《Church Boy |Yoonmin|》XX

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Hoseok grunted in pain, stifling a scream. Jimin's father hovered over the teen, plummeting blows all over. Yoongi frantically rustled around in Taehyung's pockets, fingers brushing against the cold metal surface of the blade.

Hands wrapped around Hoseok's neck he was hacking for breath, his air circulation being cut off, feelings his lungs fizzle and burn. Yoongi flicked the blade open ready to lunged at the older man yet he was slapped across the face.

Jimin threw his body against the door for the third time, it finally springing open. The room was dark and musty, quietly he heads in, not knowing what he was going to find.

"Mom? Jihyu-"

"Jimin?"

A muffled voice came from the end of the room. Immediately running towards the voice he sees the closet, attempting to open it.

"Are you guys in here?"

"Jimin!"

His mother exclaims in shock.

"Don't worry. I'm here, stand back."

"Thank god you came for us. Father kept us in the closet since you've left."

Jimin threw his body so harshly he felt something in his arm pop, the door flung open. He was immediately tackled into an embrace by his family.

"Oh Jimin, I knew you'd come."

His mother peppered kisses him all over his face. She takes a step back and Jimin's heart sank.

"M-Mom....your face-"

"It's fine. Just a few injuries but we better hurry, I don't want the both of you here."

Jimin looks over to his brother who was in worse conditions.

"Go out the front door and there's going to be a black car. Namjoon is out there with Jin. Hurry and go, I have some unfinished business."

The boy felt such rage for his father burn in the pit of his stomach, watching his brother help his mother up.

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"Where's dad?"

Jihyun looks over to Jimin.

"Doesn't matter. Just get out of here."

He ushers them out of the room, hurriedly leading them to the front door.

"We can't go through it our it'll set off the alarm."

They both warn him. They instead head upstairs and into their parents room which was thankfully empty.

"Head down the rope. Leave!"

Jimin raises his voice over the loud commotion coming from down the hall. Their mothers goes down first, leaving Jihyun standing there.

"Let me stay. I'll help you."

"No. Just leave, I have friends in here."

"Jimin-"

"Leave!"

He shoves him over to the rope, his brother hopelessly descending down towards his mother. He watches as they walk out of the backyard and disappear out of sight.

Hurriedly he heads out of the room and to where everyone was located.

"Yoongi!"

Jimin sees Yoongi being throw across the room, slamming against the bed frame.

"If it isn't my favorite son. What brings you here?"

His father turns to face his son.

"F-Father."

"Hey you piece of shit, i'm the one you're busy with."

Yoongi grunted with a painful gasp.

"I'm through with you. Come here son, we have some bonding to do."

He makes his way over, placing a rough hand onto his shoulder. Immediately shoving his son down, kicking in the stomach.

"You filthy scum! You left me with your shit of a mother and brother!"

He roared, Jimin trying his best to cover the blows. Yoongi gets up, tackling the older man.

"Jimin!"

Yoongi throws him the pocket knife, Jimin's father shoves him back, the boy slamming his head against the floor. He was unconscious.

"Give me the knife."

His father growls, watching Jimin scramble towards it. The older man seizes him by the legs, pulling him towards him.

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"No, no, no, no."

The teen dug his nails into the hardwood floor, finger tips barely reaching for the blade. His father grips him by the hair slamming his head against a nightstand. Feeling a warm thick liquid run down his nose he struggles to escape his grasp.

"You like dicks don't you? I'll make sure that never happens again."

He press's himself against the smaller male who was bent over the bed.

"STOP!"

Jimin begins to feel disgusted, hearing the rustle of a belt and the zip of pants.

"Just enjoy it. Relax or this'll get ugly."

His father touches his son in such a filthy way Jimin begins to sob.

"STOP PLEASE. MOM. SOMEONE."

He chokes over his own tears and blood.

"No one's going to hear you."

He shoves Jimin's head against the bed as he muffled his sobs.

"Fuck."

His father grunted causing Jimin's eyes to widen with relief as his father's body slammed against the floor.

"You fucking disgusting cunt."

Namjoon stood with a foot deeply set on the man's back who was coughing up crimson fluid. Namjoon squats down so he was now face to face with Jimin's father. The man gurgled and wheezed, blood filling his mouth up as he choked.

Namjoon gets up and spits onto the dying body.

"N-Namjoon."

Jimin broke down sobbing even harder, being grateful that his friend came at the right time.

"Holy shit Jimin."

They both embraced one another glad that it was over, they heard the nearby wailing of police sirens. The two looked down at the pool of blood that spread all over.

"Sorry for stabbing your dad in the neck."

Namjoon muttered, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve, accidentally spreading the blood all over his face. Jimin just spaced out, not knowing what to do or say.

They stood in complete silence, hearing the front door burst open, triggered an alarm.

"POLICE."

A man yells from downstairs.

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