Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Yoongi groaned.

It was dinner, meaning he had to talk to his fucking parents again.

"Would you please get dressed quickly. Mrs. and Mr. Min are waiting for you, sir." Sungjae insisted from behind the door.

"Oh yeah, why don't you come in here and help me, huh?" Yoongi remarked.

There was a silence.

Yoongi smirked, he knew he had managed to embarrass the servant.

"Now go away, and let me change." Yoongi spoke, slipping into his formal wear.

Why were his parents so keen to dress him for every occasion? I mean, who the fuck makes their child wear a dress shirt for a family dinner?

Yoongi grumbled curses to himself as he followed Sungjae down to the dining room.

Usually, Yoongi didn't sit with his family for dinner and kept refusing until they gave up and sent his food to his bedroom. Yoongi always smiled to himself, he loved being a stubborn bitch. He loved ignoring his dad's requests.

Since his father was probably the richest business man in the entire country, nobody dared cross him or fail to meet his expectations. But Yoongi did the exact thing just to piss him off.

Yeah, that's what it fucking feels like.

Ever since his mother, Min Areum was sniped by some assassins, his father had stopped caring about him. He ignored Yoongi, putting his work ahead of his son and letting Yoongi do whatever the hell he wanted.

Yoongi could rob a bank and his father would go, "Can't you see that dad's fucking busy? Go away, Yoongi."

Yeah fucking right.

Yoongi sat on the familiar dinner table as Seokjin glanced at him with an expression that said 'I tried.' Seokjin always tried to convince their parents to leave Yoongi alone and to stop forcing him to be with them but his stubborn parents wouldn't just listen. No wonder, Yoongi had the same quality.

"Sit down, Yoongi." His father said.

"Yoongi, I know we don't usually make you sit with us but your father needs to talk to you." Yeojin twirled the fork in between her thin perfect fingers.

Yes, Yoongi hated her with every living cell in his body, but that didn't mean that she wasn't beautiful.

She had a perfect, hooked nose, plump, beautiful lips and hazel, almond shaped eyes. Her long, brown, silky hair draped over her shoulders. She didn't look her age at all. Who would have believed that this woman was over thirty years old.

"And what is that?" Yoongi looked at his father.

"Yoongi, I will be giving you a speech to prepare. You may know that I will be having a meeting with our employees, workers and few of my partners by the end of the week and I want you to be the heir of Min Industries."

"What. The. Fuck?" Yoongi asked, "I don't wanna be your fucking heir, I hardly even care about the fucking business."

"Language." Yeojin scolded.

"Shut up. You're not my mother." Yoongi snapped, Seokjin realising that he was going too far.

"Um, Yoongi. Calm down-"

"Calm down?! Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Yoongi, I have decided that you will be my heir and that is final. You have to prepare the speech by the end of the week." His father growled, "And if I remember correctly, you said that you were gay so I have also found you a suitable husband."

"What the fuck?! I haven't even met the guy- Fuck off! You can't force me to do any of this shit!" Yoongi yelled.

"Your brother was more than willing to be the heir to my business yet I still want you. He's perfect for the business in every way but you are going to be the heir and that's final!" He barked. "And you are getting married to the boy I have picked!"

"Fuck you! If you think Seokjin is so perfect why don't you make him the heir? I don't wanna fucking be the heir! I don't give a single flying shit about your business! And you shouldn't either!" Yoongi screeched, "Give a flying shit about me, dad! I'm your fucking son! Everything I do is to get you to notice that I fucking exist but you just don't fucking do! You don't even care about me, all you care about is your motherfucking work and how much money you're making! The only person in this fucking house who cares about me in the slightest is Seokjin hyung. I fucking hate you!"

And with that, Yoongi threw his plate off the table, hot tears gathering in his eyes as he stomped back to his room with an empty stomach.

Yeojin, Mr. Min, and Seokjin remained there in silence.

"I think I'll go check on him." Seokjin spoke, excusing himself front the table and walking up to his step-brother's room.

-

"Yoongi?" Seokjin opened his bedroom door and walked up towards Yoongi, who was sobbing onto his pillow. "Yoonie, you'll ruin the pillow and your make-up. Stop crying, you'll get frown lines."

Yoongi just sobbed harder. Seokjin could see tears dampening the pillowcase.

"Yoongi." Seokjin spoke softly, wrapping his arms around his step-brother.

Yoongi hugged him back and sobbed onto his shoulder. Seokjin didn't care that his $2000 sweater was being ruined. Right now, his only concern was Yoongi.

"It's okay, Yoonie." Seokjin patted his back.

"Why do they hate me, hyung?" Yoongi's voice cracked. "I try so hard. Why don't I stop trying?"

"They don't hate you. Well, they don't like you either." Seokjin tried, he didn't really know if their parents liked Yoongi or not. He was still confused about this whole thing but he tried. For Yoongi.

"To be honest, I don't know." Seokjin admitted, "I don't really like our parents either. But they feed us and fill our human needs, and I'm thankful for that. You should be too."

Yoongi quietly cried, as he tried to take in his brother's words.

"My mom seems to like you, but you don't care about her. Step-father likes me, but all I care about is making my mother proud. I'm pretty confused myself, Yoonie."

"But what should I- I do, hyung? They won't forgive me for lashing out on them like that?" Yoongi asked.

"Just apologize." Seokjin rubbed the blond boy's back. "And try to prepare the speech, dad was talking about. Just try to be the heir. I know you won't like it but you have to try, Yoonie."

"B-but what about that guy, dad wanted me to marry? I don't wanna get married to some random guy I don't know." Yoongi rubbed his eyes.

"Well, I'm not too sure about this. You could see, maybe you'll like him, Yoonie. Maybe he'll be a nice guy." Seokjin suggested.

"And what if he isn't?" Yoongi wiped away the tears on his face.

"Well, then I'll kill him." Seokjin joked as an attempt to lighten up his mood. And apparently, it worked.

Yoongi let out a soft laugh, "You're amazing, hyung." Yoongi hugged his brother.

"I know," Seokjin chuckled, "Since you didn't eat, I brought you some food." Seokjin gave him the plate of lasagna that he had insisted to help their private chef make.

"Thanks." Yoongi smiled.

"No problem."

-

"So, about the mission. Well, it's a bit out of your... let's say, zone."

"What exactly do you mean by that, Namjoon?" Hoseok asked, squinting his eyes.

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a/n:

double update bitch