Playing With Fire [Yoonmin] 》DISCONTINUED《

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TRIGGER WARNING 

Yoongi woke up a few hours later, confused at the heavenly white scenery surrounding him.

One figure caught his eye. The figure of a sleeping boy with orange hair. "Jiminie?" Yoongi spoke in a gentle voice, a warm smile plastered on his lovestruck face.

Jimin's head snapped up at the soft voice, blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden swarm of light.

"Hyungie! You're awake!" he cheered, his eyes turning up into crescents as he grabbed Yoongi's hand tightly.

"Hey, Minnie. Um...why am I in the infirmary?" Yoongi asked with a scratchy voice. Jimin was quick to hand him a bottle of water in response.

"You don't remember?"
"Oh... you mean~"

Yoongi was cut off by someone storming into the infirmary, the slam of the door making him jump up in fear.

"Jimin, get away from him!" Jongin yelled, seemingly ready to attack Jimin if he felt needs be. Jimin arched his eyebrow and shook his head, defying Jongin's demands.

"You can't tell me to get away from my boyfriend," he retorted, intertwining his fingers with Yoongi's. Jongin glared harsher at Jimin. "You manipulated him! Yoongi, did you forget all that he did to you?! He told you to kill yourself!" the tall boy's attention turned to the weakened one. "B-but he a-also saved m-me from d-doing that," Yoongi stuttered out, sharing a loving look with his boyfriend before looking back at Jongin. "But... he said so much shit about you! I don't think you should forgive him so easily... he might hurt you again," Jongin warned, taking a careful step closer to Yoongi.

Yoongi shook his head and gripped Jimin's hand tighter. "He wouldn't... I just know he wouldn't,"

Jongin scoffed and turned away. "Once he does, Yoongi, come to me," he stated before leaving the two boyfriends alone in the infirmary. 

Jimin leaned down and pressed a feathery kiss to Yoongi's soft pink lips. "Don't listen to a word he says, baby. He's jealous that I get to kiss your soft lips and he doesn't," he giggled as he kissed him once more. "I can't hurt you anymore, baby. I love you too much for that,"

Yoongi groaned and chuckled softly. "You're so cheesy, Jiminie," he sighed and Jimin just smiled smugly. "Only for you, baby," Jimin sent him a teasing wink as he spoke. Yoongi just rolled his eyes. "Of course... Daddy,"

Jimin choked on air as his eyes widened comically. "W-what?!" he gasped as Yoongi laughed loudly, slapping the side of the bed harshly as he stared at Jimin's stunned expression. "K-kidding!" Yoongi panted, wiping away a small tear from the corner of his eye. 

Jimin was the one to roll his eyes this time as he smiled fondly at his boyfriend. "We're not in bed yet, baby boy,"
"Oh shush you little orange mochi,"

~~~

Yoongi stood outside of his house, shaking immensely as he was about to open it. He tried to calm himself down, telling himself that he was only going to be in there for a few minutes before he was back in the sweet embrace of his best friend. 

Hesitantly, he pushed open the beaten-down wooden door, being met with the toxic fumes of alcohol attacking him remorselessly. He looked down shamefully before he almost bent in half with the overwhelming power of his own father's vicious attack to his torso. 

"You're fucking late home! I ran out of fucking beer! You're a selfish little shit!" Yoongi tried to tune out his father's words, them being things he'd heard before. He whimpered and tried his hardest to bear the pain of his father's merciless beating. 

He felt himself get pinned against the wall. "Look at me!" the deep voice boomed, making him quiver before forcing himself to make eye contact with his torturer. "Where were you, fag?! Eh?!"

Yoongi bit his lip. "I w-was at... a friend's,"
"You were at Kim Namjoon's!  Weren't you?!"
Yoongi nodded slowly, knowing better than to lie to the man in front of him. "Y-yes... I'm sorry, Daddy," Yoongi pouted, eyes going back down to the ground. He was met with a harsh slap across his cheek, leaving a fiery hot handprint in its place. "I told you not to see that cunt anymore!  You're so pathetic, Yoongi! So fucking stupid! So worthless!" 

Each relentless insult was equipped with a punch or a kick to his frail son's body. Yoongi sobbed and sniffled but he was used to this by now. 

Minutes went by and Yoongi was in agony. His father grabbed him by the hair and pulled him towards their oven. Yoongi knew what this meant. "No! No! Daddy, please! No, I'm begging you, please!" Yoongi sobbed helplessly as his father ignited the hob with a sadistic smirk on his face. "No!" the poor, pale boy screeched as his father grabbed his stinging wrist and forced his hand over the burning hot flame.

Yoongi cried out in agony, heavy tears streaming down his face as he felt his hand get burnt by his father. This had only happened once before and that was after his mother died. Something happened to make his father beat him in such a hellish way. "D-Daddy! I'm sorry! Please! Please! I'm sorry, Daddy!" Yoongi pleaded.

Finally, his father decided to give him mercy and threw his son to the ground before grabbing a beer and marching towards the torn and ripped couch only metres away.

Yoongi sniffled, looking at his dreadfully blistered hand as he raced to his bedroom, fishing his phone out of his pocket as he did so. He slammed the door to his bedroom and sat by down his door as he looked at the very few contacts on his phone. 

He stopped when he saw one, a smile breaking through on his pink lips.

He tried to control his breathing as he typed his small request, his vision blurred by the inhumane amount of tears clouding his eyes. 

~~~

You:
jiminniee cme get hyugn?

Jiminie:
Omw, hang in there baby
Remember I love you, ok?