Social Anxiety// yoonmin ff

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"F-fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jimin screeched in pain, having just burned his hand on the hot stove he had on to make dinner for him and his boyfriend. However, his boyfriend of two years, Jungwoo, did not heed the sixteen year old's cry. Instead he lazily got himself off the couch and trudged over to Jimin.

Jungwoo grabbed Jimin's wrist tightly, scarcely examining it before pressing his thumb down harshly on the red, blistering skin and grabbing the youngers slightly chubby cheeks, who was already sobbing from the pain in his hand.

"Shut the fuck up." Jungwoo growled in Jimin's face. "Stop being a little crybaby and finish making dinner before I give you something to cry about."

Since Jimin's anxiety prevented him from fighting back, he had no choice but to nod. This caused the pressure on his burning hand to be lifted, leaving Jimin in sniffles since he didn't want to get yelled at anymore. He hated getting yelled at.

"Good boy Minnie." Jungwoo said in approval as he turned to sit back on the couch.

Sniffing, Jimin wiped his tears away before turning his attention back to what he was doing previous to the incident. Not like he could pay much attention, the pain in his hand was getting worse by the second, and it made him crazy. All he wanted to do was treat the burn, but he couldn't do that until he had dinner ready. Jungwoo got angry when Jimin didn't listen, and when he was angry, there was no telling what he'd do.

About ten minutes later, Jimin finished making the food and plated it. It wasn't much, just some ramen noodles since that was all they had.

When he sat down, Jimin avoided all eye contact with Jungwoo. It was a rule that he wasn't allowed to make eye contact unless told otherwise. It made him feel worthless.

After a few minutes, the younger heard Jungwoo call his name. He hesitantly looked up, but still didn't make complete eye contact.

"Jiminie, does your hand still hurt?" There was no remorse or sympathy in Jungwoo's voice. It was cold and emotionless, much like how Jimin's heart felt these days.

The younger boy nodded, holding up his hand to show that it was still very red and stung.

"Go clean it up then. I don't want your dumbass friend thinking I 'abused' you again."

Without another word, Jimin was up out of his seat, heading towards the medicine cabinet for some ointment and bandages.

While applying the bandages, Jimin started to think. And when he thought, it usually ended in tears.

'Why? Why is this my life? Why did I agree to leave my parents? Why can't I defend myself against people deep down I know are hurting me? What did I do to deserve this?' Jimin stopped when he felt a stray tear fall down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. He was already in enough trouble for crying over his hand.

It took a few moments for Jimin to compose himself, but he did, and went back to the table to finish eating.

Once he was done, Jimin collected all the dishes and proceeded to wash them, like he did every night.

Afterwards, he went to the shared bedroom and climbed inside the bed, covering his slim figure with the covers. He shut his eyes and tried to think positively for once because after all, tomorrow is another day.

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Poor Jiminie, I kinda feel bad for writing this T.T

I hope this chapter was good seeing that it was the first one.

Byebye~