A/N: gore and detailed abuse skip when you see "✋" and continue when you see "😗"

4 days, 3 hours, 16 minutes, and 45 seconds until Taehyung's little plan unravels. He's told everyone how he's set up Jungkook and Jimin to ask each other out come Friday and how neither of them know.

"Damn Tae, you sneaky bastard!" Namjoon laughed.

Taehyung grinned as he stood up and pointed to the TV screen he had synced with his laptop.

"Like I said, I convinced Jungkook to initiate the meeting at the lake. I told Jimin first about asking Jungkook out." He explained pointing at images and words on the screen.

Everyone was there expect Mr. and Mrs. Jeon.

"We all know that they're basically dating just without the kissing, the hands holding, the sweet talk, and the label. But they're basically a thing." Taehyung grinned as everyone agreed.

"Why the lake?" Irene wondered.

"Well, I don't know about Jungkook but for Jimin the lake, a lake, holds memories. We met at a lake as children." Taehyung smiled.

'He ran away from home. His father had slapped and kicked him while in the midst of beating his siblings. I saved him for the time being. So lakes hold a memory of us,' Taehyung wanted to add. But that was personal information for him and Jimin alone.

"So, y'all down?"

"Hell yeah!" The twins yelled.

"Fuck yeah man!" Namjoon laughed.

Irene and Yoongi just yelled as Seokjin laughed at everyone before standing up.

"So? What do you want us to do?"

Taehyung smirked, "Well."

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A-CHOO!

"Woah Jimin! That's the 17th sneeze this minute! Someone's talking mad shit about you," Jungkook laughed.

Jimin knew he was kidding but if it might actually be true and he knows who exactly is talking about him.

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Nayeon woke up to the loudest bang and a scream. She scurried out of her room and saw her father about to beat her mother.

"Dad what are you doing!"

She ran and pushed her dad and pulled her mom away shielding her.

"Where's your brother?" He growled.

"In prison because you were an incompetent father." She hissed back.

"Your other brother!" He shouted throwing his bottle down.

"I didn't know you considered him my brother, your son. You sure as hell don't treat him that way!" She shouted.

She was sick and tired of this father of hers treating her baby brother like complete shit!

Her father inched forward as he pulled something from his pocket.

A knife.

"Dad."

"Where the fuck is my son?!"

"He's in Japan. . ." She responded hesitantly.

"Japan?! Why the fuck is he there!"

"To get away from you! To spend time with people that care about him." She huffed.

She eyed the knife thinking of ways to remove it from his grip. She inched closer as her dad thought for a while. She kicked it out of his hand then grabbed it and ushered her father into a room downstairs. Once he was inside she locked the door.

"Open the door!"

"Why do you treat Jimin so badly?!"

"He's disgusting!"

"Why is that huh?" Nayeon says quieter.

"He likes men! He refuses to get a job and he's weak!"

"How?"

"He doesn't fight back!"

"The last time he stood against you, you left, came back, and made him mute. I don't think he'd want to do that again." She spued with disgust.

"He's a weak piece of shit. Probably only good to be a house husband at this point!! No one will love him with a those scars." Mr. Park laughs.

"Who's fault is that?"

"His own."

Nayeon scoffed.

"He's different. He's beautiful. Blue eyes with his dark hair. When that boy came out of her was gorgeous."

"You sound so in love with him, yet you don't show that fatherly love."

"He's a man. He shouldn't be as pretty as a girl. His body type? His lips? His beautiful ocean eyes? I hated that he looked that way but loved it because he was my most beautiful child." Mr. Park whispered the last part as he slid down the door on his knees.

"I regret what I do but I know I'm not going to stop anytime soon. I'm never in my right mind. Especially around that boy. I don't think I ever will be."

"You need help. . . Father." With that Nayeon walked away from the door. She failed to hear her dad whisper.

"I know I do."

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"Are you sure you don't find it strange? All those markings? Why does he refuse to swim everytime. Especially of Jeongguk or I are around?" Mr. Jeon questioned as Mrs. Jeon had just finished brushing her hair after removing her makeup.

"Don't dig too deep, Love. I'm sure he'll explain when he's ready."

