"Jimin, you know the rules. You broke the rules. Now, I have to punish you."

Yoongi was cold-hearted. His voice showed no emotion as he locked the door. He closed the window so that he couldn't hear Jimin crying outside in the yard, ankle chained to the bench.

Yoongi was, to say the very least, possessive. Up until Jimin had moved in with Yoongi they'd had a healthy relationship. Jimin often got bullied at school for being "fat" or "worthless". Yoongi had always been there for Jimin, protecting, comforting him. But as soon as Jimin had moved in with Yoongi, Yoongi had become the bully.

Jimin was already mentally weak, but Yoongi becoming the bully made everything worse, it sent him over the edge. Yoongi would call Jimin a fatass, then force-feed him, then later stand over him as Jimin threw it all up into the toilet, calling him a good boy for following instructions.

"No phone, no leaving the house without my permission, no friends, no contact with the world. You break these rules, you get punished. Keep this in mind." Yoongi had said after kissing Jimin in welcome. Jimin would've taken no notice of this, as Yoongi was a pretty threatening person, but there was something in his eyes that said "there's no joking here."

*

The next day, Yoongi woke up in a very good mood. So good, in fact, that he let Jimin inside early and made pancakes.

"Baby, how was your sleep last night? It didn't rain very much, did it?" Yoongi asked, putting on a front of concern.

"G-good. I slept well," Jimin said, although his voice betrayed him by suddenly stopping working. He cleared his throat. If "good" wasn't the answer, Yoongi would "let" Jimin sleep on the bench outside again.

That was a minor punishment, for disagreements only. More severe could be no food. Jimin had already gone more than a few weeks without food in Yoongi's care, so he had built up a tolerance to hunger pains. The worst was when the punishment was sexual. Yoongi was very rough in bed and it usually resulted in Jimin limping around for days.

"Oh baby, you look terrible. Take some more pancakes, you're so thin," Yoongi said.

"Umm no I'm full. Maybe later, I'll put them into the fridge now." Jimin said warily.

"No baby, I'll put them away. You just find a good movie for us to watch, I don't have work today," Yoongi said, smiling with a twinkle in his eyes. Something like guilt, maybe concern, Jimin thought.

Jimin got up from his chair and walked over to their couch, noting the pain in his right leg, which had been chained to the bench outside. He sat down at the couch and rubbed his ankle, which was red and getting swollen.

"Oh baby I'm so sorry, do you want me to get a bandage?" Yoongi asked.

"Okay, I'll get the movie ready," Jimin answered. Yoongi had a wide variety of DVDs and Netflix and Disney Plus too. Jimin picked Star Wars from the DVD case. They already had watched the movies over and over, but Jimin picked number 7, The Force Awakens.

"Here's your bandage," Yoongi said, walking to the couch from the bathroom, where they keep the medical supplies. And Jimin's blades.

"Thanks," Jimin said, wrapping it tightly around his swollen, chafed ankle.

They settled into each other as the movie started on Yoongi's flatscreen TV, and cuddled for the entirety of it, (spoilers ahead, even though it's been like 4 years) Yoongi holding Jimin closer as he cried over the death of Han Solo (tbh I'm still sad from when I saw it in the theater), and Jimin holding Yoongi when Rey went back for Finn, Yoongi's eyes tearing up.

When the movie ended, Jimin and Yoongi stayed on the couch for a little while, then Yoongi got up.

"Sorry baby, I have to do something," Yoongi said in apology to the Mochi.

"Okay, you go," Jimin answered, shrugging. Ow.

"I'll be out for a while, just so you know," Yoongi called as he went out the door.

*

Jimin sighed. Having a house to yourself wasn't good when you felt like shit, and weren't allowed to do anything apart from weakly flipping through channels on the TV.

"I'm hooooome!" Yoongi called as he drunkenly stumbled into the house, tripping over his own feet as Jimin rushed to help him sit down, but his ankle twinged and he almost fell trying to stand up.

"You piece of shit, can't you even help me over here?" Yoongi almost shouted. "You're worthless, I should just kill you right now."

"Yoongi..." Jimin breathed. "You... You don't mean that..."

"Oh, but I do," Yoongi said, as he uncovered a knife from his jacket pocket. "This is what I'll use," he let out a maniacal laugh, "to make sure you don't see the light of day."

"You... Yoongi, you can't..." Jimin tried to scramble to his feet, away  from Yoongi, but his ankle kept failing him.

"I should've done this sooner. Much sooner. Park Jimin, this is the day you die, May 7th, 2020."

No. I'm too young. I can't die...

The pain that Jimin experienced going through his wrist was more than anything he'd ever felt. It was worse than his normal cutting, much deeper, it felt like his skin was burning. He felt faint, dizzy, and then all the pain fell away, and Jimin went unconscious, falling to the ground. Moments later, an angel had joined heaven.

A/N my thoughts? Well I don't know how I feel rn.