Playing With Fire [Yoonmin] 》DISCONTINUED《

11

Come on, Jimin, you're only following him home to protect him, you're not being creepy, you have good intentions. Jimin told himself as he hid behind another wall as Yoongi kept walking. He noticed how anti-social Yoongi was, it was even more noticeable than it was in school. He kept his head down, hood hiding his face and fiddled with his sweater paws (which he found adorable) and he diverted eye contact with everyone. Jimin saw how Yoongi made himself smaller when he noticed someone spare him so much as a glance and Jimin couldn't help but worry why he was so afraid of people. Social anxiety, maybe? He asked himself.

Jimin finally came out from behind the wall when Yoongi turned another corner. Jimin didn't like the look of this street. Plastic bags and plastic cups littered the floor as if there was a riot only minutes before. The houses and gardens looked unkept and it was beyond isolated. He flinched when he saw a man shout something at Yoongi. The man looked as though he was in his 50's and was smoking weed, the stench of which Jimin felt he could vomit from. 

"Hey! Min! Get here now!" the man yelled. Yoongi whimpered and nodded, still avoiding eye contact and slowly scrambled towards the man. "Where the fuck is your dad with my stash? Huh?!" the man yelled, grabbing Yoongi by his collar. "The fuck would I know?" Yoongi grumbled coldly in a tone Jimin had never heard him use. Yoongi was right, Jimin really didn't know shit about him. "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO, YOU FUCKING DISGUSTING FAGGOT!" the man yelled furiously, harshly shoving Yoongi's small frame down the stairs and he landed painfully on the rough concrete. Yoongi groaned as he began to get up but the man beat him to it and forcefully tugged him up. "That'll teach you, kid. Or do you need more of a lesson?" The man's perverted smirk made both Yoongi and Jimin's hearts simultaneously drop. 

"Hey! You better not touch him!" Jimin yelled, control too far beyond his grasp to obtain. "Ah, who's this, Yoongi? Another boyfriend? Fucking slut!" The man's filthy hand collided with Yoongi's cheek. "Go on and fuck that little shit of a boyfriend you got there Min. Before I do," 

Teach him a lesson

Hurt him

Make him suffer

Show Jimin you're not a pushover

"Fuck you," Yoongi growled, his eyes darkening in a way Jimin wished wouldn't happen.  "The fuck did you say to me, kid?" the man spat, throwing his blunt onto the floor before stepping on it. "I said fuck you, who the fuck do you think you are to underestimate me?" Suga repeated aggressively before throwing a violent right hook at the man. The man let go and his hands went to nurse his jaw before swinging a weak punch at the small boy who caught it and threw one of his own. "Don't even try and fucking touch me!" Suga screamed, insanity laced in his voice and eyes. 

"Suga, stop it!" Jimin yelled, feeling tears form in his eyes at the sight of the boy being taken over by his demon and mercilessly throwing punches and kicks at the battered man. Yoongi looked over at him and Jimin noticed his eyes soften. Yoongi walked over to him in quick strides and his face was mangled with guilt. "S-Suga?" Jimin asked, just to make sure that the boy in front of him wasn't going to hurt him. Yoongi shook his head. "Wh-what're y-you doing here?" he asked, bewildered. "I was following you!" Yoongi's eyes widened at the orange-haired boy's words. "...Because," he dragged out. "Because I gave you the wrong number!" he lied. Yoongi still didn't believe him but he decided to brush it off. 

Yoongi had come to the conclusion that Jimin was slowly becoming the most important person in his life. Jimin was the one who was able to calm him down during an anxiety attack and Jimin was the one who could vanquish Suga. He figured Jimin was going to be his only chance of happiness and he just couldn't let himself let Jimin go. 

Yoongi nodded. "Well go home. I don't want you here. As you could probably tell, it's not a nice place here," he told him, looking at Jimin with a stern look. "No! I don't wanna! I'm gonna stay with you!" Jimin objected, wrapping his arms around Yoongi. Hugging his friends was nothing new to Jimin since he would randomly snuggle or hug Hoseok and Taehyung; but to Yoongi, however, it was the first time since he'd hugged anyone since Namjoon. Jimin felt Yoongi stiffen at the touch and tightened his hold."Hyungie, why so tense?" he asked with a pout. Cute. Yoongi thought before his mind was corrupted again. "I-I uh... just don't like skinship," he replied, shoving the younger off him gently. "Go home, Jimin-ah. I'll be fine. I've lived here for a whole 17 years," Yoongi chuckled, shooing the younger off.

Jimin sighed but turned away anyway. Was he really going to go back to Namjoon's? Of course not! He was determined to find out why Yoongi was so secretive about his home life. He knew there was something going on with him and he was going to figure out what.

~~~

"D-Daddy... I'm home..." Yoongi called out almost silently. The second he did, he heard his father's loud, echoing footsteps marching towards him before feeling a sharp pain on his cheek. "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN, BOY?!" Mr Min yelled. "AND WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT I SAW?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF CHANSOL! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Mr Min screamed.

Yoongi was pinned against the door before merciless punches were thrown at his bony torso. "YOUR FUCKING SPLIT PERSONALITY AGAIN? HUH, PSYCHO?" Yoongi didn't answer, only nodded. "USE YOUR WORDS BITCH!" his father's alcoholic breath made Yoongi scrunch his nose up before he let out a choked sob of agony. "Y-yes, Daddy! I-I'm s-sorry!" Yoongi cried. His father only grunted and slammed his head on the door causing a crimson liquid to drip down his cheek. "You're pathetic!" Yoongi collapsed to the floor in a fit of broken sobs. His father only found this amusing and kicked Yoongi in his ribs, again and again. "Daddy, stop, please!" Yoongi begged, screaming in agony. "Why the fuck would I stop?" Mr Min growled, dragging Yoongi up by his fluffy mint hair before harshly guiding him into the kitchen.

"D-Daddy... n-no..." Yoongi whimpered. 
"You deserve it, you little freak," his father hissed before shoving the small boy down onto the ice cold tiled floor. Yoongi watched in horror as his father began unbuckling his worn out belt before unpleasantly pulling it out of the loops of his jeans. Yoongi closed his teary eyes and braced for the impact. His father ruthlessly slammed the belt down onto his own son's back, making him scream. He did it again and again, each whip relentless and agonizing. Yoongi had rips in his clothes, blood staining them; his face was broken and fearful, dreading the next punishment from his father. "Why the fuck did I have to have a pathetic son like you? Why the fuck are you so fucking crazy?!" His father yelled at him, each word stabbing a pin into his heart and mind.

Yoongi watched, helpless and beaten on the floor, writhing in agony and huffing out of breathlessness as his father walked to the living room and grabbed a beer bottle, downing what was left of it before chucking it directly at his son's head.

Yoongi could hear a high pitched ringing sound and suddenly the world began to sting. Blood painted his face and glass shards made nests in his arms. Everything began to fade before turning into seemingly eternal darkness.