♤Intruders♤ BTSxYoongi au

Chapter 3

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Salty water flowed out of both of their crystal brown orbs. The cold winter breeze swirled through the house of hurtful memories.

"Why," A 12 year old yoongi sobbed out to his father, "Why did you bring me back here when you clearly said to get out if I'm not a part of this family. I know you don't see me as your son anymore, I'm just a stranger in this house now aren't I?"

Yoongi's father sniffled and reach a hand to hold Yoongi's, only for his son to cringe away in fear, "Yoonie, I never said that I don't see you as my son. I was only acting out of anger then. Don't bring yourself down because of my stupid doings!"

"But that's all people do! Only act because of their emotions and never logic. When you 'acted out of anger' you only thought of yourself and never cared about how you tore my heart, my soul and I into shreds because of that! I used to look up to you. The perfect husband for an alcoholic wife, the perfect father of a beautiful child, the perfect citizen representing our country, the most perfect human in the world. You and hyung are the most perfect being ever! He is the favourite child while I'm just a mistake. He has the brains and I'm just a dumb bitch! He has good looks, while I look like a fucking ghost. He has fucking everything I craved for! You guys left me in the dust and waltzed your way up to where you are now. But who worked their ass off to provide money for us when you couldn't, who supported you guys when no one even took a second glance at you, who never left... even when you left them to rot with the corpses. Tell me! Tell me who risked their life just for you to be happy and genuinely smile at them instead of showing that arching frown that's glued to your faces! Who!" Young Yoongi's knees gave in and he collapsed onto the hardwood floor. His veiney stick fingers holding and pulling at a tight grip on his raven black locks. He shook his head violently and banged his little fists against his delicate skull.

"You! You did Yoongi. You did. And I'm- no, we're so thankful to have you in our lives. I shouldn't have taken you for granted just because you resemble your mother too much," His father rushed to Yoongi's side and gently pulled his hands away from his fragile head. Yoongi's father cradled the brittle child in his arms and whispered soft nothings that went right through one of Yoongi's ears and straight out the other.

"W-what?" Yoongi trembled in the firm hold of his father, "you take me for granted because I'm like mom? Because I can't defend myself? 'Cause I'm not built like you and hyung, 'cause I'm weak? You take me for granted because i'm more feminine than a stereotypical man should be? Why... it's not like I have a disability or anything. I'm just 12 daddy. Why do I need to be masculine now, I'm only 12. If you think that way then stay away from me. Stay far back, don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even think about me."

His father regretted every single word that came out of his sinful mouth when he heard his child merely whimper. He wished he could have been there for his youngest son when he was hurting. Yoongi weakly attempted to push his father away with his noodle arms and pale, thin legs. His father released his grip on his son and could only watch his youngest son stumble away and out the front door, as far as his body would allow him to go before collapsing. Yoongi's father resisted the erge to run after his little baby, because the child's words drilled into his brain, keeping him rooted onto the floor.