My Idol [BTS JIN]

#22

Helloooo! I have come back from my one year hibernation (don't hate me). I took a year off because it's GCSE year and well... one has to study when one has to study.  I am back now and am hoping to get far with this over summer. 

;trigger warning – some of the content in this chapter contains large amounts of violence and abuse and is not suitable for younger audiences. Please read at your own risk;

[CHAPTER #22]

Yeonji's Point Of View

It's only been a couple of weeks and I already hate it in this prison of a house, but of course Abeoji and Yoongi do not know that. I don't plan on letting them know that either.

Whenever they get the chance to, Mrs Min and Yoonae would bully me into doing things for them, treating me as one of the maids. It's as if the word 'family' meant nothing to them since I arrived. I understand why they would be bitter about it, but I never deserved to serve as someone less than a human.

The images of their smug faces as I mopped up my own blood from the floor are branded into my brain like a large scar. The times when they would force me to work for hours without food or rest are the cause of my weakness and incapability to do anything.

This is not the life I imagined for myself after my father died.

I didn't tell Jimin anything, because I don't want him to worry about me. I know that he would tell Yoongi and if Abeoji found out everything would worsen. I hate keeping it from him though. He sees how weak I am at school and how unresponsive I am to their calls. I see the pain in his eyes when I tell him that I'm fine and shrug it off like it was all just a big nothing. It breaks my heart like a hammer against glass. The rest of the boys notice it too, but I dare not speak a word. Seokjin shouts at me for making Jimin sad with my antics and Hoseok has stopped trying to make me laugh. Although it pains me, it's what I have to do to keep them from harm.

"Yeonji-ah!" she calls once again. I whimper at the thought of what they are going to get me to do this time. They have me doing things from stealing from my father's study to doing chores until midnight. To them, I'm just their personal slave.

"Yes ma'am," I respond in a bowing position. That's right, they even have me bowing to them like royalty. They threaten me with everything I care about: Jimin, the boys, my family. How can I possibly not obey their orders if they were on the line?

"Bow lower bitch," Yoonae spat.

"Now, now Yoonae. Even though we do not like this filth, we do not worse our tongue because of her,"

Water threatens to spill out of my eyes. Filth. Is that all I am now? Since when did my life go from having so much meaning to being absolutely nothing at all.

"We have something for you to try," Mrs Min sings with a sinister tone in her voice. She forcefully grabs my wrists and drags me to where the maids cook dinner. As usual, they are nowhere to be found. Every day I would pray to whoever was listening that the house workers would be around. If they were here it meant that I wouldn't have to do as they said. I wouldn't have to suffer.

I stumble into the silent room to see an array of desserts across the table. I stand there confused as to what is it they want from me. Do they want me to clean it? Serve it? It can't possibly be that bad.

"We have decided to reward you for all the work you have done for us with a grand feast," Yoonae cheers.

Well this is odd. Why are they rewarding me when I'm sure they want me gone? Maybe it was a test. Or maybe it isn't. Am I being tricked? At this point their actions are completely unpredictable and my safety is a lost cause.