Sunshine (SOPE)

Baby Boy 🌝

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"GET UP!" A voice screeched. The warm covers that once covered the body of Min Yoongi were ripped away and allowed the cold to creep inside of his bones. The drapes to the window were harshly yanked open until they practically fell off and sunlight invaded the once dark room.

"Get your ass up you no good for nothing son of a bitch!" The voice, belonging to Min Yoongi's mother, continued.

Yoongi knew better than to disobey his mother and hopped out of bed, pressing his tiny feet on the cold, wooden floor. The entire house was chilled to the point where Yoongi could see the fog emitted from his breath and hear the sound of his teeth chattering together.

"Get your ass down those stairs and into the kicthen, boy. Your "father" and I are hungry- faster! Move faster or so help me God." The women threatened. Yoongi let a whimper escape through his delicate lips before scrambling down the stairs.

The downstairs foyer was trashed with crushed Bud Light cans littering the ground, orange pill bottles (some full others empty) scattering the tables as well as a few discarded heroine needles. It was a clutter and Yoongi had a strong dislike for it. Each step was full of cautiousness for you never knew what you would step on, and poor Yoongi was barefoot.

"Agh!" Yoongi squeaked out when he was yanked into the kitchen. The man, his "father", pushed him towards the stove. Yoongi stumbled over his feet and ended up slamming his forehead on the corner. A slight trickle of liquid soon made its presence and splashed the familiar red color on the floor, decorating it with Yoongi's pain.

"The food ain't going to cook itself. Hurry up now, boy."

Ignoring his injuries for now, Yoongi winced as he crouched down to find the pan. The bruises that decorated his body were still fresh and caused immense pain on the receiver.

Pots and pans were soon pulled from the counters as well as ingredients for breakfast. Yoongi figured a simple meal of bacon, eggs, and grits would be enough to satisfy his parents. It's not like he had much of an option, the family of three were low on income. The small sum of money that slipped inside of the home was quickly spent on drugs and alcohol.

The delicious aroma of food filled the air followed by a distant pop and sizzle of grease. Mrs. Min traveled down the halls, following the smell, until she entered the kitchen and saw her husband reading the paper while the boy -Yoongi - made their meal.

Taking her place across from her man, she called out in a sickening sweet voice. "Good morning, dear. Boy, don't forget to buy groceries when you come home."

Yoongi nodded which was a mistake. The one thing his mother hated was non verbal responses. Mrs. Min quickly got up and gripped Yoongi's wrist to the point where circulation was cut off.

Yoongi bit down on his lip, for he knew crying would only feed into her abuse, and wished for it to be over. Mrs. Min chuckled when she realized she was getting no response from her 'abomination' and pushed the pan of eggs away.

The red hot stove was sizzling which only made the grin on the women's face spread. Yoongi's eyes widened when he noticed his mother was pulling his hand towards the heated stove top.

"P-please!" He begged. It was useless. The women tugged hard enough and placed the hand of her son right on the hot stove. A blood curling scream was let out by Yoongi as tears ran down his eyes.

The women released him and pushed him to the ground. "That'll teach you to show some respect. I am your mother, damn it. You will answer when spoken to. Do you understand me?"