The Boy Who Stutters [YOONMIN]

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Weeks passed by and let's just say Min Yoongi and I became very close. Seeing him outside of school felt more than normal and even having ice cream near Han River was a simple thing.

But tonight.... really wasn't my night.

"Are you serious?! A C in mathematics?!" My father roared as he held up the paper.

I kept my head down, biting down on my lower lip as my body tightened... waiting for that smack or kick that was yet to come.

"Honey, please calm down. He's trying his best. See, he has straight A's in all the other subjects. We should see the positive--"

"POSITIVE? WHAT POSITIVE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT WHEN THIS ABNORMAL CHILD IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" He shouted at my mother who flinched at his harsh tone.

Seeing the fear in my mother's eyes just did something to me. All these years she had done nothing but try to defend me. When I was younger my dad would lock me up and hit me with a belt while my mother cried and screamed outside the door.

I'm only a boy with a stutter... there's nothing wrong with a stutter. At least that's what Min Yoongi told me.

"F-fuck you dad" I spat out before even thinking.

Silence fell and I stared into his eyes that were almost twitching in anger.

"What did you say?" He asked in a hushed tone, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"I s-said fuck you" I said again, hands balling into fists.

"Jimin-ah no--"

"Why you ungrateful son of a bitch!" My father's large hand smacked me across the face to the point I almost blacked out only to hear my mother yell and sob.

With my head to the side I placed my hand against my stinging cheek.

"You are an embarrassment to this family! You were never a good son!" He yelled but I looked at him with tear filled eyes as my heart was tearing into pieces.

"A-and do y-you thi-think you w-were a g-good father?!" I yelled back, taking a step back as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"You w-were ne-never a g-good father o-or h-husband so f-fuck you and y-you social st-status!!" I screamed grabbing my dad's favourite vase and throwing it on the floor, watching it shatter into pieces.

"Grab the belt! He need to be taught a lesson--"

"No. I-I won't l-let you hit m-me" I growled and ran towards the door while my dad called me to come back this instance.

I ran down the road with tears dripping down my cheeks and my heart thumping in my chest.

Thankfully I had my phone in my pocket so I grabbed it and without any hesitation I called the only person I could ever count on.

Within three rings the call picked up.

"Hey Jimin. What up--"

With a small sniffle I tried to swallow the bile in my throat.

"Yoongi... p-please. I n-need you."

Authors Note
Sorry for not updating guys! I've been so busy with work but omg this book has reached over 7k+ reads like....WHAT?!!? TYSM ❣️