"JIMIN!" I yelled out as I burst through the front door.

Shit. I'll fix that later.

"hyung..." someone whimpered from upstairs.

I ran up the stairs and opened all the doors in the hall.

"Holy fuck."

Jimin was tied up. With his hands tied to the ceiling and his feet tied together.

But that wasn't the worst part.

He was naked.

And to the right of him was Hoseok, with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"You said he didn't understand what it felt like to be raped... didn't you hung?" He asked innocently.

"Well now he does."