Black

06

Yoongi woke up with stomach pain. He rubbed his temples before sitting up. He stood up and ran to the bathroom.

He threw up last nights mini dinner and a bit of blood.

He sat on the floor next to the toilet. He couldn't take it anymore.

He cried and cried. Finally he stood up and called Jimin.

"Yoongi? It's three in the morning. Something wrong?" His voice was deep and hoarse.

"My step dad-" Jimin cut him off before he could finish. He knew how abusive his step dad was. "Hurry and come over and explain."

Yoongi hung up and put his shoes on. He left the house and walked to Jimin's house which was seven houses away.

He sighed as he opened the door. Jimin was fine with Yoongi just walking in the house like that. He took his shoes off and walked upstairs.

He walked to his room and opened the door. He took his sweater off and got in the covers with Jimin. "So what happened? And why is your hair pink?"

"That's what happened. When you left from work, Hoseok Stayed behind and we talked for some time. He had a hair appointment and invited me to go so I did. He dyed his hair orange cause I wanted him to do it that color. Then I did and he wanted it pink so it's pink now."

"Then?" "The whole wig thing happened but I guess I didn't cover it well enough because he saw it and pulled it off. Then beat the shit out of me because I didn't ask for permission."

Jimin frowned and looked at his cheek. "Is that why-" He nodded.

Jimin sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "You and Hoseok would be cute together. I swear if he ever hurts you I'll rip his dick off."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say Jimin." Yoongi closed his eyes and sighed. He was always the type to look strong. He wasn't.

He could say the smallest word and just break. He was afraid. Under his selfish self, he was scared. 

He wanted someone to take that fear away. Jimin could try but it wasn't the same.

He was scared that one day his mother would be taken away so brutally.

He was afraid that everything he had was going too disappear.

He was afraid of everything.

A small tear slid down his face.

Soon, he drifted to sleep.