𝒟ℴ ℐ𝓉 ℱℴ𝓇 𝒟𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎 | 𝒴ℴℴ𝓃ℳ𝒾𝓃

23

There are descriptions of physical abuse and suggestions toward sexual abuse in this chapter. I will put an A/N before those events come up.

Jimin smiled as he and his mother walked back into the house. "Thanks mom. I'm gonna go check on hyung!" Jimin's father looked at his wife and quickly shook his head. "Baby! Actually, could you come help me? You should give him some more time anyways." Jimin sighed out and pouted. "But I miss him mom, please can I just check on him?" Jimin asked.

Jimin watched as his mother sighed and looked at her husband. He shrugged. "I'm sure he's going to find out eventually. We should just tell him." Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. "Found out what? Tell me what?" Jimin asked. His father shook his head. "I'm gonna go read on the porch, I don't wanna hear it." He said before he left. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows more before he shrugged it off and ran upstairs, wanting so desperately to check in the boy he loved. Jimin stopped once he heard faint whispers from his brother's room and a soft gasp followed by a low moan. Jimin balled his fist as he instantly began to get angry.

Yoongi quickly wiped a tear from his eye before he gripped onto the sheets. He closed his eyes and moaned out as Jihyun moved faster behind him. He felt the younger's hand wrap around his neck and pull back on it. Yoongi looked up at the younger boy and bit his bottom lip as Jihyun smacked his ass. Yoongi gasped as Jihyun suddenly slowed down and thrusted into him harshly, making the elder moan lowly and loudly.

Jihyun smirked and kissed Yoongi roughly before his bedroom door flew off the hinges. He and Yoongi both looked over at Jimin who was fuming. Jimin walked over and tried to pull Yoongi away from his brother, but Jihyun gripped the eldest's hips. "What the fuck?! Fuck off, Jimin!" Jihyun said.

Jimin scoffed and tried to push Jihyun back. "Let go of him! What the fuck is wrong with you?! This isn't what he fucking needs!" Yoongi grimaced as Jimin dug his fingers into his arms and Jihyun dug his into his hips. "It's what he wanted! I didn't take advantage of him, Jimin! He came on to me!" Jihyun shouted as he pulled Yoongi back while Jimin pulled him forward. "Still! You fucking should of known better! Hyung's not going to think rationally right now! We need to take care of him, but not like this!"

Jihyun pulled Yoongi towards him harshly as Jimin did the same, pulling him forward. Yoongi cried out. "Ow! Would you two fucking stop it! You're hurting me!" Yoongi shouted before he shoved them both away. Yoongi got up and put his clothes on before he shoved past Jimin. Jimin grabbed his arm and pulled him close. "Hyung, I think we should go talk to my mom." Yoongi yanked his arm away and turned to face Jimin. "I don't need help! There's nothing wrong with me!"

Jimin widened his eyes and gestured towards Jihyun. "Clearly something is! You never would of had sex with him before!" Yoongi scoffed before he began to laugh. "God! Jimin, why do you fucking care?! I don't want you! Why are you so fucking obsessed with me?!" Yoongi instantly regretted his words as he watched the pain in Jimin's eyes grow. Jimin shoved past Yoongi and walked downstairs.

Yoongi sighed out and looked up at Jihyun who shook his head and finished getting dressed. "That was a bit too far, don't you think, hyung? And I think Jimin was right... you do need help." Jihyun said. Yoongi looked down before he ran down to the room he was staying in. Jimin stormed out of his house after grabbing his car keys. His parents were sitting outside, his mother stood up. "Jimin-" Jimin sniffled and turned back to his mother. "You knew what they were doing... why didn't you stop them?!"

His mother opened her mouth to speak but didn't get to as Jimin stomped down the steps. "Where are you going, Jimin?!" Jimin ignored her and got into his car. He glared at them before he drove away. Yoongi broke down as he began to pack his things. He stopped for a moment to try and calm down before he grabbed his phone. He sat down on the bed and shook his leg as he listened to it ring. After the first three, the other line was picked up.

"Min Yoongi. Where the hell have you been?! Your father won't stop harassing me, asking if you found a way here! What the fuck is wrong with son?! Why would you run away?" Yoongi's mouth shouted at him through the phone. Yoongi sobbed a bit. "Mommy... I don't want to live with him! Why can't I come live with you?" Yoongi wiped his eyes as his mother sighed. "You know you can't do that, Yoongi. I have a new life, I don't think it would be a good idea. You need to stay with your father."

Yoongi cried more. "No! Mommy... he.. he's not nice to me." Yoongi's mother scoffed. "What? He yells at you sometimes? From what I've heard, you deserve it, whoring yourself out to whoever you want? Do you really think that's a good way to live, Yoongi? What happened to you? You use to be such a sweet little boy-" Yoongi became angry, frustrated with his mother not accepting what she already knew deep down. "HE DIED WHEN YOU LEFT HIM!" Yoongi shouted. "He died when you left him in the care of an abusive, sick man! Do you have any clue what he does to me?! Do you even care?!" Yoongi shouted.

Yoongi scoffed as his mother kept quiet. "I should of known better than to think you actually cared. Telling me to call and check in, you saying you love me... that was all just so you wouldn't feel guilty for leaving me with him. Fuck you. I don't need you are anyone else." Yoongi's mother lightly cleared her throat. "Yoongi, go home or else I will call the police on you. And stay home so you and your father leave me alone." She said before she hung up. Yoongi put his phone in his back before he grabbed his things and ran downstairs and out of Jimin's house, Jimin's parents screaming at him to come back as he ran.

{A/N: Past this point, there are descriptions of physical abuse and suggestions toward sexual abuse. Skipping over this part will not mess up the rest of the story for you. But you have been warned twice now.}

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Yoongi panted as he stood in front of the door to his father's house. Yoongi sniffled before he slowly and quietly opened the door. "You're back. Finally came to your fucking senses huh?" Yoongi set his things down next to the front door and timidly stood at the entrance of the living room, his father sat on the couch in front of him. "I'm sorry..." Yoongi whispered. He watched as his father stood up and turned the TV off before he walked over to him. "You're sorry, huh?" His father asked.

Yoongi looked down and nodded, he began to shake a bit as he father got closer. He reached out and gently touched Yoongi's cheek. "You don't seem that sorry. God, you're pathetic." Yoongi flinched as his father grabbed his hair, yanking his head back roughly. "You're so fucking stupid, you knew I'd do worse to you if you ran away. You really thought Jimin was going to help you? Why would anyone help you? Your own brother won't help you and he damn well knows what I do to you."

Yoongi tried to hold back his tears but couldn't. "Daddy please... I'm really sorry..." Yoongi said as he cried. His father scoffed before he shoved Yoongi down onto the floor and got on top of him, smacking him across the face before he lifted his fist up. Yoongi cried out and tried to shove his father away. "I'm sorry!" Yoongi screamed over and over before he screamed out in pain as his father punched him in the eye.

Yoongi's father grabbed him by the shirt and shook him. "You fucking piece of shit! I think I want to find out if you live up to the hype, Huh? Because to me you're just a big fucking cry baby when you get fucked! Remember that?!" Yoongi nodded his head. "I remember... please, I won't cry.... just don't punch me anymore, please?" Yoongi said softly. He watched as his father stood up before he grabbed Yoongi's arm harshly and yanked him off the floor before he shoved him towards the steps. "Fine, I won't as long as you do good, do you understand me?" He asked Yoongi, stopping him on the steps to look into his eyes. Yoongi nodded. "Yes, Daddy." He said softly before they went upstairs.