"Queen. . . I just feel like there's something wrong with the boy. You don't think he's getting abused at home do you?!" Mr. Jeon jumps out of bed.

Mrs. Jeon shushes him as their other children might hear.

"Please don't jump to conclusions Minho! It's not good to assume. Especially something as serious as domestic abuse." She hummed as she walked to her husband then sat him down, "Relax my love."

Mr. Jeon relaxed as he rested his head on his wife's shoulder.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

'I just hope I'm wrong. Please. Let me be wrong.' Mr. Jeon begged in his head.

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Jimin opened his eyes and looked around his room.

'Calm. Quiet. No alcohol stench. Strange.'

Waking up this way is something he isn't used to. It's Tuesday and he's slowly letting the panic of Friday sink in. Was he really going to ask Jungkook out? He rolled over and grabbed his phone. Surprised to see a text from Nayeon.

Nana😘:
Hey baby bro, I hope hope you're well rested! How's the vacation so far?

Angel💘:
It's goes fine. How is it at home? Dad under control...?

Nana😘:
He's been...

Nana😘:
Gone. We talked yesterday...

Angel💘:
Gone? Hmm.. Alright well, we'll see you Saturday. I love you Nana

Nana😘:
Love you too bby

Jimin sighed as he turned his phone off. He rose from his bed and walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He hoped his dad would get better when he first started hitting Anthony. But that didn't happen.

As soon as the business his father worked for went bankrupt his father just grew more abusive. The only way his father thought of getting money was from prostituting his only daughter. His mother had no say in the matter.

His mother lost her job too and turned to drugs. Which didn't help the one problematic parent. He has no idea how his parents managed to keep their two story house. Assuming they use illegal methods.

Jimin has never looked down on his sister for her job or down on his brother for his crime. His sister was forced into this job. His brother was blinded by rage and avenging his sister. Both problems his parents bestowed upon them. He just saw them as the strong ones. The ones that fought back then they could. Jimin being the youngest couldn't do much. Wasn't allowed to do much. His older siblings would hide him and themselves when his father grew too angry or his mother was too far gone.

They were his only light his entire life after his mother gave up.

Jimin looked down at his arms, remember one uge scar that went from his wrist to his shoulder. He remembers it.

"Jimin get over here please!"

Jimin ran downstairs to his mother cooking, something she rarely did now-a-days. He noticed his father sitting on the couch with a scowl evident on his face.

'Who shoved a stick up his ass?' Jimin thought.

"Watch over the food while I head to the store."

He nodded as he his mom left.

He sat on the counter and played on his phone.

"Your bastard brother killed my friend."

Mr. Park still stared at the TV as he clutched something next to him. Jimin barely looked up.

"Your friend raped my sister," Jimin retored as he turned his phone off and looked to his father.

Anthony had just been put in prison 2 days ago. Nayeon and Jimin clearly taking it the hardest. Jimin being only 14 and Nayeon being 18. He missed his brother and hated his dad for his brother being taken.

Mr. Park stood up and walked over to his son, pupils taking over his entire eye. His eyes brought a new found chill and darkness into the kitchen.

"He was giving us money."

"Even worse. You prostituted your daughter." Jimin scowled as he jumped off the counter.

His dad growled before pushing him against the counter. He yelped in pain. He fell to the ground rubbing his back.

✋🏽

"What the heck dad! That hurt!"

Mr. Park pulled a knife from his side and stabbed Jimin's shoulder. Jimin screamed out in pain and began crying trying to push his dad off.

His dad dragged the knife down his arm, Jimin felt every blood vessel get sliced and bust open as the knife slid through his arm. Blood seeping from his arm. Soaking his shirt and covering the floor a dark red. His screams ran throughout the whole house. Bouncing off the walls and escaping through any opened space.

Mr. Park stabbed Jimin's opened wound a few times before throwing the knife on the ground and walking away. Jimin passed out from the loss of blood not to long after.

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He woke up in the hospital, Nayeon crying next to him but no parents.

Shocker.

