Survived [Yoonmin]

||Chapter 1||

*16 years later*

Jimin stood bowing by the front door of the house towards his father who was gathering his things and getting ready to leave, as he did everyday. Already bowing for 5 minutes his back ached but he couldn't stand up right until his father left and gave him permission to stand upright.

"Alright Jimin, you may stand upright, I'm leaving now. You got off free without studies today while i go sort out these issues with the county education system. While you have such free time on your hands i suggest you clean the house and pray the rosary 10 times. If i come and find you haven't finished you will be punished do you understand?" Father Park asked, Jimin nodded and bowed once more as Father Park left. Jimin looked around the house and sighed, there was a lot of work to do.

~3 hours later~

Jimin sat figeting in the living room waiting for his father to return hoping the house was to his standards and that he wouldn't have to receive punishment. Suddenly the front door swung open harshly and Father Park walked into the house. He slammed the door closed and looked at Jimin who was bowing towards him again.

"Stand upright boy. You've caused me a lot of trouble since you were born but nothing like this" Father Park said in almost a snarl. Jimin's hands started to sweat and he could feel his knees going weak, he knew what was about to happen. Father Park paced in front of Jimin,

"Why are you so timid? Did you have to make yourself out to be like that in front of your tutors? I was just reprimanded and am being forced to send you to a public school where you will "broaden your personality and mind as well as come out of your shell"" Father Park scoffed "what a load of shit."

He turned towards Jimin and pointed a finger at him,

"This is your fault. If you had acted normal and happy i wouldn't be forced to have you brought out into the disgusting streets of the world that's full of sinners. You brought this upon yourself, and maybe after this you'll know that while you're out there, you will act normal, and you will pretend to be happy, you will not stand out or disobey. Although this may not seem like it, this is your warning." Father Park said to Jimin. He walked away as Jimin stood there unmoving and scared as to what was going to happen next. Father Park came back, but this time with a belt in his hands. Jimin began to whimper and tears brimmed his eyes.

"You know the drill boy"

Jimin began to unbutton his shirt, he folded it and placed it on the table beside the couch. Taking deep breaths trying to contain his sobs, Jimin kneeled and put his hands together for prayer.

"Recite the Our Father 25 times."

And with that Jimin began to pray, and with each time he recited the prayer the belt cracked on the skin of his back and Jimin held back sobs that wracked his body. He could even feel how the belt broke skin and made him bleed. By the 20th reciting of the prayer Jimin's words were inaudible and sounded like noises. Father Park sighed

"You speak clearly or i add more to the list"

Jimin stopped and took a breath to recollect himself, then continued to recite the last 5 times and endured the last 5 hits he got with the belt.

"I hope that warned you enough Jimin. Clean up the mess" Father Park panted and walked away. Leaving the poor, sputtering, and sobbing Jimin by himself. Eventually after the sharp pains subsided to dull almost numb throbs, Jimin stood and went to grab a bucket and sponge. He filled the bucket with warm water and bleach then went back to the living room to scrub the blood from the tile. Small tears would hit the tile and certain movements would make Jimin's vision blurry. After finishing he stood and cleaned the bucket, placing it in it's usual spot under the sink. Jimin listened in on the hallway where Father Park's room was. It was silent, which probably meant Father Park was asleep. Jimin let out a sigh of relief and pulled down the cord to the attic slowly and as quietly as possible bringing down the stairs. He climbed up and pulled the stairs up again. Sitting on the small torn up mattress he had. The attic was small and had leaks everywhere, sometimes if it was quiet enough Jimin could hear the mice running around on the beams above him. Taking deep breaths, Jimin stood and grabbed a plastic bowl beside his bed, he filled it with bottled water he kept in his room and took a small towel and as best as he could rubbed at the frsh wounds on his back. First time with water then two other times with alcohol. Tears flowed down Jimin's cheeks again, despite the fact he was so familiar to the pain. When he finished Jimin laid down obto his bed on his side, so as to not lay on his back. And with the day's hecticness he found the strength to close his eyes and fall asleep.

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A/N:
Hi everyone, its been a long time i guess. I will admit now that my updates will be slow but i hope that with each update you won't be disappointed. Anyway, Jimin meets Yoongi in the next chapter so keep reading pleaseee 😊 Thank you for reading and i hope everyone has a great day! 💕