study with me ✎ m.yg x p.jm

열여섯

i left not long after jimin fell asleep, interrupting his parents and man's discussion to say he had fallen asleep and i was leaving. i walked a few blocks to my house, being ready to drop by the time i stepped foot into my house. i dropped my bag and was about to go upstairs when—

"JIN WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" i almost fell down at sudden scream and the argument that i knew i was about to be introduced to in a very painful way.

"I-I DON'T KNOW, I SWEAR!" i heard jin yell back before hearing something fall onto the floor. i matched up the stairs with anger boiling in my veins. i got up the stairs to the now quiet second floor, and went into jin's room where i found him on the floor, a very deep bruise forming on his face because of my father.

i went straight to my dad and immediately swung my fist into his face, making him stumble. "w-well, at least basketball got you somethin' other than your fucked up way of seein' men."

i hit him with all my might and building rage at the man i was embarrassed to call my own damn father. i saw how he stumbled back and was out of it for just a few moments and took my chance to Smyrna his stained shirt and throw him to the floor. i sat on top of him and started throwing punches with every word.

"NEVER! SAY! THAT! SHIT! AGAIN!"

i couldn't find it in myself to stop hitting him though, i knew i should've, but anytime i stopped long enough to consider it, he just smirked up at me, as if saying 'i still won'. and i wasn't going to let this fucker win.

i continued to abuse the man until jin started crying my name.

"y-yoongi, s-stop! please..." he reached out for me from his spot on the floor and i dropped my attack on the man to tend to jin, who needed my attention more. "jin, go into my bathroom." i whispered and he hesitated but nodded. he slowly got up, hand rubbing over his face every few seconds and went to leave, when he got stopped in the doorway. "what the fuck is going on in here?"

my mom stood there looking at us like we interrupted her precious beauty sleep. not like it actually made her good looking.

she saw her husband and put the pieces together, at least i think she did when she started crying, seeing his face purple and yellow. "GET OUT YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTARDS!" she ran to his side and tried to comfort him as he panted heavily. jin and i just proceeded to walk out, not commenting on the dumb scene taking place behind us as we crossed the hall into my room.

i locked the door to my room, then escorted us into my bathroom, locking the door to that once it was closed too. we stared at each other for a second before jin couldn't help but break into tears again. "oh my god, yoongi, i'm so sorry! h-he came up to my r-room and s-started asking me where you w-were and i didn't w-want t-to tell him y-you were at jimin's, s-so i just s-said i-i didn't know, then h-he h-hit m-me..." he trailed off into his sobs and i just engulfed him in a tight but sweet hug.

"jin hyung it's ok, you're ok. let me help you clean this, ok? did he do anything else?"

jin didn't say anything else but lifted his shirt sleeve and there was a deep cut that had begun to scab. i didn't say anything. "h-he grabbed scissors that w-were in my r-room and at-tacked m-me."

i looked at him sadly, almost crying myself. "ok." i whispered and opened the cabinets under my sink to find the first aid kit i had bought a while back. i shuffle around and find it in the corner. i take it out and place it on the counter, closing the cabinets. i take out peroxide and grab a face cloth. "hyung, i'm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt like a bitch."