Simul Operantes (Min Yoongi x BTS)

Mistakes Made? More Likely Than You Think

Yoongi POV
I tripped slightly on a rock, but quickly returned to the pace I was at before.
Why does this have to happen now of all times.
I raced out of Namjoon’s house and down the street as fast as I could to my house, hoping to not be any later then I already was.

After running for what felt like eternity, I made it home, my chest burning like it was on fire and breathing heavily. I stopped outside the door, but before I could even catch my breath, the door slammed open and I was yanked inside by my father and shoved to the ground.
“I thought we told you to get home on time at 6:00 boy,” he roughly grabbed my face in his hand and pushed it towards the clock on the wall, “And tell me, what time is it you brat.”
I gulped loudly and he heard as he slapped me then went back to holding my face.
“6:12.”
My father stood up, still holding my face resulting in me standing up too. He got closer to my face then growled, his breath reeking of alcohol,
“Then this just won't do, will it?”
Knowing what was coming, I prepared for the worst. He then started his assault.

The first thing he did was shove me into the wall as hard as he could, resulting in a groan escaping from my mouth, only making him angrier. This anger cause more pain as he started punching like a madman and creating bruises plus drawing blood. Chest. Arms. Stomach. No place was safe from his wrath and I couldn't stop the noises of pain from escaping. He also reopened the wound Namjoon opened today which resulted in even more blood flowing out.

After the barrage of punches, he once again threw me to the floor and started to kick me over and over again. His face gleaming with anger and delight as I winced at every blow to my body.
“You useless son, can’t even make it on time.” Still continuing to kick, started to kick even harder,
“I knew we should have aborted you. Maybe we could have had a better son on the second try.”
With one final kick, the hardest of them all, he stopped, breathing heavily and wiping my blood on my shirt. As he was now satisfied with that he walked away, leaving me in a pool of my own blood and coughing some up.

I'm surprised he didn't do any more. I mean it was-
My positive thought was cut off when he threw a beer bottle at me, the shards of glass embedding themselves in the side of my body.
Fuck, that's great.

“I hope you remember to not be late again.”
He then walked away happy with his work and left the house, slamming the door again as he did.

Probably going out to get drunk for the millionth time today. Well, guess I should assess the damage.

Slowly sitting up, the glass,cuts, and bruises causing me to gasp in pain, I saw he went easier in me today.
Probably because I was only 12 minutes late and not an hour like last time.
That resulted in a few broken bones and a very worried Mr.Chung.

After picking out a majority of the glass as the pieces weren't very small, thank God, I got up carefully to not open anything else and made my way to the bathroom to bandage everything, but not before cleaning up the mess. Don’t want anymore damage today.

While using enough bandages to cover a mummy, I finally finished cleaning myself up. I found that I had bruises covering a majority of my chest, arms, and legs plus a lot of cuts on the left side of my body from the glass. At least nothing was broken or needed stitches like the other time.

If only Jin could be here to help. Speaking of, I should probably text him to apologize for rushing out of there.

I looked through my backpack, but couldn't find my phone. The realization then hit me: I forgot it at Namjoon’s house.
My pulse spiked.

What if they go through the messages from my parents?

What if they blackmail me with anything on it?

What if they listen to other songs?

What if they-

What if they listen to The Last?
Shit. They can’t.

The last is the only song I will never share with anyone, not even Mr. Chung. It has all of my emotions and pent up feelings from my whole shitty life in it, and I don't want anyone to hear it. I would only ever share it with friends, so I guess I never will.

Well, at least not yet.

Jin POV

Sorrow created me uh look at me closely uh
Selling ourselves or not you all say
It's not that we couldn’t do it
But that we didn’t want to, shit

Silence filled the room as Yoongi’s breathing faded away in the speakers.

After a few moments taking it all in, we all looked up at each other one by one, and Namjoon broke the silence, brushing his hand through his hair,
“Fuck guys. I don't think we should have listened to that.”

A.N.
Did you guys like my warning?
No?
Welp, I hope you enjoyed Yoongs getting his ass whipped and stuff. Sorry for the wait, school is so annoying and I couldn't think of what to write, but I think I have a plan now. The update schedule is still going to be messed up and long probably, so thank you for your patience in advance!

Luv ya,
-MiniMinYoongs