Sinner II Vmin

Trouble

Romans 4:7  "What joy for those whose disobedience is forgiven, whose sins are put out of sight."... Lord, how come I always get punished?

    "How did you get in? Both of my parents are at work." Right now, we both sat on my bed. I was feeling a bit better and significantly more relaxed. "It was unlocked." He states simply. I'm so dumb, how did I forget to lock the door,?  "So you just invited yourself in? What the heck Taehyung?" I ask realizing the situation.  "Don't say it like that. That makes it sound creepy.". "I mean, cause it is. Normal people knock, ya know.".  "Forget about me, you're the one who didn't lock the door. Imagine that it wasn't me who came in, but a psychopath serial killer or something." The taller boy argues.  Before I could argue back, I hear the front door open and close.  "Jimin!"  Fuck, it's my father. Trying to calm my trembling body, I answer him. "Yes papa.". His next words, left me frozen cold.  "Why was the door unlocked?" Turning to Taehyung, he looks at me with a guilty expression.  My jaw felt as though it was locked, lips like they were sewn shut. All kinds of horrible scenarios played in my mind, as I heard my father's steps up the stairs. He had the most ferocious look when he came in to our view. However, once he spotted Taehyung the anger melted away. It's insane to think about how easily he switched. Literally in a blink of an eye his expression changed. "Hello Taehyung. What're you doing here?" Suddenly he's acting all polite and formal. His tone more warm to others, however I can still hear the underlying malice.  "Hello Mr. Park. I came to check up on Jimin because he's been very down lately." Taehyung was nervous, I could tell. His voice was a bit shaky and his eyes were wide. He saw how my father mysteriously changed his behavior.  "That's unfortunate. I'm always so busy that I haven't noticed. I'll have to talk to him about it." I could hear the fake empty clear as day. There is no way he will ever care about how I'm feeling.  "Thank you though, for caring about my son. We would like to spend some time alone now though." My father spoke with a smile this whole time, but his eyes were completely cold. Taehyung got up and we locked eyes. I gave him a desperate look, as if to say 'save me'. My father ushered him out the door before we could exchange anymore glances. Now I'm screwed.

(Taehyung's pov)

   I have a horrible feeling in my gut right now. Something's going to happen, and I don't think it's good. The front door is closed, this time his father locked it. Sneaking around the back of their house, I spot the back door. Testing it, I twist the door knob. It was unlocked which is a bad thing, but good in my case. Carefully I tip toe into the house. Yelling rang throughout the whole house, making me flinch. Harsh words were thrown, directed towards the fragile boy. The only person I could hear was his father, Jimin was mute. Quietly I make my way up the stairs, attempting to be as silent as possible. They were still in Jimin's bedroom. When going upstairs you can see Jimin's room a few feet in front of you. His parent's bedroom was to the right and another room was to my left. I couldn't see clearly into his room because his father was blocking most of the view.  "P-papa please. W-we weren't doing anything bad p-papa, I promise." Jimin's voice was pleading. My heart felt heavy witnessing the abuse. I wanted to do something, but my feet were cemented in place.   "Shut up!" Mr. Park shouted enraged, followed by a back handed slap to Jimin's cheek. Not long after, a kick directed to his stomach which knocked him down. The tears are rivers flowing down his beet red cheeks.  "P-papa stop." The beaten down boy whimpered out.  "You're a disgrace to this damn world." He spat, reaching down to grab him again. Before I could stop myself, I yelled "Stop!" With unbelievable speed Mr. Park's head snapped in my direction. He completely disregarded Jimin and stalked towards me. It was like I was his prey and he's the predator. "What are you still doing here?" His voice dangerously low, sparking a pit of fear within me.  "Sir, what you did to Jimin is not ok. That's abuse, I should-" My words were cut off by a hand on my shirt. He yanked me by the hem of my shirt, pulling me closer. "Listen to me and listen to me good. Do not tell me what to do with my son. I don't care about what you say, nothing is going to change. There is nothing you can say or do about it. You're just a child, who's gonna believe you? No one. Now I suggest you stop trying to intervene. Next time I catch you coming to our house without your parents, it's over. I don't think you realize, but technically you broke into our house just now which is against the law. That means I can call the cops on you. So get the fuck out of my house, and stay out!" He snarled, shoving me towards the stairs. Fuck, he's not wrong. Which is why I need a plan. Don't worry Park Jimin, I'll save you.