Sanctuary

Chap 2: pain bonds us

Jimin laid down on the cool grass, basking in the sunlight that was slowly fading. He needed a break, to get away from the suffocating ideals this place kept pushing at him. This place was already frustrating him, killing him with it's pathetic pleas that he was sick, disgusting for being who he was.

He didn't understand, understand this concept that homosexuality was wrong. Why was it wrong? What did being gay do to anyone? How did his sexuality affect others?

He's never hurt anyone, never forced or made anyone else feel the way he does. He's not sick, this isn't some disease you suddenly catch. This was something you were born with, he was always gay he just didn't know it till now.

"That was quite something back there." Jimin's yanked from his daze by the deep voice of what could only be his sexy roommate.

He lazily opens one eye, squinting as he gazed up at the boy that loomed over him. Jungkook wore a delicious grin, his hair hanging softly off his forehead. The milky brown shone lightly in the sunlight, casting a beautiful glistening to his hair.

"Yeah well, I'm tired of everyone telling me I'm sick, disgusting for being who I am. It's pathetic, I don't need anyone telling me what I am." Jungkook nodded along, understanding exactly where he was coming from.

"So, who brought you here then?" Jungkook took a place beside him, his knees bent so he could rest his elbows on them.

Jimin quirked an eyebrow, taking in what he said before he realised what he meant.

"My dad. He thinks I'm sick, it's some sort of disease I need cured. When I told him he hit me, he fucking hit me. Screamed at me I was disgusting, he wasn't going to have a fag for a son." Jimin laughed, it wasn't out of happiness but irritation.

"He's an asshole, all he cares about is his fucking reputation. But what reputation? He doesn't fucking have one, he's just a drunk who spends all his time at the pub." Jimin punches the grass, picking at as the thought of his father only angered him.

Jungkook felt his pain, the torment he must have gone through. He knew it all to well, if anyone could relate it was him.

"Has your father hit you before? I mean before he found out?" Jungkook asked with curiosity and concern.

"A few times, it always happened when he was drunk that's when he was his most violent. But it got worse when my mum died, he didn't take it well. Blamed me for it. Like I'm responsible for her getting fucking cancer!" Jimin scoffs at the actions of his so called father, he was never the same after her death.

Jungkook saw Jimin's small, child like hand shaking, he couldn't say if it was out of anger or sadness. But he saw his chance, he grabbed it, taking his trembling hand in his secure one. Jimin looked at it in shock, tensing slightly at the sudden action.

"I'm sorry Jimin, I'm sorry you lost your mum. And I'm sorry you had to go through that, no father should ever lay a hand on their son." Jungkook was stern with his words, hating whenever anyone was mistreated.

Jimin's eyes lurked to his, he could see the sincerity in those dark eyes, the kindness in his voice. For once he felt truly comfortable, that he could open up to someone without the fear of punishment.

"Thank you Jungkook, really. I guess I just grew so used to a violent father it became normal. How fucked up is that?" Jimin shakes his head ashamed,l for letting his father brutalise him for so long, for allowing himself to be put in a place like this.

Jungkook could sense his self loathing, knowing all to well what that was like.

"This isn't your fault Jimin, your father abused you. He hurt you when he was supposed to love you. That's disgusting, no parent treats their child like that." He gently squeezes Jimin's hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.