Zombie Tingz - BTS OT7

For some reason I have a HUGE writer's block on all my other stories BUT this one. Be grateful.

T/W
-mentions of abuse
-mentions of nonconsensual activities

Unedited
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Yoongi wanted to keep his mouth shut. He wanted to just ignore it and continue pretending to be asleep.

But the sounds he made, every uneven breath he took, made him want to rip the two apart.

It was so cruel to him. How could they engage in something like that when clearly there was a relationship brewing? How could they possibly hurt someone like that just to calm their hormones?

The grimace on his face never left, even as the car stopped for a break, it didn't leave. Does Jeongguk know? He couldn't help but wonder as he watched Jeongguk and Hoseok play in the crystal clear water connected to the beach they stopped by. They kicked and splashed water on each other, Hoseok even going as far as to tackle Jeongguk and thus leading them to play fight in the shallow waves.

Yoongi knows why he's so bothered by this. Why he feels his chest tighten at the thought of the innocent boy getting cheated on. In a way, he sees himself in Jeongguk. No one would believe him if he said so, but he does.

Yoongi used to be happy, too. He used to be energetic and used to smile and laugh and even enjoyed nature. He used to have that light in his eyes that Jeongguk has in his, he used to be cute and cuddly. He remembers writing song lyrics on park benches and staining his clothing with acrylic paint whenever he got too excited about painting.

It started when he was kicked out for being gay.

When he came out to his mother on a Sunday morning somewhere near the end of his senior year in high school, she yelled at him. She yelled and demanded that he say he was lying. She demanded that he stop joking and that he continue talking animatedly about his music. It wasn't a joke, though. And he can feel the tears burning, begging to fall from his eyes now as his mother continued to yell.

"I-I'm sorry!" He had sobbed when he took another hit from his angry father who had came back from a bad day at work. His skin was painted purples, reds, and blues, just like a picasso peice. The plain canvas that was once his pale skin became splattered with shades of different colors.

Red. Hurt.

Purple. Pain

Blue. Sorrow.

The list went on.

He was sent to his aunt's house to finish the school year. His aunt was never really home, she didn't mind that Yoongi was gay, but that didn't mwan she wasn't bothered by it. Daily, she made comments like "don't bring any men here." Or "make sure you get tested for STDs." At the time, Yoongi was a virgin and he was very bothered by her comments.

He cried on his graduation day when his parents didn't show up. None of his family did. No one was there to congratulate him or pat him on the back. He would have even been fine with just seeing them there. But there was no one. So he watched with jealousy as his classmates got balloons and gifts and hugs from their family members.

One day, as he was coming back from a run to the store, he met someone.

That someone was handsome. Smart, articulate, and had a good paying job. He was taller than Yoongi by two heads, not that Yoongi minded, he had a thing for taller men. He explained that he needed to survey people for a class project. Yoongi decided to participate because why not?