𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 || taekook

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Trigger Warning: Mentions of domestic abuse

p.jm :

"Come on... pick up, pick up, pick up, pi—"

"911, What's your emergency?"

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m.yg :

I was laying on my bed eyes closed, trying to take a nap to relax, but something inside me was churning. Something bad. I felt it deep down inside me and I hoped it was nothing to do with Jimin. I'd be mad at myself if I couldn't save him.

Speaking of the devil, Jimin called me at that exact second. "Hey, babe.", I smiled at the fact he called me. We had just been hanging out a few hours ago and it was kinda sweet he missed me, already.

"Yoongi, get out of your house now! Pack your things, Hoseok's things and your mother's things and leave the hell hole you live in! Come to my place, now!", Jimin instantly babbled, frantic, confusing me straight away. His voice was dripping panic, and he was oddly out of breath.

"Babe I don't understand, I—"

"You know what, fuck the stuff! Yoongi I need you to listen to me! You need to get Hoseok, your mother and yourself out of that house, now!", Jimin cried. I hadn't seen, well heard, Jimin cry in awhile. This alarmed me.

"Babe... What's wrong?", I asked in confusion, getting up from my bed and pacing around my room, as I was helplessly waiting for him to answer me, so that I could help. Why was Jimin kicking me out of my house, anyway? And through the phone?

"Yoongi, please! Listen to me! Please!", Jimin pleaded. "You have an hour! One hour! Just come home. Our home...", Jimin was sobbing at this point. He said home, a very foreign word to me. But when he said our home I knew he meant his place.

Jimin told me countless of times that his home was from now on my home and that we would start a family there and keep nesting our undying love there. So, all I could say and do, and all I wanted to say and do to my sweet Jimin was: "I'm coming home, baby.", And hang up.

I pocketed my phone before I ran and slid down our floor boards with my socks, in to the living room, luckily both my mom and Hoseok were there. They were curled up in the dirty and slightly broken couch, my mom was reading a book and listening to a movie, that was on the television. Hoseok looked bored, as he stared at the television, almost lifelessly. His facial expressions were obviously indicating he wasn't enjoying the movie.

"Mom, Hoseok. Follow me. Now!", I demanded quickly. They must've seen the seriousness, hurt and fear in my eyes and they must've heard my croaky and rushy tone, as the two of them abandoned whatever they were previously doing and followed me out the house.

We walked a few blocks away from our house, and we stayed quiet the whole time, till Hoseok got curious. "Yoongi where are we going?", He asked wearily. "Home, Hoseok.", I answered with a small, bitter chuckle, as if his question was invalid and stupid. "But home is that way?", Hoseok stopped in his tracks pointing at the way we came from with his thumb over his back. I turned around to face my cousin and tell him some facts.

"Hoseok. Can you call that place home?", I asked, honestly. A small silence filled the space between us. My mom's gaze darting from me to Hoseok, to the ground.

Hoseok looked away from me, thinking about what I had said. "No.", He finally answered, after awhile. His voice was shaky and cracked at the end of his answer. You couldn't almost hear what he had said, it was barely audible. Usually, his voice is very light and cheery, yet at that moment it seemed deep and melancholy.