(Still Jimin's POV)

As Yoongi said that, my heart started to pound a little faster. Why am I feeling like this, I can't possibly like him right? He was nice to me for two days, how fucking pathetic am I? Falling for a man who was nice to me.

"Thank you." I whispered. I slowly reached for my chopsticks and it felt weird to have them in my hands again. I looked at him and he nodded as he put some food in his mouth. I slowly picked some rice up and ate it. It felt foreign on my tongue. I smiled for the first time in so long and began to eat not caring what any of them had to say. I knew they were going to beat me for it later so I might as well enjoy it while it lasts. I swung my feet as they didn't touch the ground as I hummed as I ate. After a couple bites I felt full and like I was going to throw up but held it in. My stomach wasn't used to food after so long but I also felt bad because I couldn't eat all the food Yoongi Hyung put on my plate. I got up and grabbed my plate and put it in the sink. I bowed to them and stuttered out.

"Thank you for letting me eat with you. I'll do the dishes when you finish." I bowed again and sprinted upstairs to my room. I went to the bathroom to clean up all the blood I left a couple days ago but it was all clean and smelled faintly of bleach. Instead I took a quick shower then sat on my bed reading a book because I couldn't find my phone. I probably left it at the dance studio. After a half hour Jungkook walked into my room and grabbed my long sleeve collar and shoved me into a wall grabbing my neck. I put my hands on his wrist trying to get his arm away from me.

"Stop fighting me!" He yelled.

I stopped and let my hands rest around his wrist trying to breathe. I looked him in the eye and flinched. Please god let this be it. It's not the worst way to go. He could've beat me to death. I closed my eyes waiting for death. But he dropped me to the ground and I held my neck gasping for air.

"We finished eating, so do the dishes."

I stayed on my hands and knees trying to make the flashbacks go away. He kicked me in the stomach and I gasped.

"Answer me when I speak to you pig."

"Y-yes Jungkook-shi." I stuttered.

It's been a while since he said 'hyung' to me. I don't even care that he doesn't, it's just the thing's he says and does to me. He left and I stayed there a little longer before I got up and went downstairs to do the dishes. I sighed seeing the giant pile they made and filled the sink with water and soap. My sleeves were getting wet but I wasn't going to pull them up. I started to wash until I felt eyes in the back of my head. I turned and saw Yoongi hyung leaning against the wall.

"H-hey hyung."

"Hey Jimin." He continued to look at me and I turned around and continued to wash the dishes. I was reaching for another bowl when a hand grabbed my wrist. I tried not to wince since it was Yoongi.

"Yes hyung?"

"Why are you washing dishes with your sleeves down, hm?"

"Uh, because...."

"Come to my room when you're done with the dishes."

"Okay." I said and he walked to his room.

I quickly finished the dishes not wanting to make him angry. I knocked and went into his room to see him sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard.

"Yes hyung?" I said and sat down on the edge.

He pulled out my phone from his pocket and dangled it in the air. I paled knowing what he meant.

"Want to explain this?"

"Uh, I lost that, so if you don't mind I'll take it back now." I said reaching for it.

"Nope wrong answer. Want to explain your camera roll?"

"Oh that..."

"Yeah that."

"There's nothing to explain. You've lived here just as long as I have." I said with a tear rolling down my cheek.

"Hey, come here." Yoongi said, pulling my arm gently. I crawled up the bed and laid my head on his chest and cried. He put my arms around me and let me cry. Next thing I knew I was fast asleep.