Anagapesis

8

As Jimin got out of the car, thanking the driver of course, he walked slowly to the door feeling uneasy for some reason. He slowly unlocked the door. The lights were on but for some reason it was again awfully quite. Walking inside the house, he slipped of his shoes. Just about to head to his room he heard a voice behind him.
"Jimin"
A low, harsh, emotionless voice spoke.
Then he felt flash backs. He wanted to break down right then and there. He regrets being so weak. Regrets being so useless. He wanted to be better, not just for himself, but for ARMY. What would they say if they saw him in this condition? They would probably be disappointed in him like every one else is. The others were right, he has no purpose here. As his thoughts were roaming, he didn't notice the harsh tug on his wrist until he was kicked right in the ass falling onto his knees.
"I fucking called your name. Are you death. Why the fuck are you so shit at everything. Your a disgrace. We all hate you. Why the hell do you even speak a word of us outside without our permission. This is why your always a last pick for Army. And this is for the bitch existence."
Being beaten wasn't really a big deal after all this time but after what happened, kidnapped, raped, abused afterwards, it was like all flashbacks came at once making him shake violently. He then felt more hits reminding him now that all members were probably kicking or hitting him. His ass still hurt and the hickeys were all throbbing badly still. The scars from his first beating were still visible and probably even still bruised. He was now sobbing, it was hard for him to breath. The dirty touches those people gave him make him feel like a slut. These beatings make him feel worthless. He feels betrayed. Used. Played with. Worthless. Empty. Weak. Fat. Disgusting. Ugly. Despicable. So much more he cannot express all in this sitting.

Finally after what seemed like hours, it's stopped. All seven members had all little throbbing in their hearts but they couldn't help their bitterness from taking over. They laughed right in front of him. It felt so cold. Jimin hadn't even moved for the past hour. Once they left into their own separate rooms they finally realized what they have done. Leaving a cold almost dead Jimin on the floor. They didn't even recognize him from all the blood. Did they really go too far? Why was there so much blood? They felt so bad. But why, after all this time why? Was it because now they finally see all the pain he was going through? They didn't know.

The next day they woke up to a rather quite house. All members meet at the hallway ready to go down stairs and see Jimin cooking his pathetic effort of making food for them but instead they saw nothing. An empty kitchen. It was also left how it was yesterday. They suddenly remembered what happened the night before. Guilt rushing through them. They left Jimin on the floor lifeless. They all quickly walked to his room before harshly opening it. What they saw pained their hearts. Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung has tears flowing down his face. While Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook were in shock. Once opening the door they saw a naked Jimin with only his boxers on washing himself with a cloth and bowl, his once perfect body, now a wreck with scars, scratches, hickeys, and whip slashings from that dirty night, on display. Bloody clothes were next to him. They saw him slowly put the cloth in and out of the water to rinse himself off, rubbing himself as hard as he can to get himself as pure as possible even though he knows things will never be the same. It all happened so fast. Pure pain can't describe the eyes that were once filled with so much happiness. All members watched until he was done, examining the boy who they had broken and abandoned. As Jimin stood up to change his body can be seen with more scars, that were even deeper. That's when they all had tears streaming. Jimin sobbed more and more as each mark was touched by the each piece of clothe. Each sob punched each of their hearts. All the noise quickly caught Jimin's attention causing him to look behind. His eyes widen, panicked, anxiety seeping in, he fell to the floor and scooted to the nearest wall covering his eyes and whispering sweet things to himself. The sight broke the others. All they saw was a gentle boy. A gentle boy who was badly hurting. A gentle boy who didn't deserve anything bad. Jin was the first to take a move as he gently but quickly went up to Jimin, being careful not to startle the small figure. He sat down in front of him with a gentle face. It's been ages since they've faced each other like this. Jimin couldn't look up, too scared of the guy who treat him like his own child then treating him like a person who killed his own mother. Jin lifted the smallest face, the sight was heart breaking. Jimin's face had cuts all over it, scars still bleeding and not to mention his puffy crying face that still looked weak from not eating all this time. Jin gently touched all his wounds, the younger shaking and making tiny noises that reflected the pain. The older knew they had to help him. Help their once family.