She smiled, taking a step closer to the three.

Jimin's eyes furrowed as she did. He knew what the woman ha done to them, emotionally and physically and he know saw the beauty in another way he did the last time he had sseen her.

With hatred.

"Jimin, get out of here." Said Yoongi from behind.

He turned around and saw the darkest eyes he had ever seen on the older.

He was looking at the woman with a mix of terror and determination, both of the strong feelings making his black eyes burn.

He took a step back, his eyes meeting Naho's teary and red eyes as she clutched her brother's shoulder and hid behind his back.

The woman laughe and slowly made her heels knock against the floor.

"What's wrong Naho? Why are you crying." She said with a warm smile as she took a step closet to her.

The said girl cried louder letting a very loud sob escale her lips.

The woman came closer, a very warm and kind smile on her red lips.

Yoongi glared at her, watching as she slowly raised her hand towards her.

The girl flinched and close her eyes tightly.

The woman's hand gently met her shoulder, the girl slowly loosing her breath in terror.

"Don't worry Naho, I would never hurt my little baby." Said the woman in a honey voice.

Jimin was completely torn between the woman's affective actions and the girls terrifyed reaction.

His thought were cut when Yoongi took ahold of his mother's wrist and threw it off his sisters shoulder.

He glared at her figure as the soft smile slowly faded away from her lips.

She looked up to her son and her eyes emediatly darkened. The boy stood between the two girls as he kept her gaze.

Suddenly, a loud slap was heard.

Jimin jumped and Naho gasped. One in shock and the other in fear.

Yoongi's head had been slapped to the side, a slight shade of red slowly darkening on gis cheek.

The woman's hand, still in the air as she spoke.

"Why are you still alive." She said.

Her voice had completely changed, going from a very soft voice to a dark and cold tone.

Jimin was still completely shocked at the mother's words.

"Was i not hard enough on you?" She asked, taking another step towards her son.

Yoongi bit his lip, looking through his dark hair to the frozen Jimin that stood in the corner of their living room.

The woman noticed his gaze and gritted her teeth, she took a tight grip on his hair, fisting his locks out of his face as she pulled his face to be meeting his gaze.

His facial expression hardned to pain as he still glanced at Jimin with worry.

"Look at me when i talk to you!" She yelled in his face.

Yoongi still disobeyed, looking pleadingly at Jimin for him to leave.

"Still as usless as ever." She sighed.

Her fist slowly pulled his hair further, reveiling the little scar below his hair line.

"You're scars aren't enough for you to fucking break!" She yelled.

Jimin's eyes widened. He had never heard such hard words, he would never imagine how he would feel if his mother said that to him.

The mother strongly kneed his stomach, making him fall to the ground.

She furiously kicked his stomach before throwing one heel at his head.

Jimin stayed forzed with wide dyes as he watched the older get beaten up.

It all seemed unreal to him; her hits and Naho's cries. I didn't even feel possible.

The mother panted as she stopped her harsh beating and turned around to meet the terrorised boy.

"What are you still looking at! Want to finish like this broken piece of trash." She yelled as she furiously mentioned to her son, motionless and bloddy on the cold floor.

"He isn't a piece of trash." Jimin whispered.

The woman laughed histerically before looking at him in a clod stare.

She wiped the blood on her hands and took a step towards her son.

She sat on his waist and took his face in her hands.

"Here that Yoongi, you turned yet another boy crazy with your broken self." She whispered to him.

Yoongi simply looked staright at her.

She hissed at his strong stare and punched his face.

He cried in pain, crushed under weight.
His face snapped to the side after her punch.

Jimin's eyes widened.

He had teary eyes, ruffled hair and a bloody lip.

"Run...." He whispered