With You from Beginning to End (BTS X Non-Binary reader)

Hurting

It was early morning when you finally slipped into your house with bags of groceries in your arms. You quietly set your things down and quietly open the fridge, the air inside of it was stale and smelled of various types of alcohol. As you finished putting things away your gaze turned to the small stack of papers that sat next to the now-empty bags. Your mind went back to the conversation you had with Hoseok over dessert. 

You took the papers into your hand and made your way back to your room. As you opened your door you could hear stirring from behind you and then shattering of glass. You quietly turn around and see your father stumbling over his chair and knocking over various things in his attempt to stand. You quickly open your door, to set the papers in your room, and then turn to face your father.

"I thought you were asleep?" You said keeping yourself as calm as possible.

**Trigger Warning**: GRAPHIC AND SENSITIVE MATERIAL AHEAD: Alcohol abuse and emotional/mental abuse by parent. please skip if this could be triggering. 

"I was... but you just....had to be here... didn't you?" he said his speech slurring.

"Dad, I live here?" Though there was no point in trying to justify yourself to a drunk it never stopped you from trying, he made his way over to you, a half-empty bottle of beer in his hand.

"And so what... you were out so late, what was even the point of you coming home?" he mumbled, only half of what he said was coherent. You stayed silent as he was finally standing right in front of you though he was very obviously swaying and reeked of alcohol.

"You know, you don... you don't deserve all this... freedom I give you, fuck, like if you're gonna exist... be fucking useful or something..." he says in a dramatic motion, waving his hands through the air causing beer to be flung everywhere.

"Why are you... even alive anymore" he said dropping his hands, though you weren't sure if he was talking to you are himself. 

"Dad, look I'm sorry-" you were cut off by him throwing the bottle of beer against the wall. Shards of glass fly through the air some of them catching in your clothes or cutting through your skin. 

"You better be sorry!" he yells, his voice piercing through your ears, "it's your fault I'm like this!" although he was drunk those words were very clear and precise without a hint of alcohol behind it. You could feel the anger and sorrow behind that statement though you knew they were only now being said thanks to his drinking. You felt like your legs were going to collapse as you just had to stand there pressed against your door as he drunkenly punched the wall to the side of you creating a gaping hole to the side of your door. You stare at him wide-eyed as he stumbles backward, he finds himself backed up against the wall, after regaining his stance a bit he tries to charge at you again. 

You attempt to get into your bedroom to hide, but as soon as you managed to slip inside, your father grabs you by the collar and throws you against the wall. You gasp in pain as your head hits the wall while you try to stand, you're kicked in the stomach, causing you to nearly vomit all the while he constantly screaming profanities and yelling. You hit the floor among the beer and glass, you feel a searing pain in your right forearm, and feel as warm blood rushes down and into the palm of your hand. 

Your father once again attempts to throw his fist at you as soon as you stand up again, however, you manage to duck below it and get behind him as his own momentum flings him forward and onto the ground. Before he has the chance to get up again, you fling yourself into your room, quickly locking it in the process.

He loudly tries banging on the door, persistently throwing his body at it from what you can tell. You feel hot tears stream down your face, as you rush to grab your backpack. You press your body up against the door hoping that would do something if your father was able to breakthrough. You looked up to your ceiling, tears and blood were practically streaming out of your body, and your head was spinning so much you felt dizzy.