♤CHAPTER TWENTYEIGHT♤
The Broken
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"Who was that?"
...
"Who was that, Yoongi?!" His father yells, his booming voice fills the small home. He clutches Yoongi's phone tighter, furious.
"Just a friend," Yoongi bluntly replies. His eyes stay on the dirty carpet where dirt and the stench of alcohol scattered within it.
His father grunts. "Bullshit," he spits as he grabs Yoongi's hair with his large hand, gripping the maroon locks between his fingers. He angles Yoongi's face so their eyes meet. "The way you were acting didn't seem like just friends."
Yoongi folds his arms with a scoff. "If you actually took the time to spend time with me, you might have an idea of how I act." He winces as the grip on his hair tightens, regulating his breath, trying to stay calm.
"My son shouldn't be all giggly, especially with another boy." His father's breath becomes heavy, his anger flowing through his veins.
The comment made Yoongi's eyes widen. "What is so wrong with liking the same gender?!" He growls, blood boiling.
"Because," his father hisses. "You're a fucking man, Yoongi, so stop being a pussy and start acting like one." He his fingers loosen from Yoongi's hair, causing Yoongi to rest his hand on his head in pain.
Yoongi's eyes dart at his father's blood-shot ones. "You don't even give me a chance to be understood. I will act like a man when you start acting like a father," he finishes before starting to walk away, bumping shoulders with him.
While he was starting to walk away, Yoongi knows that walking away is the worst possible choice he could have picked.
"No," his father turns around to face the old kitchen tile wall. He looks down at Yoongi's phone that rested in his hand, then up at the wall. Gripping it tighter, he lifts his arm and whips the phone at the wall.
"Dad!" Yoongi says, running toward his phone. He is suddenly stopped as his father grabs the hood of his hoodie. With one arm and an immense amount of force, he rips Yoongi backward, sending him into the kitchen counter.
Yoongi winces as his bony back hits the corner of the counter. Pain surges through his body. He leans his back against the counter, his arms shaking from the sudden hit.
The tall figure of hell stands before him. "You," the old man lifts his fist and punches Yoongi in the mid-cheek.
Yoongi stumbles to the ground, covering the stinging pain in his cheek. His vision becomes blurry, making his father no more than a shadow that was approaching him once again.
His father takes a step closer to Yoongi. "You are worthless," he finishes, landing a kick into Yoongi's lower ribs.
"A waste of time."
A second kick.
"Weak."
A third kick.
"Just plain useless."
A final kick lands into Yoongi's stomach, a grunt leaving him.
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