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>>3RD PERSON POV<<
2:OO AM
Yoongi awoke from his nightmare covered in cold sweat. Yoongi quietly whimpered as got up and stepped onto the cold floor. He quietly opened Hoseoks bedroom door and tip toed downstairs to get water. As he was walking downstairs he didn't notice a dark figure sitting on a stool, chugging down whiskey. As Yoongi turned on the light he jumped as he felt a tight grip on his small waist. The person nuzzled his face into Yoongi neck leaving harsh bruises.
"Hey there pretty boy." A slurred deep voice said.
Yoongis eyes started watering as he realised the person wasn't Jimin.
WARNING ⚠
Triggering Content
'Mr. Park...' Yoongi squeaked out but he was cut off.
'What happened to master? Hmm?' Mr. Park said as he pressed himself against Yoongi.
'No... Please... Don't.' Yoongi quietly cried as the tears fell down onto the borrowed hoodie.
'Do you want me to tell your mother that you're here? You wouldn't want her to sell you to different men each week, do you now?'
'So I suggest you shut that little mouth of yours and play along or there's going to be hell to pay.' Mr.Park laughed as he unbuckled his belt.
'Please... No... I don't want this.' Yoongi now cried harder but Mr. Park harshly covered his mouth.
No one heard the broken boys silent screams in the cold night which were begging to be heard.
