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(Sensitive chapter - abuse)
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YOONGI'S POV
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14th September 2019

I felt vibrations travel up my feet and I snapped my eyes away from you.

What was happening?

You seemed to tense up. Panic. Breathe faster...

Grabbing my wrist, you pulled me off the mattress and frantically looked around the room.

I was beyond confused...

Suddenly, the door opened to reveal a man in his mid 50s who stank of booze and looked very drunk.

Your grip on my wrist tightened in terror and I looked up to read your lips as you spoke to him.

All I caught was 'wanted a drink. He was just leaving.'

You pushed me past the man and dragged me towards the front door, practically running.

You put both hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

"Run, Yoongi." You told me. "Catch a train - there is one that leaves in 10 minutes. Hurry now. Go home."

I was about to protest when the man peered round the corner and I nodded, running out of the door.

Surely that wasn't your father?

I know I shouldn't have, but I went back to your house.

Peering through your bedroom window (I could hit about see through the split in the blinds) I saw something I never wanted to see again...

You were kneeling on the floor, shirt off, father looming over you with a whip in his hand.

When he hit you, I could have sworn I heard you cry, even through my deafness...

How have you hidden this from me?

How do you always plaster a smile on your face and lie?

You are not ok, Jung Hoseok.

Not even a bit.

I flinched every time the whip hit your back. I think I counted 16 times...

I should have done something but I was too frightened...

I was only 16...

I don't expect you to forgive me, Hobi.

I saw many things in that hour, and all I could do was watch.

I'll save you, Beautiful. I promise...