More than family (BTS Spanking Story)

Chapter 2: Freedom (Sope) Pt.1

Disclaimer: This chapter contains strong language, violence and drug references. I'm not in any ways promoting or normalizing the use of drugs or alcohol. Viewer discretion is advised.

Yoongi's POV

I've always lived a reprimanded life. From my parents to my teachers, people have always tried to control me. My bandmates see me as a very strict and protective hyung, what they don't know is that I'm hiding something. I have this hidden feeling inside me. It's a part of me that wants to be careless and free, that wants to live life regardless of the consequences, that wants to discover new things. I've always wanted to live this way but I was afraid to disappoint my parents. My parents are a very strict and traditional korean couple, so they wouldn't tolerate any nonsense. When I lived back at home with my parents, me and my brother had to follow some very strict rules. If I dared to misbehave or break any of the rules that were set, I was punished, big time. I had to kneel in a corner  with my arms up for probably an hour, then I had to wait nervously in my room for my dad to enter with his thick leather belt and beat the shit out of me. When he was finished with me, I couldn't even sit properly for over a week.

I'll tell you a little story about my miserable life and maybe you'll understand how I feel. I remember once in high school my dad got a call from the principle that I was smoking at school, so I was suspended for a week. Perhaps that was one of the stupidest things I have ever done in my life, but I was pressured to do it by some stupid classmates and I didn't want to be seen as a coward, so I did it. When the smoke hit my throat I instantly regretted it, but I regretted it more when I saw a teacher angrily coming to me. As expected all of my "friends" ran away and left me alone with the pissed teacher. At that time in South Korea teachers were allowed to hit students , and I wasn't the exception. He told me get on the ground with the traditional korean push-up position, and beat my ass with a metal baseball bat til I was almost crying. I got the maximum number of hits, 10 I think, but that fucker hurt like hell. And my sore ass was about to get even more sore when my dad found out about this. The school had a policy that when any of the students were physically punished, they had to call one of the parents and inform them, like it wasn't enough getting your ass beat at school, you had to get beat at home too. I was terrified, but like really terrified. I thought that if I got spanked for not washing the dishes, then what was going to happen to me when he found out I was smoking? My parents are really sensible with the smoking thing because my dad's father died of lung cancer. He didn't want to lose another loved one to cancer, so he has always taught me and my brother the dangers of smoking. I honestly don't even know why I did it in first place, what I did know was that I was fucked. So, like the responsible human being I am, I did what any intelligent person would've done. I ran away.

At last period my dad probably had already received the call from the principle so I was planning my escape. I couldn't go to my friend's house cause they were probably going to find me there, nor my grandmother's house. I had some money that I had saved up to buy a video game, but instead I used it to pay a motel to stay at. If yesterday someone had told me that the next day I would be a ran-away teenager living in a motel, I would've never believed that person. But there I was lying in a cheap motel bed, scared shitless of what my father was going to do to me when he found me. It was already 11 o'clock, way past my curfew. My phone ran again and again, it was a call from my hyung. I ignored it thinking he wouldn't keep calling, but he did. When I checked my phone I had near 100 missed calls from my hyung and my parents. But I was nearly going to faint when I read my text messages.

Dad, 5:02. Yoongi I received a call from your principle that you were smoking at school and you got suspended for a week. When I get home from work we'll have a nice talk. I expect you to be kneeling in your room with your arms up by the time I get home.