Min, Interrupted

six

     Park Jimin was furious, absolutely fuming. 

     The door slammed behind him, making the walls shake as he stormed into the house. Grey clouded his once bright sky eyes. Hye flinched back as her son's anger suddenly made her blood run cold. 

     "This is fucking ridiculous!" he shouted. "Why is it that the good ones always get fucked!"  He threw his bag down. He was so angry, angry enough he'd passed the point of crying and any form of consolation. His temper hadn't gotten like that in years. The shaking which once began in his hands wracked throughout his entire body, higher, harder, higher, harder up to the very last strand of his hair that was beginning to fade back into his natural brown. 

     "I know, sweetheart..." Hye tried gently, her voice still as calm and soft as it usually was when speaking with her son. This time was slightly different. Had Jimin not been in his current state, he would have noticed how the sense of caution she was showing. 

     A creak was heard from above her. Any normal person would not have noticed it, but Hye was trained to pay attention and identify any possible movement that could belong to her husband. She gasped. Jon-dwo was home.

     "Mochi, please-"

     "It starts at the lowest levels, I guess. First you fuck over the little guys. You know, the young kids who don't know the difference when they're singled out from the other cool kids in the sandbox. Then they get you when you're a little older by suspending you from school for finally standing up to someone who's been tormenting you for years. Then, they really fuck you when you're arrested for murder trying to defend an innocent!" A hysterical laugh came from Jimin's raw throat. He'd cried in the car. He'd cried for months. He'd cried for years. No more crying. There was no use anyway. 

     "Jimin-" she tried desperately to beg her son to breathe or at least take his frustrations out outside before her husband could-

     "What the fuck is all the racket down here?" Jon-dwo growled. His hair was messy, and his voice had a little rasp to it. Jimin's graceful entrance had woken him up from a drunken nap. Hye's face paled, and for a second, Jimin froze. The world seemed to stop turning, and the clocks broke. Jimin swallowed, tears welling up as fear overcame him. 

     Well. That's what the Old Jimin would have done. In reality, this is what happened:

     The room was silent for a moment, yes. It was like the eye of the storm. All was calm. Until the winds kicked up again. 

     "Now everyone's quiet? That's funny," Jon-dwo sneered. "Come on, you two. Speak up. Do something useful." 

     "Shut up." Jimin's voice was quiet at first. 

     Hye held in her breath. Even Jon-dwo was shocked. 

     "What did you just say, fairy?" he asked, void of any emotion.

      "I said shut up," he repeated louder this time. The irritation bubbled up again. 

     Jon-dwo laughed. "Just who in the hell do you think you're talking to, boy?" he said, his tone sickeningly sweet. 

     "I think I'm talking to you, actually," he spat. He puffed his chest out when his father bucked up and sauntered across the dark room to his son. Jimin's eyes were narrowed, and his jaw was locked. They stared at each other, lightning crackling between them.

     "Seems like you grew some balls, son."

     "Yeah, I have. You should try it sometime."

     Jon-dwo scoffed. "I ought to knock the hell out of you."

     "Hit me. I'll be damned if I watch you put your hands on my mother again," Jimin shot back. "So go ahead. Do something. Won't be the first asshole I've beaten the fuck out of today." 

     The lightning brewing between the two men cracked when Jon-dwo threw his fist back and knocked the wind out of Jimin's chest. The pain went unnoticed, and Jimin stabilized himself, charging after his father with the force of a thousand suns. Hye was screaming in the background, but Jimin was too far gone in his red sea of fury to process it. He threw a hard right hook to his father's jaw. A sharp crack resonated throughout the room, and Jon-dwo tumbled to the ground after a swift kick to his knees. Jimin climbed on top of him and straddled his chest, throwing punch after punch after punch until blood coated his once unblemished knuckles. A snarl remained on his face the entire time, his pupils smaller than they had ever been before. Even when Jon-dwo was teetering on the edge of unconciousness, he was relentless. All the anger, all the pain, all the fear he felt for years finally exploded from the bottle he'd shoved it into. 

     He didn't even register the front door being thrown open. He didn't feel the thudding footsteps of Taehyung becoming more intense as the scene unfolded in front of him. 

     "Enough!"  Taehyung roared.  Time seemed to stop even for only that brief moment. Jimin stoof over Jon-dwo's barely conscious form, knuckles battered to high hell with nothing but anger blazing in his once comforting gaze. Taehyung raced toward his best friend and roughly gathered him in his arms. Instantly, Jimin began to scream. 

     "No! Let go of me!" Jimin thrashed in Taehyung's strong hold, leaving even Taehyung to be shocked at the strength Jimin was apparently withholding for so long. 

     "Jimin, it's okay. Breathe-"

     "Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?" With one last jerk, he wrenched his way out of his hold to shoot him a piercing glare. "It's okay? Nothing will ever fucking be "okay", Taehyung! Nothing! It seems like I'm the only one who gives a fuck about Yoongi!"

     Taehyung's jaw flexed as he bit his tongue to refrain from saying something he'd regret.  "Jimin, that's so far from the truth. Everyone is trying the best they can to help Yoongi, okay?"

     "Ever stop to think your best isn't enough? Otherwise, Yoongi would be here right now instead of in some goddamn cell for something he didn't fucking do!" His voice broke on the last word. The tension immediately dropped from his shoulders when the first single tear fell from his eye. "He should still be here..." He whispered finally.

     Taehyung rushed to his friend's side to catch him before he collapsed. Jimin's head fell onto his shoulder as sobs wracked his body. 

     "I know, Chim," he mumbled into his hair. "I know."