skip this chapter if you are triggered by the mentioning of abuse please
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the house seemed to tremble, his father footsteps echoing closer and closer with every second. though only 5, yoongi knew the drill. grabbing his tattered teddy, he scrambled to get into his small closet, tripping over the toys that littered his bedroom floor.
this seemed to be yoongi's nightly ritual since his mother left. his father would come home, completely plastered and looking to seek revenge on anything he could get his hands on. whether it be the furniture or the rascal of a child his wife had left him with.
while yoongi couldn't remember much about his mother beside her warmth and soothing voice, he often wondered what kind of person could leave a vulnerable child with such a person.
yoongi's heart dropped when he heard the familiar creak of his bedroom door and the drunken pants of his father approaching closer. his chubby fingers entwined themselves into teddys brown fur, praying to whatever god there was that his father would leave the closet door closed.
as light shone across yoongi's hiding spot, he gave up all hope of escaping this night unscathed.
a/n
sorry for the annoyingly short chapter. I needed some kind of intro thing before I got into the actual story.
