Sanctuary

Chap 1: I will not allow

Jimin's cheek presses against the coldness of the window, trapping him in this prison, hell which is his father's car. The air between them was thick, suffocating the longer the silence lingered. Every time Jimin catches his eyes in the mirror he could feel his body heat up from anger that bore into him from his sharp glare. They hadn't spoken, not a single word uttered since he shoved Jimin into the car, screaming he was disgusting, sick, needed help.

"This is going to be good for you Jimin, they're going to help you there." His father's broken, crooked out voice sliced the air.

Jimin bites his tongue, holding back on barking, snarling at his pathetic, vile beast of a father. He didn't understand, wouldn't except what his son was, who his son was.

His father hated him, despised who he was. He couldn't let his only son embarrass him, taint their bloodline with his sickness. He wouldn't let him, no son of his was going to be gay. Homosexuality was not going to be associated with the Park name.

"I don't need help, I'm perfectly fine the way I am." He couldn't hold it, snapping at his father, making the air that much more dense.

His father sighs, nails digging into the harsh leather of his wheel. His jaw clenched, blood boiling inside him until his skin burnt.

"You're sick Jimin, this disease inside you needs to be cured. I will not have a homo son, I will not!" He slams his clenched fist down, expression distorting into disgust.

Jimin scoffs, sticking his tongue into his cheek as his eyes drift back out the window. He hated his father, hated everything about the dominating, cruel alpha male who always felt the need to show his manliness through beatings and drinking.

"No you are not! I am not having a fucking fag for a son." His rough palm scrapped his skin, bruising his tender flesh.

Jimin winces at the cruel touch, cupping his reddening cheek. His eyes meet with his father's cold ones, the pit of his stomach dropping at his brutal glare.

"You're just sick, delusional. Once we fix you everything will be fine." It cut him, his sharp words ripping his insides to shreds.

"I'm not sick! I'm fucking gay and there's nothing you can do about it." Jimin fights back, every fibre of his being knew, knew this was what he was.

He hisses, back ragging in agony which shoots up his spin. His father's rough hand wrapping around his throat, pushing him harder into the wall.

"You are not gay! I will not allow you to be fucking gay, you are a man not a fairy."

The car jolts before it comes to a stop, Jimin's eyes meet with the looming sight of what will now be called his home. The scowl on his lips became permanent, he hated this place already.

"You are not leaving this place until you a better, until my son returns." His father spoke, tone smothered in disgust.

His doors pulled open, he's dragged out by the collar of his shirt. Jimin stumble slightly before regaining his balance, his father throws his small bag which contained his life at him.

"Dad wa-." He tries to speak, reason with his stubborn father but it was useless, he wouldn't listen.

"No! No Jimin, you are staying here, staying here until you are fixed." His father doesn't even look at him, couldn't bring himself to look at his son.

Jimin watched, watched his father get into his car, drive away without a single glance back. He was trapped here now, this prison was going to try and destroy him.

"You must be the newbie Jimin right?" He's snapped from his aching thoughts, turning his head to be greeted by a young man with sharp shoulders, charcoal hair.