Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 17

•Yoongi•

I hear my father yelling in the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of breaking glass. Racing down the stairs, I grapple with the animal fear rising up inside me, threatening to choke away my breath. The sound of my mother's quiet sobs reach my ears, fuelling my panic.

"What the hell are you doing?" I scream, charging into the room. My father stands panting in a corner, his face contorted with rage.

"This is none of your business." He says, clenching his fists aggressively. "Get out of here right now."

"Go away Yoongi." My mother whimpers, staring up at me imploringly. Her tiny body lies curled up in a corner, surrounded by a halo of broken glass. "It's okay."

"No. It's not okay." I holler. "You need to go for therapy or something because you are going to kill us one of these days."

"Don't you dare speak to me like that." My father roars, taking a step towards me. "I am your elder. You will apologize for your disrespect immediately."

"You don't deserve my respect." I spit, my body beginning to shake uncontrollably. "Not when you beat the crap out of me and mom every time you get angry. I should leave your house and never come back."

The room grows dark. My father stares at me, his eyes melting into pools of fire. I scream, watching as his body begins to morph into a new form. Throwing myself back from the kitchen, I tell myself that this isn't real, that it's all in my mind.

The monster that is my father strides towards me. I feel bile surging up my throat as he sprouts dark wings, his mouth opening to reveal a long, forked tongue. I start to panic, searching for a door to escape by, but everything in the room has faded into blackness. I am trapped...

A loud chirping sound pierces into the fog of my nightmare, jolting me awake. I sit up, panting heavily as I try to locate the noise. I am covered in sweat, haunted by the lingering remnants of my dream.

My phone rings against the table, repeating the sound that woke me only moments ago. Picking up the device, I squint down at an unfamiliar number.

It's eight am, way too early to be awake after the night I just had. Grumbling under my breath, I let the call go through to the answering service. Whoever is on the line deserves a bit of inconvenience for phoning me this early.

I glance around Jimin's living room, setting my phone onto the coffee table. Memories of yesterday's all nighter come flooding back to me, pushing away the remnants of my dream. I try to recall the last thing I did before falling asleep...Did I outlast Jimin?

I sit up, running a hand through my tousled hair. Opening the front facing camera on my phone, I pan the makeshift mirror over my skin...

Dear god.

My cheeks are scored with a dozen tiny whiskers. The tip of my nose is coloured black, and I have two perfect triangles drawn on my forehead for ears. I groan, slumping against the couch in defeat.

Jimin has turned me into a kitten.

The thought of him thinking up such an innocent punishment makes me sigh. Of course, this comes as no surprise to me, but I have to admit, I wondered if he would pull something edgier.

I put my head in my hands, smiling a little despite myself. Positioning my phone at an angle, I snap a couple of selfies, curling my upper lip for effect.

I walk into Jimin's bathroom, grabbing a dark body cloth out of his linen closet. The face paint takes a long time to wash out. I have to scrub and scrub for ages, so that by the time I pull back from the mirror, my face is beet red.