Hope | Yoonseok

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”There will be so many times you feel like you failed. But in the eyes, ears and mind of your child, you are a  super mom.”

Stephanie Precourt

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Tw / Abuse, mention of rape
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"If you leave, no one else will ever love you again." He uttered, his hand tightly wrapped around Yoongi's wrist. "I can't keep doing this! You're-"

"I'm what!?" Yoongi flinched by the raise in his voice. "Nothing." His voice became small, staring at the ground. "Fucking bitch." A harsh sting played on the side of Yoongi's face, he had slapped him. Yoongi held tightly onto the now bruising spot. "I'm not-" Tears threatened to spill from his eyes. "You're not what? A bitch? You're my bitch."

He stepped closer, biting in Yoongi's neck. "You- ...You're hurting m-me." Yoongi winced in pain. "I will make sure you actually feel pain." He pushed Yoongi down to the floor, ripping his pants off. "No- please I d-don't want to do this." He smacked Yoongi's face again before pinning Yoongi's hands to the ground.

"Shut the fuck up."

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Yoongi snapped out of his daze at the sound of approaching footsteps, he quickly wiped all the tears from his face. Yoongi's father opened up the door, sticking his head in. "Do you want me to drive you to therapy today? I got from work early."

"Thank you dad."

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Jimin walked downstairs, having heard voices in the kitchen. As far as he knew only his mom was home so just in case he went to look. "Mom?" Jimin's mom looked up, beckoning Jimin to come closer. "Your friend offered to let you join to Japan." Jimin looked around, spotting Namjoon and his father. "What?"

"Honey, go with them! It's a good life expierence for you!"

"But what about y-"

"I have to work anyway, you'd just be alone... My heart won't be able to take that another year so please go with them... For me." Jimin looked from his mom to Namjoon. "Are you sure?" Namjoon flashed him a smile. "Of course." Jimin smiled, happiness twinkling in his eyes. "Thank you..." He turned to Namjoon's father. "Thank you Mr. Kim." Namjoon's father laughed. "It's no problem."

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"So are you joining us to Daegu?" Taehyung looked up from his laptop when Yoongi walked through the door. "Yup." He said, sitting down with a sigh. "I'll go beat him up for you next time I see him."

"No, he has a valid reason."

"What is a valid reason to not introduce your fucking boyfriend to your parents-"

"He's not out. To them, at least." Taehyung fell silent, his mouth shaping an o form. "Oh- that's.... That was unexpected." Yoongi nodded, rubbing his forehead. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... No- I- ... I got mad at him for it and now I feel bad." Taehyung put his laptop away, cuddling up to Yoongi. "I'm sure he understands Yoongi."

"I'm going to bed." Yoongi pushed Taehyung off and stood up.

"Your mom is making dinner-"

"Don't care."

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Jimin peaked around the corner, his mother was heavily sighing while looking at all the bills in front of her. "Mom?" She looked behind her, the bags under her eyes evident. "What is it sweetie?"

"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" She looked at the red numbers on all the papers before looking back at Jimin and shaking her head. "This is my responsibility Jimin. You just keep saving up for school okay?" Jimin dropped his shoulder. "But-"

"Jimin, I mean it."

"But mom your boss doesn't even pay you fairly!" She walked up to her son, rubbing his arms. "It's the only job I can have... I have to pay for all the mistakes I made in the past. I'm sorry for putting you into this situation, I thought I could handle it." Jimin hugged his mother. "I know what I want for my birthday."

"Two months after? Took you awhile." She smiled up at him. Jimin pulled an envelope from his pocket, handing it to his mother. With a puzzled expression she opened it before looking back at Jimin. "For my birthday I want those bills paid." Shocked, she counted the money, it was more than enough to pay off her debts. "Jimin how did you get this money?"

"...Work."

"I know damn well that the restaurant doesn't pay you that much, where did you get this from?" Jimin pressed his lips in a thin line before speaking up. "Doesn't matter, I earned it by doing work." Jimin looked with saddened eyes at his mother.  "Sweetheart what have you done?" She reached out, cupping her son's face.

Jimin's lip trembled, tears building up in his eyes. "Something no mother could be proud of." His voice broke, he quickly blinked away his tears. "Now pay the bills." He pulled away from his mother's touch before running upstairs. Her eyes followed him before he disappeared out of her sight.

"Oh Jiminie. I'm so sorry." She whispered after him, knowing he wouldn't hear it.