son, my son ↯ bts

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seokjin tilts his head, remarking the red fingermarks welcome amongst the other, less obvious bruises on his skin. some are burns, some are smacks, and others are imprints like these new ones, but all caused by the same person.

the seokjin in the mirror smirks at him. "so you got abused again, huh? what a surprise."  the seokjin in the mirror points to the deathly pale contrast of his face to the dark, sunken shadows underneath his eyes. "and the stress is getting worse. wow. i'm shocked."

"shut up." seokjin growls to himself, throwing water at the mirror before leaving the bathroom.

*

"good morning, my son." seokjin smiles falsely at jimin, who saunters in, wearing nothing but boxers.

"good morning, mother. i see you are in a better mood." he says, winking. he sits at the table and pours himself a bowl of milk and cereal.

seokjin turns his head and watches the sunlight glint off the kitchen utensils with a sudden fury in his stomach.

"jimin, my son." he says suddenly, (there is bile in his mouth from just uttering his name) sitting next to him. his hand hesitates, but it pats his head.

jimin, out of nowhere, purrs in happiness and pushes his head against seokjin's hand.

"uh," seokjin is clearly weirded out by this motion, but proceeds to continue rubbing his head, "i wanted to talk to you. about your... methods."

"methods?" jimin says, still distracted.

"um, yeah. your ways of... disciplining."

"oh." jimin says. he pulls away from seokjin's hand and raises his eyebrow.
"i can think of much more adventurous ways, if you're not satisfied."

seokjin shivers in disgust. "no, i'm fine with the ones we have." he lies. "it's just..."

seokjin unbuttons his shirt and reveals his unjust collection of finger marks, burns, bruises, and scabs that litter all over his pale skin. seokjin looks up, whereas jimin's eyes are focused on his skin.

"i know you love me. and that you want the best. but maybe your methods are too harsh."

jimin looks up. and licks his lips.

"hmm. fine. i'll stop." but his eyes harden. "i'll stop the methods i'm using now. but maybe you'll regret this conversation. i have much more ideas ahead."

seokjin flinches, immediately buttoning his shirt again and moving far, far away from jimin. "uh, sure. just don't do that. okay?"

"fine, mother." jimin says, smiling. "i'll co-operate. for now."