coffee; k.th [ON HOLD]

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THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.

Tears won't stop flowing from Yoongi's pale face. He's been wiping them with his long sleeves for minutes, yet his eyes refused to stop shedding.

Stop crying! You're not a little kid anymore! Why are you like this?!

Those words kept playing inside his head like an unwanted mantra. He hates himself even more when his own dad told him that when he was 14.

Crash.

Yoongi fell off his bike and the concrete floor cut his knee deep. His arms were covered in long cuts and blood was oozing from all those cuts.

A pool of blood was formed. He started crying.

"Yoongi! What happened?" His mother came rushing to him barefoot. She instantly kneeled in front of him and wiped his tears with her delicate fingers.

"Mom, I'm sor-"

"Yoonji! Please grab the box near the shelves!" His mom shouted loud enough for the whole house to hear. Yoongi's sister, Yoonji, comes out of the house with a worried look on her face.

"Why- oh my." Yoonji scurries in again after seeing Yoongi and their mom covered in Yoongi's blood.

"M-mom," Yoongi choked with tears, "I'm so sorry. I should've listened-"

Yoongi's mom interrupted him by kissing his forehead softly. "It's okay, love. It's okay. Just promise me you won't do it again, okay?" She told him with a soothing voice and hugged him close to her chest.

Yoongi nodded. "But mom, your dress. It'll get ruined by my b-"

"Well well well. Look who decided to not listen to his parents." Yoongi and his mom turns to the doorframe where Yoongi's dad stood. He had his arms crossed and his lips smirking.

Yoongi lowered his head in shame. "I'm- I-" he hiccupped, "Dad, I'm-"

"Oh, you fell off your bike. And you injured yourself. Well, let's just say that karma's a bitch, am I right?" His dad sneered.

"What is wrong with you?! He's our child! At least do something and help!" His mom screams at her significant other. Yoongi couldn't help but feel even more guilty because his parents started to quarrel. All because of him. His sobbing worsened.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" He scoffed. "You ask him! That ungrateful child never listened to his parents! Never!"

"Excuse me, dad. I need to give mom this box." Yoonji squeaked behind her dad. The latter turned around and-

Slap.

The box fell to the ground and the contents were scattered.

Yoonji kneeled, rubbing her right cheek, which was the spot she got slapped.

They all went silent.

"Are you out of your mind?! What did she even do to you?"

"Shut up, woman! You know what? He needs a lesson." Yoongi's dad stomped across their terrace. "Dad, no, please! I won't disobey you all ever again! Please dad I-" Yoongi shrieked.

Yoongi was harshly grabbed away from his mother. His eyes went to his mom who was sitting on his pool of blood in shock.

"Dad please I-"

His face hurt like hell. The tears wouldn't stop coming out. Neither the blood that had streamed down his nose.

It was fresh.

His dad had punched him in the face.

"Stop crying! You're not a little kid anymore! Why are you like this?!"

It really hurt like hell.

Another punch. This time his jaw.

"Stop it! Please!" Yoonji begged desperately, her eyes wet with tears. She was still kneeling.

"Shut up or you'll be in the same position as your brother!"

"I'm sorry, dad. I'm so sorry." He apologizes repeatedly. He curled himself up into a ball and repeated those words over and over again. Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Yoongi," Jimin's voice was heard from the other side of the door, "are you okay?"

Silence.

"Yes," Yoongi croaked, internally protesting at how crappy his voice sounded because of crying. He thought Jimin would leave him if he answered, but he was wrong.

So wrong.

Jimin didn't move a single inch. "Yoongi, you can't trick me. I know you're crying."

"Then why bother asking?"

Yoongi could feel Jimin's eyes roll at him. The older rubbed his nose that's full of snot and crossed his arms.

"At least tell me the password if you're not going to open it." Jimin says matter-of-factly. Yoongi sighed at the door.

"72451867629."

"...That's one long and complicated password."

"I was kidding. It's 54297. Don't ask me why, I was half asleep when they asked me what I want for the password." Yoongi let out a small chuckle and could see Jimin's hand hover to the password lock. The younger punched in the numbers he had mentioned and the door made a soft 'click' sound.

Jimin slowly pushed the door open.

He's wearing Yoongi's kumamon pajamas, and the older wasn't bothered by it. Not a single eye twitch.

"Hi," He shyly smiled at the older and scratched his nape. "Do you nee-"

Yoongi dashed toward Jimin and engulfed him into a big bear hug. The older hugged tightly to him like his life depended on it. Yoongi started crying on the younger's shoulder, wetting his own pajamas.

It doesn't look like he's going to let go any minute.

Jimin ran his left hand through the older's ebony hair, meanwhile his right hand was rubbing Yoongi's back. His fingers massaged Yoongi's scalp, hoping that he would ease down.

He did ease down.

But he didn't let go.

They sat on Yoongi's bed, the younger's right hand still on the other's back. Yoongi held a tissue box.

"Please tell me everything." Jimin said ever so softly to him, his eyes filled with worry and his lips pouting cutely. Yoongi nodded, not being able to say no to that face.

"Do you know Mint?"

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im back bitches
well just for this week
i have upcoming exams and school is pure torture rn sigh