TRIGGER WARNING/ SEXUAL EXPLOITATION, CHILD ABUSE, R*PE, HUMAN TRAFFICKING, MENTION OF SUICIDE.

Jimin's mother was a remarkably terrible woman. A hoe-bag, if you will.

At least that's what Yoongi thought as he listened to Jimin talk about his childhood. The words that left Jimin's mouth made such a gross and cold hole in Yoongi's stomach that he almost felt as if he would be physically sick. The thought of someone doing such heinous acts to their own child sent dark chills up his spine and the way Jimin was speaking so casually about it made his heart hurt more than before.

"It started when I was four. She would put up ads online and take me to hotels where clients were waiting." Jimin started off, Yoongi stared at the younger, who looked out towards the stream as it moved steadily. Yoongi watched Jimin's face as he spoke, looking for signs of any hesitation. But Yoongi found nothing, literally nothing. Jimin's face was blank as he continued to watch the stream and Yoongi realized that as he was talking, Jimin was disassociating. Yoongi decided to grab his hand softly, smoothing his thumb over the soft but cold skin. Jimin blinked, looking down at their hands before glancing at Yoongi's face and Yoongi gave the most supportive looking smile he could muster. "They'd take pictures, and videos. They'd use me, and then they'd leave."

"My mom would get the money after and she'd use it to by the drugs she wanted, sometimes she'd buy me food. But that was rare and she'd never talked to me after it happened, we'd go home and she would leave me there." Jimin said shakily, his hands clenching Yoongi's so tight it felt as if Jimin was afraid he would leave in this very moment too. "Everyday, it was different people but they left all the same. It was always me, that was raped and touched and taken advantage of. And for so long I thought I deserved it. Sometimes I still think I did."

Jimin shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears and slowly falling down his plump cheeks. "She'd tell me that I was only useful for what my body could offer. That if I ever told anyone what was going, no one would care and they would probably use me too. That's because as I got older I realized what she was doing was wrong and she couldn't manipulate me into thinking it was normal anymore."

Yoongi felt the warm tears running down his own cheeks, he took the hand that wasn't holding Jimin's and wiped his face before wiping the soft skin under Jimin's teary eyes. He soothed the red skin under his hands as Jimin continued to speak.

"I think that's why I sleep around so much now. I think I'm scared that if I stop, I won't be useful anymore. That without my body I can't offer anything and there's no reason for me to be here." Jimin said softly, as if he was coming to the realization as the words left his mouth.

Jimin's eyebrows furrowed in a hushed anger, like all the rage he felt over the years had been bottled up and the cap had finally twisted open. Yoongi watched it unfold in his features and in the way his chest rose up in down in quick successions.
"I thought that she stopped manipulating me when I was younger, but even after all this time she still fucking is. I still hear her voice in my head telling me I'm nothing, telling me I deserved everything that has ever happened to me simply because I had the fucking audacity to exist."

Jimin looked at Yoongi, his eyes wide and filled with a sick kind of glee. He stood up from the bench and kind of jumped in what looked like excitement. But Yoongi could tell Jimin was fucking fuming.

Jimin lifted up his arms and put them on his head, combing back his hairs with his fingers.

"But you know fucking what Yoongi?" Jimin asked with a smile, he bent over a little bit and placed his hands on his knees. "I'm not gonna let her do that shit anymore. I'm gonna go and tell her like it fucking is!"

"You are?" Yoongi asked in surprise.

"Yes! And this time it'll be easier because she's fucking DEAD!" Jimin laughed, this time in actual glee.

At this point Yoongi couldn't help it either, his hand slapped over his mouth and he bent his head towards his lap. His shoulders shook with shushed laughter.

"Is she really?" Yoongi asked his cheeks flushed from the cold and a small smile on his face.

"Dead as hell," Jimin said, shoving his hands in his pockets with a smirk on his face.

"As she should," Yoongi replied.

***

Needless to say, Jimin and Yoongi were having the best time of their lives. Yoongi never thought that he'd spend his evening roasting a dead bitch but that's exactly what they were doing.

"And you always had this raggedy ass hair style that made your big ass forehead look like the United States of America and your bitch ass always wondered why your hairline was uneven." Jimin was going off and Yoongi had no other option but to laugh, his hands covering his face and tears of laughter running down his face.

Yoongi watched Jimin as his arms flailed around and moved with each word he spoke.

"And THAT's why you're fucking dead bitch, dead as hell. WHAT KIND OF SHOES YOU GOT ON IN YOUR CASKET HOE! That's right!!! Your ugly ass is barefoot in that shit. I hope you rolling around in your coffin as I speak, with your pig in a blanket looking ass."

Yoongi collapsed and felt his lungs giving out as he wheezed on the ground. "Pig in a blanket." He repeated, his voice raspy as he wheezed out each word.

Jimin kept going only now a little more serious. "I bet you didn't think I could last longer than you, huh? You thought I'd give up and kill myself just like you fucking told me? Well I'm still here, I'm the one standing over your casket, bitch. I'm still breathing and I ain't going fucking anywhere. So keep rolling in that fucking casket."

Yoongi stood up so fast he lost his balance catching himself on Jimin's shoulder as he purposely stomped on the grass. "That's what he said!!! If I catch you fucking with my friend again, I'm gonna walk over here and deal with your decaying ass myself! Don't call our lines EVA again."

Jimin smiled and wrapped his arm around Yoongi's waist as they stood in the middle of the graveyard. Their eyes locked on one another and they both smiled a soft smile, like all the weight on both of their shoulders had disappeared completely. At least for the time being.

Even if everything was okay for only a moment. If it ever isn't okay they knew that they'd have each other to lean on.

"Thanks for doing this with me, Yoongi." Jimin whispered gently, the sound almost going unheard with the small strokes of wind that ruffled through their hair.

Yoongi nudged their noses together. Something that he'll definitely deny he ever did later.
"Of course, that's what friends are for."

Jimin smiled, "Let's head back home, watch a movie or something?"

Yoongi nodded leading them a few steps away before Jimin stopped and turned around, walking towards his mother's tombstone, kicking it over and watching it fall towards the ground with an ugly thump.

He walked back to Yoongi a proud look on his face, took his arm and placed it back around the older's waist. Yoongi settled his own arm over Jimin's shoulder.

Yoongi sighed as they walked out of the gate,
"Miss Girl had it coming."

chapter fin.

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Yoongi and Jimin's bad bleep era has finally begun,
The crack is back and drama is on the wayyyy