TRIGGER WARNING

The black curly haired vixen, the one that annoyed him, the light of his life.

Min Kyunsoo. His elder sister.

That day when she had written the letters on his lighter Y.K beseeching him, his heart had smiled. She was harsh with him as she was playful.

Y.K

Yoongi and Kyunsoo.

Their initials, a silent contract between them to not speak of what had happened in their childhood. A reminder to themselves that no one was true and that they had just each other.

It had all started the evening when Yoongi and his sister had come home from school early one day to find their mother, unclothed and naked save for the sweat that glistened on her skin mixed like diamonds with the unknown man above her.

They had shut the door and left, wandering around for hours until darkness fell and Kyunsoo's sobs were consistent as her breaths and Yoongi uniform blazer was white with tears.

Yoongi wasn't surprised. He didn't even cry.

He had lost his trust a long time back.

There had been recurring fights in their house lately, ones that was left prolonged with their father leaving the house drunk and abusive.

Their parents had been once in love, a love so pure and undiluted, yet weak against the whispers in the air produced by jealous and conniving minds. They had fallen prey to it, their love fading away like a mirage in their dessert as jealousy and insecurities took over. It didn't help when the money fell either.

They were both at fault, it wasn't like the Min siblings could pick a fair side. Their mother was rash and compulsive, constantly verbally chipping away at their father's insecurities and fuelling his anger. As they say, the one who loves you best, can hurt you the most.

Also, because she couldn't physically hurt her husband, she hit her children. Bruises and welts form this morning, still painted their arms and thighs under their carefully modest clothes.

What was it for? For not making the bed and misplacing their clothes.

But they had gotten used to it, smiling and laughing unnerving their mother to a point where she yelled at them for smiling. Hey, at least the bruises didn't hurt that much anymore.

Kyunsoo got the brunt of it though. As the elder and female, she was beaten by both of their parents for not cleaning the house or cooking regularly as she was supposed to.

Who the hell cared that she was in senior year and had to start looking for colleges near her like her peers right?

He had often found her crying herself to sleep and it didn't help that Yoongi didn't know how to comfort people. During those times, he could just offer his silent prescense as she lamented her life though broken sobs.

Then there was their dad. Almost equally abusive as their mom, an alcohol addict that liked to spend his money on useless stuff for himself rather than for their family. He always believed that he was right and hearing all their mother's abusive insults had taken its toll on him too.

So he wasn't particularly surpised to see his dad with his arms around another womans waist, in broad daylight either. But before he could turn Kyunsoo away she had seen too. Yoongi had watched as Those eyes that often held warmth seeped out into the cold morning air, replacing with a kind of coldness that made his heart shiver.

She had taken his hand and led him away, for once taking charge as elder and suprising Yoongi.

He watched her taking out a black pen from her school bag, beautiful in the pale moonlight, stronger and kinder than any girl out there.

Y.K

She wrote on Yoongi's pale skin on the back of his hand.

Her eyes gleamed and Yoongi just stared at her waiting to explain.

Both of them were really good at ignoring things that made them sad. To young and afraid to face their scars, to even accept it. Their family was crumbling and all they had was each other.

"Yoongi and Kyunsoo. Yand K." she said softly, uniform skrt ruffling gently in the midnight breeze.

"Both of us forever. Together forever. Against anything. Always." Her voice was firm.

In answer, Yoongi had just taken the pen from her and wrote the same thing on her hand as a silent promise.

No an oth that should never be broken.

*

"I'm leaving." Their mom had announced barging into their bedroom and banging the door like usual. There were no remorse, no guilt no absolute sadness either.

Kyunsoo sat up in her bed which was right next to his, and watched with soulless eyes as his mom a cloth hanger and harshly brought it upon Yoongi's behind.

Yoongi didn't wake up yelping like he used to, he was so used to it, he just whimpered in his sleep. In their household, the words like 'darling' or 'princess' 'or 'my baby' were never used. And wake up calls didn't include bed breakfast and soft kisses on the cheek either. Yoongi often wondered how it was to like to have parents like that, listening to your every word, laughing at your jokes and so free, being able to tell anything and everything with them.

Sometimes he even wondered how families could share peaceful and laughter filled dinner.

"Useless brat." Their mom muttered as she harshly shook him awake, even slapping him a few times.

"Why do you even sleep if you do nothing everyday huh?" She yelled at him as he blearly got up and Kyunsoo winced at the shrill voice.

"Mom. Stop yelling." Kyunsoo said softly and that made Yoongi's head shoot up, completely awake.

"You will tell me what to do?" Their mom snarled at Kyunsoo and held her throat, squeezing.

But Kyunsoo's eyes were defiant, her hands limp at her side which made their mother infuriated.

"How dare you look at you mom like that?!" She screamed in her face, and Yoongi began panicking as he saw Kyunsoo's breathing rate turn irregular and her face turn pale at the lack of oxygen.

"Eomma!" He screamed trying to push her away but she held firm to Kyunsoo's throat. Her eyes were alreay rolling back but her hands whiche were still, didn't reach for their mom in defense, but in Yoongi' general direction, fingers trembling and twitching in a way of 'don't'.

That when Yoongi lost it.

He kicked and screamed, and felt absolute happy and satisfied when his uneven finger nails found purchase on their mother's soft cheeks and raked huge lines and pulled her hiar until she was off Kyunsoo.

"One more time." He warned and her mother didn't hesitate before coming right at him. He had expected it so he lunged for the broom he had forgotten to keep back yesterday and-

His mom was there trying to wrestle it back.

But he managed to land a few hits, taking sadistic pleasure in it as she yelled in pain and the way his arms shook in recoil as they met its target.

Good let her feel what its like to be the one on receiving end.

But his happiness didn't last long.

Since the broom was quite long and heavy in his hand and he ended up hitting Kyunsoo in the head as he swung it up, infront of her cramped bed.

He heard a yelp of pain and silence.

Yoongi turned around, heart in throat as he found Kyunsoo slumped against the wall, motionless like a broken doll.

That distraction was enough for their mother to wrestle the broom away from him and begin hitting.

Yoongi was instantly on top of Kyunsoo, shielding her limp body from the hits and crying as the hits found their mark, right atop the healing ones.

"Lying insolent brats." She yelled as she kept on hitting. "You do not deserve to even live!"

Words and hits kept coming and Yoongi lost track of time, in agony of trying to keep up with all the pain.

Finally right before he thought he would black out, she stopped throwing the broom stick with a loud clatter to the other side of the room.

"I hope I never see any of you again." And then she was gone.

Hours later when Kyunsoo stirred again, their father was balatly now in the house with the woman from before, laughing in glee at the absence of their mom.

Kyunsoo's fingers slowly reached for the pen inside her bag, like the last time and repeated her actions on Yoongi's arm, write atop the fading mark of yesterday.

Y.K.

"Forever." She whispered.

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This was so dark lol.