Hhhhiii. So this story doesn't have a part two, it has a companion chapter, so your left on a cliffhanger.
Oops.
Love ya bunches 😝
// Third Person POV //
"NO! Absolutely not!"
Jin clung to his computer as he cringed to the tone of Hoseok screaming through the phone.
"You wanna do me a favor, honey? Why don't you take the last check I wrote you after our last dumbass appointment, then bend over-"
"GIVE ME THE PHONE!" He stretched his arm out toward the phone to steal it away from his Dongsaeng.
Once he got it he apologized to the lady and told her that Hoseok would call her tomorrow.
After he hung up, he looked up to Hoseok who was still a little fired up.
"Hoseok, how many times have I told you to watch your tone toward your therapist?"
"Yah," Suga piped as he looked at his own computer in boredom, "She deserves respect after having to hear your angry ass every Thursday."
Hoseok crossed his arms, "Well I apologize, but I don't like people speaking to me like I'm a deranged lunatic."
"What did she ask you?" Jin said.
He sighed, "She asked me if I reconsidered her offer."
Yoongi stood up for the first time in two hours, and walked toward the fridge in his room.
"You know Hope, you more you scream at this woman, the more she's gonna keep recommending hospitalization."
"Hyung!" Hoseok whined, "I can't go to a crazy hospital! I'm an idol."
"It's not a crazy hospital Hobi, it's a place where you get help every day instead of once a week," Jin corrected him.
Hoseok responded, "I'll be all alone; without you guys."
Suga was surprised to see tears in Hobi's eyes. He hated deeply seeing his Dongsaengs cry, so he went over to him and hugged him sincerely.
Hobi smiled and hugged back; after a couple of long seconds, Suga pulled away and look him in the eyes.
"Hobi, please don't take this personally, but get the hell out."
He looked at his hyung with a confused expression.
"Hyung?"
Suga let go of his smile and sat down, "I'm sorry Hoseok. We're just stressed because we can't finish this song."
Hoseok crossed his arms and spoke mockingly, "Why don't you try going to a mental hospital?"
Suga shot him a look.
The three men in the room stared at the door as they heard a knock from it.
Hoseok went over and opened the door, The three maknaes smiled at their hyung.
Jimin turned his attention to Jin:
"Jin and Suga hyung, there is someone at the door for you."
Suga and Jin looked at each other.
"Who is it?" Jin asked.
Jimin looked at the younger two who just shook their heads, which caused Jimin to turn back to the hyungs.
"Just come to the door please hyungs."
The two hyungs rolled their eyes with annoyance, but walked out of the room.
As the two walked into the living room, two figures stood up from the couch.
Suga and Jin froze where they were.
The familiar faces hooked into the two men's mind and fear pierced at their being that was more painful than a thousand bullets.
"Hello, Yoongi."
"Jin."
The two were motionless as the figures spoke, speaking the deep voices that the members remembered so well.
The two voices of their older brothers.
// Suga's POV //
"Hyung."
I bowed a tiny head at my big brother.
He walks to me and I backed up a little, his height was overwhelming.
He was over a head taller than me; always has been.
He wrapped his arms around me and I hugged back.
"What are you doing here?" Jin asked his brother.
"Yah. We are kinda busy," I said.
Hyung looked down at me; he knew we're not.
We stood in silence for a moment before Jin broke the silence:
"Hyung, let's go outside and talk. Give Suga and his brother some privacy."
Damnit.
Once they exist, I went to the other side of the couch and sat on the arm.
My brother stood awkwardly, "Yoongi you know why I'm here."
"Enlighten me," I spoke without interest.
"You didn't come home this year."
I sucked in a breath.
Why is he here? He knows why I didn't come home. It's the same reason every year.
I put my eyes on his. My brother has always looked like our father; the same stone-cold eyes, the same height, the same voice.
"Father's worried about you."
I snickered loudly.
"Dongsaeng, you can't keep ignoring him. He forgives you for what happened."
But I don't forgive him.
Four years ago, I went home for Christmas. I was raised with a very strict, religious family, who believed that every man has to go to church. When I was a child, I went to Catholic school, which is the closest thing to hell I ever believed in.
There, I had to memorize all the testaments, verses, the Apostles' Creed, and songs.
I never believed in Christianity; I lived behind a persona so I wouldn't get hit by my father or hyung.
