Little Problems - Yoonmin

Chapter 3- Mercilessly

Jimin POV

"F-f-father, hi!" I stuttered.

I'm always supposed to be home before my father gets home. The last time I was late I couldn't properly stand up for the next 2 days.

"Jimin..." He takes another step forward. "Do you know what rule you broke?" Another step.

I step back, fearing another beating. I havent had one in some days, but I'm still sore from the last one.

Father slams his fist into the wall and i jump. As he  rushes down the stairs I back up against the front door.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT RULE YOU BROKE?!" He yells in my face. I look down, afraid to meet his eyes.

"I didnt come home before you did." I mumble.

SMACK

Grasping my right cheek, I press my back further against the door. He's going to beat me. I'm going to get hurt. Tears spring in my eyes, and I begin to feel my little side surface.

He grabs me by my hair and pulls me towards the living room. I try to get away, but another slap stops me.

I begin to shake. I dont want another beating! I hate this so much. Why cant I just be happy? I would've been better off going with those 2 me earlier. Why didnt I?

As we enter the living room, father throws me against the wall, and kicks me in the stomach. I bend over in pain.

Yay...another broken rib.

"YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A SON!" KICK.

"YOU IDIOT!" KICK

"YOU FUCKING RETARD!" KICK

"NO WONDER SHE DIED. SHE COULDN'T STAND YOUR FACE!" KICK.

While I'm continuously faced with a wave of kicks, I realize something.

The only way to survive is to run.

I roll away before he could kick me again, and jump up. Sprinting towards the door, I can hear his heavy footsteps behind me.

Twisting the door knob, I manage to make it outside, but before I can go far, I feel my hand being pulled back.

"NO!" I begin to scream and kick. One kick makes contact with his face, and we both fall down.

I freeze.

I've never hit my father before. Now, he looks the angriest he has ever been.

Before I can react, he had pulled me up again, and back into the house. I try to get away, but his hand encircles around my throat.

As he holds me up against the wall, he continues to hit and kick and slap me.

I'm running out of air, but my fingers clawing at his hand do me no good. He kicks me in the groin, and pain shoots up between my legs. I think he breaks more ribs as well.

Wow...so this is how it ends. I think. Guess it's my own fault.

Black spots begin to appear, and my lungs feel like fire. My vision blurs as tears stream down my face.

At least I can be with Mom now.

Hoseok POV

It was about 10 minutes camping outside Jimins house when we heard his screaming.

Looking up, I see Jimin struggling in his father's arms before being dragged back into the house.

Jungkook reacts before I could, and runs up to the porch. But when he goes to turn the knob, the door is locked. I can hear Jimin screaming, and Jungkook looks scared.

"Stand back!" Jungkook pushes me behind him, and starts to kick the door in. Eventually, the door breaks open, and we run into a sight that makes my blood boil.

His dad was holding him against the wall, while punching the life out of him. Jimin's face was blue, while his bloody dinner scratched at his father's hands.

Jungkook pulled his father off and began to beat him against the wall, w hii ike I ran to Jimin. He was gasping for breath, and crying. I reached to him, and he makes eye contact with me before passing out. I picked him up and took him outside to our van. Jungkook follows after, and I dial Yoongi's number before speeding off.

"What?" He sounded like we woke him up.

"We have a situation! Hos father beat the hell out of him and I need Jin to prepare his medical things, quick!"

"IS HE OKAY?!" Yoongi started freaking out.

"Yes, but he beat up really bad! His son was choking him and beating him and Jimi tried running away but his dad dragged him back into the house!" I was hyperventilating. No one should have to go through that. No one.

Yoongi began to breathe hard on the other line, and crashing sounds began to sound. He must be so angry.

I gripped harder on the steering wheel, and began to speed until Jungkook placed his hand on my shoulder.

"He will be okay, Yoongi. We are on the way. Dont freak out too much, okay?"

Yoongi tool a deep breath. "Okay. I'll see you when you get here."

"Alright."

Silence remained, until Jungkook began speaking.

"Hyung, do you think..." he paused, gulped, and them looked me in the eyes. "Do you think Jimin will be happy? With us?"

I smiled. "Of course. He can finally be free from his hell of a father, be little all hewants, and will have Yoongi."

"I hope so."

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Author here!
I totally freestyles this chapter, but I'm really proud of it! I hope you liked it, even if it was....darkish..