Mystery Boy- Yoonminseok -DISCONTINUED-

16

"Yoongi and I fucked."

There was a loud crash. When I looked in the direction of the noise, I saw an angry Yoongi, with the wrack of music stands on the ground.

"Why'd you have to tell him? I could've done that myself!" He yelled. Yoongi raised his hand to hit me. I cowered on fear, waiting to be hit. He whipped his hand so fast, that I could hear the air running against his hit. When he hit me, I couldn't feel it for a while. I guess it was the adrenaline.

Then I felt it.

The stinging, it hurt so bad I was seeing white. I fell, but that didn't stop Yoongi from kicking and punching me. This wasn't a big deal, right? Everyone accepts him...

Even though Yoongi was still abusing me, I felt nothing. It doesn't hurt as much as it does at home...

But I guess from blood loss or pressure, I passed out. Hoseok was just... standing there... what are you doing, Hobi? I thought you still liked me...

(After Jimin passed out, Hoseok's P.O.V)

"What did you do to him! He looks practically dead!" I say, looking at a bloody, pale Jimin. I go to him and pick him up, holding him in my arms.

"What do you think you're doing? I took care of him. He won't be a problem in our relationship now." Yoongi said nonchalantly. I could feel his gaze on me, but I ignored him. I looked at Jimin.

"I'm calling an ambulance."

"What? No!"

"Yes. I am. You can't stop me. I care for him, and if you let him stay like this he could be out for a long time, you want that?"

"I- ugh, fine. Call a fucking ambulance. I don't care."

I held onto Jimin as I was calling, and in his subconsciousness, he wrapped his body around me like a koala. "Yes... I'm at BigHit high school... I'll meet you out there. Thank you." I hung up.

"You're gonna be just fine, Jiminie..."

(Time skip, at the hospital. Still Hoseok's P.O.V)

The front desk lady looked at me. "Are you related to him or are you his significant other?"

"N-" I cut Yoongi off.

"Yes. He's my boyfriend."

"Who's he then?" She looked at Yoongi.

"This might be confusing but... He's Jimin's other boyfriend."

Yoongi looked at me, his expression saying 'what the fuck?'

The lady sighed and looked up at me. "Second floor, room 214."

"Thank you!" I chirped. I walked over to the elevator and pressed the up arrow button. Now we wait.

~

I walked through the hallways of the hospital. "208... 212... Oh! 214!" I knocked on the door. A doctor opened the door.

"Oh, are you two Mr. Park's boyfriend?"

"Yes, I am doctor."

"Oh, please call me Namjoon."

"Okay, thanks for telling me Namjoon!"

He chuckled, but his face went serious within seconds. "Um, can you tell me what exactly happened?"

"I don't know Namjoon, I just found him in an empty classroom like this." I looked over at Jimin in a hospital bed. He was awake, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Yoongi with fear in his eyes. I felt so bad for him... Why did Yoongi even do that?

I snapped out of my thoughts when Namjoon spoke again, "Would you like to know what happened to him?" I nodded.

Namjoon smiled at me and walked towards Jimin's bed. "I have to ask you these questions, are you okay with these two here with us?" Jimin nodded. "Also, can I tell them what harm was caused to you?" Namjoon added. Jimin was hesitant this time but nodded again.

Both of them looked at me and Yoongi. Jimin looked at Yoongi, while doctor Namjoon looked at me.

"Okay, Jimin." Jimin looked at Namjoon.

"How long have you been cutting yourself?"

I gasped. Yoongi looked shocked. I think he didn't expect Jimin to hurt himself...

Jimin reached for a notepad from the bed next to him, writing something down.

"It says since he was eleven years old."

I gasped again, tears rolling down my cheeks. Yoongi reached to hold my hand, but I slapped it away. I don't want to see him right now. He hurt Jimin so badly, and Jimin was hurting himself at the same time.

"Are the people hurting you at school the only ones that hurt you?"

Jimin scribbled a few words on his notepad.

"It matters if it's bad or not."

Jimin wrote some more.

Namjoon looked up at me. "You..."

Jimin scrambled to sit up and shook his head vigorously.

"Then... who?"

Jimin's eyes looked around the room, going from Namjoon to Yoongi, then to me. He slowly wrote something on his notepad.

"Oh... Jimin, we gotta tell someone. You can't say that this has been happening for years and not go to anyone for this!"

Jimin looked over at Namjoon, his eyes pleading.

"No, Jimin."

I was so confused. I spoke up between their argument, "Can you please tell me what's happening?"

"Jimin... His father has been abusing him ever since his mom died... Which was when he was six years old..."

I snapped my head to glare at Yoongi. His face's color was drained, his eyes had tears in his eyes. "No..." He mumbled.

"Why... is he writing on a notepad?" I asked.

"That's what I was just going to tell you. Jimin, he was hit in the throat multiple times, and his vocal cords have been damaged. He will heal, but it's going to take time."

I looked at poor Jimin. Tears were strolling down his cheeks.

Yoongi must've felt bad, for he walked over to Jimin's bed. Halfway there, Jimin realized what was happening and the sad look in his eyes was replaced with fear, with how wide they were. He tried to scramble backward, but to no avail, due to his hospital bed. You could see his struggle. I quickly grabbed Yoongi's arm and yanked him away from Jimin.

"Oh, and Jimin won't want to be around people... He's been beaten to the point where he can't trust anyone. He's probably scared of people. Don't try to go near him, unless he says you can." I nodded at Namjoon's words. He's right, Jimin must be terrified. Especially since Yoongi was the one to hurt him...

Soon after, it was time for Yoongi and I to leave. While we were walking down the hallways again, he tried to grab my hand but I slapped it away again.

"What's the problem? Can't I hold my boyfriend's hand?" Yoongi stopped and looked at me. I turned to face him.

"That's just the thing..."

"What? What's so bad with me wanting to hold your hand? Oh, let me guess. Jimin," He spat at me. I was hurt by his words, but I won't let them get to me. I looked at him, ready to confess the thing that has been haunting my mind ever since we found out about Jimin.

"I'm breaking up with you."

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welp

I didn't mean to make this chapter like this but- im not starting over.

I didn't write all of this for nothing -_-