At the Christmas Eve service when I was home, the bishop told me to speak the Apostles' Creed for the whole church.
I refused and told him that I forgot it, he asked me why and I simply said:
"I don't believe in God."
The whole church growled at me with severe tongues, and when I got home, my dad beat me so bad that I passed out.
The second I regained consciousness, I left.
I haven't seen or spoke my father since.
I see my mother once a month, because they recently moved to Seoul to be closer to me. I've given her all my love and attention.
My father, however, is just a walking shadow.
I used to be terrified of my dad and brother, because of how hard they hit me. My brother did small things to show that he loved and protected me the way an elder brother was supposed to.
But my father and I have never gotten along, he's never kissed me or told me he loved me. He seemed to beat me to just correct me, instead of caring about my well being.
"Hyung, I auditioned to get away from Father. Now I am, and my life couldn't be better. I haven't thought about him in years, and if he thinks that forgotten what happened then he's batshit."
My brother cringed at my language, "You may have never loved him, but you looked up to him."
I huffed, "Every child looks up to every adult to show them how to live."
"Please Yoongi, he misses you. He won't ever tell it to your face, but he's proud of you."
"I don't give a fuck if he's proud of me. Don't you see? I don't want a relationship with him."
Hyung's eyes twitched, "Watch your language Yoongi."
I laughed in his face, "That's what they used to tell me at that piece of shit school we went to. Watch your language, God doesn't love when you use that language. There is no God, what kind of a god gives me a fucking father like ours-"
"YOONGI!" My brother roared, "You may be an adult now, but I'm your hyung and I will not allow you to talk like that!"
The fire in me brought my rage to life, and before I could stop myself, I raised my hand up to slap him.
He caught my hand midair and twisted my arm a little to make me bend down all fours.
My mind was racing and I felt a sudden SMACK on my jeans.
I looked behind me and saw his belt in his hand.
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
"OWEEE!" I yelled.
He let go off my arm and I crashed onto the floor.
I laid on my stomach for a minute, a million emotions striking me all at once.
I was lifted from the ground and my brother grabbed both of my wrists so he was looking me in the eyes.
"For twenty six years I have taken good care of you! You're the only baby brother I have, when you stopped talking to Father you stopped talking to me! WHAT DID I DO TO YOU YOONGI? WHAT DID I DO?!"
I sobbed as tears streamed down his face.
"That night, I screamed for you! I begged you to come help me! Y-You just sat there!"
He shook his head, water showering down his eyes.
"You know what he doing! You're my big brother! Why did you just s-sit THERE AND LET OUR FATHER TORTURE ME!"
"I WAS AFRAID OF HIM! I was afraid he would totally lose his mind and attack mom! You may think that I actually liked him, but I was just as scared as you."
He kneeled down to me, "Please Dongsaeng! Please forgive me!"
I dropped to my knees and flung my body onto his, embracing him like I always wanted to do all these years.
"I love you hyung."
His voice shaked, "I love you too. You were right to leave."
// Jin's POV //
I slammed the door to my room.
"Hyung, What the hell are you doing here?"
My brother walked across the room and fiddled with his fingers.
"We have a problem."
I put my hands on my hips, "We?"
He looked at me sharply, "Yes, We!"
"What's wrong?"
"Dad's having an affair."
I was taken so far back that I couldn't feel my feet on the floor, "W-what are you talking about? Hyung, a-are you sure?!"
He walked to me, "Yes I'm fucking sure! Seokjin, I went to his and mom's house for dinner and dad told me to go get mom's present in his closet. SO, I went to their room and on dad's nightstand was this."
He held up a small Polaroid picture, I glanced at it and it didn't look like anything. There was a splash of a tan color with a a white sheet over its height, it wasn't until I adjusted my pupils with the room light that I noticed-
"OH MY GOD! Hyung, is this a-"
"Naked girl?" He nodded his head insanely, "Yes it is. If you look really closely you can see her nimples."
As much I secretly wanted to look, I looked away and shoved the picture on his chest.
"Why would dad have a picture of a naked girl on his nightstand? Unless-"
My eyes widened when the harsh realization hit me.
My hyung kept nodding his head, he looks like he hasn't slept in days.
"Oh my god, hyung, our-o-our," tears burst through vision, "our father is cheating on mom!"
He quickly caught me before I hit the floor.