Jimin grimaced remembering it as he ran his fingers up the scar. The first imperfection on his body. A body nobody would love or wanna touch. All these scars covering his whole body. He hated himself. He felt fat, ugly. He developed an eating disorder at 13 but it wasn't that bad as Anthony always made sure he ate. But after Anthony left, it grew worse. He can go days without eating. He'll be fine for 2 days but after that he'll start breaking down.

Only Taehyung, Nayeon, and Lisa know of his eating disorder. Namjoon is still new in his life and doesn't want to bother him with his problems.

But right now he's worried about Jungkook.

He's going to ask questions.

"Where'd you get the scars?"

"Why didn't you eat?"

"Have you eaten?"

"How's your family?"

And the most dreaded one. . .

"Are you okay?"

And.

"Are you safe?"

No. No, he's not safe. There's always a threat for his life. No, he's not okay. He's breaking down and needs help! A savior! A someone! A-

"Jimin?"

Jimin looked up at the door to see Taehyung.

"Oh my baby! Why are you crying?"

Crying? He's not-

Oh.

"I don't know TaeTae. I've just been thinking. Thinking and breaking. Breaking and thinking. I don't think I can do it!"

Taehyung hugged him and sighed, "I know babe. But you deserve to be happy. If Jungkook won't make you happy, it's me, you and Lisa again!"

Jimin sniffled, "What about Namjoon?"

"Oh, I think he's in love with Seokjin hyung. Jungkook is clearly pissed about it."

Jimin giggled as he wiped his eyes.

"Have you eaten?"

Jimin shook his head, "I-I just got up."

"Let's eat now okay? You'll feel better!"

Jimin nodded as he got up with Taehyung to go to the kitchen.

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"Eating disorder? That's a very serious accusation Jeongguk." Mr. Jeon voiced concerned as he sat down next to his wife with his eldest son on his other side.

"But I can't be the only person to notice. Joy, Jisoo, you saw right? He barely eats everyday. When we do eat together he gets the smallest portion. When I try to give him more, he says thank you but pushes it to the side. He looks as if he's going to vomit."

"He's right, Daddy. Jimin-ssi doesn't eat!"

"And that's not good for him. He's already so slim. . . So fragile." Jungkook mumbled the last part to himself.

"Don't assume Jeongguk, dear. Ask him yourself." Mrs. Jeon smiled.

'He doesn't like talking about that stuff," Jungkook thought to himself.

Jungkook took in a deep breath, his hands shaking.

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During dinner, Jungkook pays attention to Jimin eating. Again, an empty plate. He notices the sad face Taehyung has looking at Jimin's plate. Once everyone finishes eating and places their plates in the sink Jungkook and Jimin stay downstairs to wash the dishes.

"Chim?"

"Hmm?" Jimin hums as he rinses a plate and hands it to Jungkook to dry and put away.

"Can we. . . Talk?"

"Uh, yeah. What about?"

"Why don't you eat?"

Jimin stopped moving and stared down at the cup he was cleaning.

"W-what?" Jimin stuttered. He looked up at Jungkook who looked pained.

"I notice you don't eat that much. Why? I mean, you don't have to tell me but. . . As your friend," And hopefully soon to be boyfriend, "I feel like I should know so I can help you."

Jimin placed the cup down and placed his gloved hands on the sink.

"Jungkook I-"

"You don't have to tell me! Sorry for asking!"

Jimin shook his head then spoke again, "I'm insecure about my body. I've been through some other stuff, which caused me to use not eating as a coping mechanism. So over theyears, I developed and eating disorder. I've been. . . Better then past years but right now, it's still bad."

"I'm fat and ugly, so I just-"

Jungkook threw down the towel he was using and pulled Jimin into a hug. Holding him tightly as he pressed his cheek on top of the younger's head.

"Don't ever fucking say that, Park Jimin! You are the most beautiful person! You have a great body. Ethereal features. From your blue eyes to your plump lips."

"But all these scars-"

"Show how strong you are, understand me?! Don't talk badly about yourself ever again. Especially not in front of me. I hate hearing you degrade yourself." Jungkook kissed the top of Jimin's head.

He tightened his grip when he felt Jimin shake.

"Thank you Jungkook."

"Of course, Min."

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