Paradise[SugaKookie]

Countertop Call for Disaster

I have a secret that no one can know. I love my older brother. Not in a family way, but in a lovers type of way. My parents would kill me if they found out. I mean who wouldn't, I love my older brother for gods sake. Well, one of them.

There are 7 of us in total. Seokjin or Jin for short, he's the oldest, there's yoongi hyung, then hoseok hyung, after him is namjoon hyung, who's only a few months younger than hoseokie hyung, after Hoseok is jimin, taehyung, and me Jungkook, the maknae. Now we aren't blood related siblings only taehyung, namjoon, and Jin are blood related and the real sons of the Kim's the rest of us were adopted.

We live in a fairly big house in Seoul and we got to an expensive private school but that doesn't mean our life was great. We were beat down and broken the expected to be perfect. We all excelled in something for jimin and hoseokie it was dancing, for namjoon and yoongi it was rapping, for Jin it was just school in general,  for tae he was good and some sports, and I was good at everything thing except math and English.

Our "parents" worked as a doctor and a successful business man, so both of them were gone a lot. I don't think they really like any of us, not even their real children. We never see them and they never see each other, but it's good that way, plus I'm pretty sure somethings wrong with their marriage, and them aswell. Sigh.

We try in school, keyword try but the only Jin and namjoon getting even close to satisfactory grades, I don't. Because I have possibly the worst grades when they get home they beat me and not like a spank but like tie me up and hammer me. No one is allowed to help unless they want to get beat which brings me to the reason for hating them with every ounce of my being.

Three days. That's how long I had until they got back home, and in that period I had to raise my grade or bad things happen. I couldn't tell anyone, the Kim's would kill me. Literally. I never really under stood what I did to them but they always targeted me. But at least it wasn't hyung.

As I was I thought on what was to come Mrs. Lee was passing out our grades for that semester/9 weeks thing. Mrs. Lee was around 30-40 with long brown hair a slender face and big eyes she used to look like a twig but she currently pregnant with twins, so that's a no. She was almost all ways mad and upset at someone. I was brought out my thoughts by a paper slamming on my desk

Math 4/100

English 20/100

Athletes 100/100

Science 94/100

Technology 83/100

Music 100/100

Math and English... I already dreaded going home, knowing the Kim's would be there. They would only be there for about six days, but I knew for me those six days would be hell. Everyone dreaded them coming home. Most people would be excited but not us. On the outside the Kim's look like there perfect couple with the perfect family, but in reality they were a nightmare, dressed like a daydream.

I went out of the class, the last period of the day was over and now I would have to go home. To me and my brothers this would basically be walking through the gates into hell, and Mr. Kim was Satan along with his equally evil wife.

Walking through the door you could feel the tension, sitting in the chairs right before us were taeyeon Kim and yeojun Kim. They stopped each of us at the door and we had to hand our grade report to them, it was like going through border patrol. My breath hitched when they got to me and six of my brother stared at me hoping for the best, my body was already covered in scars, burns, and bruises we didn't need to add anymore. I hand the report over to yeojun, hand uncontrollably shaking, he opened the folded paper looking it up and down, a smirk on his face. He loved seeing me in pain.

"You failed two classes," he said as if it wasn't obvious.

" y-yeah I-i-i did I tried r-r-really hard." I said stammering, trying to get words to form, already surprised I had gotten that far.

If you looked to your right you would see the door way into the living room. Under the rug in the middle of the room, was a door. The door lead to a set of stairs running down to a large open room. The room almost looked like a hospital, except there was rust every where, and a cart full of torcher device. The two evil beings, you couldn't even call the humans, would use to inflict pain when we did any thing wrong.

"Oh did you? You failed class Jungkook." He said put power into my name and failing."You know what that means," he said pausing "into the cellar we go," he said in a sing song voice. Looking down out the ground, I follow him, going towards the cellar door.

   " Stop" rang through the house, everyone looked in shock at the voice who had said it, Yoongi hyung.

i looked at him wide eyed, not expecting for anyone to say anything they never do. Yoongi hyung was standing up for me. Yeojun looked yoongi up and down.

"Do you want to take his place then?" Spite obvious in his voice. Yeojun pushed me forward, and I stumbled to the other clinging to Hoseok hyung side. "No, this need to stop you can't go around hurting people!" Yoongi hyung said raising his voice. I clung tighter to Hoseok, I had never heard him this mad.

Looking around I could tell the other hyungs were worried too, yoongi was in over his head. By now there was no way out. "Don't talk to him like that, we took you in you should be grateful." Taeyeon said going up to yoongi, shoving her thumb in to his chest.

Yoongi did the unexpected, he pushed her. It had happened so quickly, it was quite blur actually. She lost her balance, sending her backward toward the counter. As she was falling she busted her head on the corner of the counter top, she fell to the floor unconscience.

Yeojun immediately went to her aid checking to see if she was okay, after seeing her unconscience state he went to get first aid, as if it would help. Namjoon hyung went up to her carefully, scared she wake up and hurt him. Lightly grabbing her wrist he checked her pulse.

Yoongi was clearly terrified pacing back and forth, when Namjoon turned to us yoongi hyung stood still freezing ready for what Namjoon was about say, "She's dead."

I passed out.