"Take your shirt off."

His father demanded as Jimin did as he was told. Unbuttoning his dress shirt it slides off of his shoulders his muscular back being exposed.

"Count the lashes or i'll start over. If you get off track i'll double them. Understand?"

"Y-Yes."

He whispers.

"What was that?"

"Yes father."

"Thirty."

His father throws his hand back and whips his son hard on the back with the whip lash. It made an awful snapping sound once it made contact with the soft skin.

Jimin felt pure agony ripple through his body feeling the warmth of his blood seeping out of his skin.

"One."

He counts.

It goes on like this intill a knock is heard from the door.

"Dad?"

"Go away Jihyun."

His father states, whipping Jimin for the eighteenth time.

"E-E-Eighteen."

Jimin chokes out, lips and eyes puffy from holding back his tears.

"Dad please. Stop. Jimin.....don't hurt him."

Tears could be heard from his brother voice which enraged his father even more. The upcoming strike was much more painful on the raw skin.

Jimin bit down onto his lip with a loud painful gasp.

"N-Nineteen."

"DAD STOP!"

His brother starts pounding onto the door as he tries to get into the room.

"Honey please. My son, have mercy on him."

His mother pleads from the other side of the door.

"Sinners don't deserve mercy."

Another strike.

"Twenty."

It came out as a small squeak, Jimin wanting it to be over and done with. The strikes came quicker and harder, finally being done with.

"Get out of my room and pray to god that I won't have to see your face in here again."

His father turns his back to him, Jimin stands onto his feet with the last bit of strength left in his body. His legs felt like jello under him as he unlocked the door to see his mother and brother tear streaked.

"Oh Jimin."

His mother wails and reaches out to touch him yet he avoids her touch and walks down the hallway and into his room, his mother full on sobbing as she takes a look at his back.

The passing days his mother would leave meals outside of his door and would tend to his wounds. Jimin wouldn't bother talking or even looking at her, just letting her tend to his back. This was more than enough for her.

\After The Punishment//

ChimChim: My parents found out about me being gay.

Oh no.

Fuck.

PinkPrince: Are you okay!?

Jimin are you okay?

Hobi:What did they say?

Are you safe?

Call me.

Suga: Jimin stay over.

Missed call from Suga

Missed call from Suga

Missed call from Suga

Missed call from Kookie

GucciBoi: Please answer Jimin.

Jimin?

Jimin used his shirt to painfully dry his bloody back stinging under the fabrics cool touch. His skin was searing with pain and felt hot to the touch yet he tried his best to clean up his back. He sluggishly plopped onto his bed on his stomach and slept like a log.

Yoongi would send him endless messages and phone calls yet he never picked up. He silently cried himself to sleep hating everyone around him.

\To The Present//

January came faster than expected everyone sluggishly heading back to school with annoyance. Jimin stepped out of his car as his fathers words replayed in his thoughts.

"You are a disgrace to me. I don't want you anywhere near the Min's boy. Understood?"

Jihyun was made to be on the look out and report back to his father if Jimin disobeyed. Jimin made his way into the school to see his group of friends leaning against the brick wall and huddled up together.

"Jimin!"

Hoseok tackles him into a hug as the rest followed, they all surround him and pull him into a group hug.

"Fuck i'm sorry."

They all whispered, Jimin's eyes becoming foggy behind the tears daring to spill.

"Jimin."

Jimin looks up to see Yoongi outside of the circle, fear stricking his body like lightning.

"Don't come closer."

His words came out harsh, leaving the blue haired hurt.

"What's wrong?"

Namjoon asked, everyone releasing the blond.

"M-My father. H-He doesn't want me near him...."

"But he isn't here."

Jungkook cocked a brow in confusion.

"Jihyun is on the look out."

"You don't even pass by in the halls. All his classes are on the fourth floor and your classes are all on the second and first."

"I.....I guess."

Jimin awkwardly apologizes to Yoongi as they all head to class. Everyone let Jimin know that he was welcomed to their house if anything bad happened, he didn't tell them about the whip session with his father.

Gym finally arrived as Jimin and Yoongi headed into the changing room, Jimin waiting for everyone to file out. Yoongi takes notice of this and stays back, being the only two left.

"What's wrong?"

Yoongi makes his way towards him, Jimin nervously tugs at his own shirt.

"I-I just want some privacy is all."

"Hm? Quit goofing off, let me see your abs."

"S-Stop!"

The two seemed to be in a tug of war situation as Yoongi puts Jimin into a head lock pulling his shirt over to reveal the red and pink scars.

"Shit Jimin."

Immediately he let's go, Jimin's face was written all over with fear as his lips began to tremble fearing he were about to cry.

"Who did this to you?"

"M-My father. Please don't tell the others."

His voice comes out as a squeak, the oldest pulling him into an embrace.

"I fucking told you to come over."

He cups Jimin's face placing kisses onto his face. Jimin let's him examine his back as his cold fingers trailed his back and felt him kiss every inch of his raw skin.

"Come over today. Stay the night."

"My father would kill me if he found out."

"Just lie that you're gonna stay over at Namjoon's."

"I'll see."

The two held hands and took comfort in one another.