Danger | Sope ✓

10-23

-Mentions of abuse

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Yoongi slowly untied his black tie, stripping himself off of his bloody, sweaty and torn uniform. He stared at the badge, ripping it off the navy button up. He didn't deserve this badge. All that training toughened him in a way. But it ended up being stripped from him by J-Hope.

He didn't deserve the badge.

Yoongi jumped at the sound of knocking on the door, throwing his badge on the floor with his tie and long-sleeved shirt.

"Sugar, remember to turn off the water. We don't want the tub overflowing do we?" Yoongi didn't reply but nodded, walking over to the tub to turn off the water.

He untied his boots, placing them near the door. His feet now finally free- feeling relief wash over him- he pulled off his socks as well. Yoongi unbuckled his belt, pulling down his uniform pants, folding them and placing them neatly on the seat of the toilet. He folded his long-sleeved shirt as well, grabbing his tie and placing it all on the toilet seat.

He picked up his badge, staring at it a minute longer.

LAPD. He remembered getting bullied in school. He wanted to become an officer to show the bullies that he could achieve something in life. Of course, he originally wanted to pursue music, but his parents looked down on him at a decision.

He guessed he just let everyone down... Never living up to their expectations.

Yoongi looked up at his reflection on the mirror. He was malnourished, losing multiple pounds, now below 100 pounds from starvation. He grew paler, dark bags under his eyes. He barely slept- if not at all- Hope not letting him. He would get an hour and a half of sleep a day, at least. He was weak, he was defeated. He was broken.

Yoongi could recognize all the wounds and bruises Hope inflicted on him.

Dark purple marks were on his face. When one faded, Hope would always give him a new one. Then the small cuts on his nose, his cheek on his lip. These were nothing. To Hope at least.

There was a dark mark around Yoongi's neck, from the rope Hope always tied around Yoongi's neck, to keep him in place unless he wants to suffocate. It was always too tight, Yoongi never choking but the rope always burned him.

His skin was torn at his wrists, the handcuffs were always too tight.

There were cigarette burns on his collarbone and at the base his neck. Hope would sometimes come back smoking, forcing Yoongi to choke on the smoke and extinguish the cigarette on his skin, mostly on his collarbones or near the area.

Then his bandaged thighs, blood soaking through the bandages. Hope always loved to ruin Yoongi's pale thighs, staining them red. Hope had finally taken the bullet out of Yoongi's wound from where he shot him. But it was healing around the bullet, so Hope just cut through Yoongi's skin to pull it out.

Yoongi sighed as he placed the badge on top of his uniform, pulling off his boxers before scampering into the bathtub, filled to the brim with bubbles.

He sighed in relief as the warm water engulfed him. It had been forever since he had taken a shower or a bath. He felt disgusting. Ugly.

Yoongi submerged his head into the water, soaking his dark hair that now laid flat against his forehead. He almost shrieked at the sight of Hope kneeling by the tub, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You took too long," Hope frowned, Yoongi perked up.

"I- I'm sorry, I'll hurry up," Yoongi bowed his head, though Hope wrapped his fingers around Yoongi's chin, lifting it up.

"No, take your time," He reached for the shampoo. "Turn around." Yoongi did as told, staying still as he felt Hope's fingers run through Yoongi's raven hair, scrubbing it and massaging his scalp to remove any dirt.

The hands left his hair but gasped when hands ran along his back.

Hope had been making bruises there as well. He would beat Yoongi with a bat until he left him trembling and crying on the floor.

Hope chuckled before he stood up, turning on the shower.

"Drain the tub," Hope instructed, Yoongi obeying. "Stand up, wash yourself off." Hope washed his hands before he left the bathroom. Yoongi could barely stand on his legs, having stayed in the same place for almost two months. The wounds also hurt him, especially his thighs, letting out a small whimper as he washed the soap from his body.

He tried to keep his hands off of his body, each touch seeming painful to him.

Yoongi wanted to stay under the water longer but he knew that Hope would beat him again if he disobeyed.

He stepped out, drying himself gingerly with a towel.

He noticed a set of fresh clothing near the door. Everything was too big for him, considering he got skinnier and looked like death itself. He wore a white shirt. Then a dark blue sweater that hung off one of his shoulders.

He knew he needed to eat more. But he was afraid to. Unless Hope told him to.

Yoongi pulled on the boxers but was left confused when there were no pants for him. He took his police uniform and boots and limped outside, feeling conscious of his abused thighs and pale legs.

"On the counter," Yoongi jumped at the voice.

"Wh- What?" Yoongi asked, staring at Hope who sat on the couch.

"Put it on the counter and come here."

Yoongi placed his uniform on the counter, his boots on the floor. His eyes caught sight of his badge. He grabbed it, stuffing it in his baggy sleeves before hobbling over to the couch. He stood in front of Hope, feeling self-conscious as he felt Hope's eyes burn him.

"Sit," Hope ordered, and Yoongi obeyed. He sat on the other side of the couch, away from Hope. Hope pulled Yoongi's legs towards him, Yoongi's eyes widening.

He wanted to know what he had done. Had he done something wrong? Did he let Hope down again? He wanted to know. He wanted to fix himself.

Yoongi expected a smack or a choke at least. Though instead, he took off Yoongi's bloody and soaking bandages, wiping the wound and cleaning it before wrapping it in clean fresh bandages.

Yoongi stayed silent, feeling unworthy of speaking. When Hope finished, he ran his hands along Yoongi's thighs, giving Yoongi a grin.

"Good boy," He whispered, lowering his head until his nose touched Yoongi's bruised neck. He whimpered as a tongue ran along the burn marks, shuddering when Hope's fingers caressed Yoongi's thighs.

"What do you say?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Thank- Thank you," Yoongi breathed.

"Such a good boy. Do you want a treat?" He asked to which Yoongi nodded. Hope smiled, pulling Yoongi into a sloppy kiss. Yoongi let him do as he pleased, whimpering when his lips were pulled between teeth, gasping when hands gripped his hair, pulling them harshly. Hope's tongue invaded Yoongi's mouth, exploring every inch, shoving it down Yoongi's throat.

"Are you hungry?" Hope pulled away, leaving Yoongi breathless and panting. He nodded as a reply.

"Good, get on your knees."