Your Warmth [YOONMIN]

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"Yoongi..." Jimin called out three months into their relationship, holding the warm mug of coffee in his hands as he listened to the pitter patter of the soft rain agaist the window.

"Yes baby?" Yoongi looked up from his notebook, he was currently putting together a few ideas for a new song.

"I think I'm ready."

"Ready? For what?"

"To tell you why I can't see."

Of course Yoongi had been curious, ever since the day he saw Jimin. But he wanted to be patient. He knew that Jungkook knew how Jimin lost his sight, but Yoongi wanted to wait and hear it from Jimin himself whenever he was comfortable to talk about it.

"Are you sure? I mean, there's no pressure or--"

"I'm sure" Jimin's words were solid.

Yoongi nodded, "okay, I'm listening" he murmured softly. Jimin leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes.

"Growing up, my mother really loved my father. In a way that she'd do anything for him. He was her everything. She wanted his undivided attention" he gulped, reliving the memories.

"I wouldn't say she disliked me, she was a good mother from what I remember. But as I said, she wanted his undivided attention. And I was taking up a portion of his attention" he leaned over and placed the mug on the coffee table, making sure it wasn't placed at the very edge.

"One day, I wanted a new toy. I was only 5 years old and I really wanted this new superhero figurine that was constantly displayed on TV, a few kids from the neighborhood had it. So I wanted it too. And I begged my father to take me to the toy store. I actually threw a tantrum" a small chuckle left his lips as he said so.

"It was a Sunday, my father was at home. He worked as an accountant by the way. So after the tantrum he finally agreed to go and get the toy. My mother blamed him for spoiling me for absolutely no reason" his smile faltering.

"I got the figurine and I was so happy, I really was. I remember hugging the box with one arm and holding my father's hand with the other as we exited the toy store. Then on the way back home...we got into an accident. It wasn't my father's fault, the truck driver had fallen asleep while driving. My dad had passed away almost instantly while I survived...I wish I died instead of him" he muttered to which Yoongi quickly scooted closer and cuddled the boy. "Shhh, don't say that baby. Please don't" he murmured as Jimin relaxed into his boyfriends touch.

"I survived with a few injuries and I lost my sight as well. My mother on the other hand was not doing good at all, she was almost going insane over father's death. She started to become abusive towards me. She hit me, choked me, slammed me against walls. I was only 6 years old. She would tell me that it's all my fault. Sometimes she would let me starve on weekends and would never let me play with my neighborhood friends. I couldn't see, I was clueless" he sniffled, tears running down his cheeks as Yoongi's eyes watered too, hugging him tighter in hopes of squeezing the pain away. He kissed the top of his head which smelled like minty shampoo.

"She taunted me over and over. The abuse went on until I was nearly 7 years old. Then the CPS found out. I think it was my neighbours that had reported her. They obviously took me away from her as her mental health only deteriorated more and more. I was sent to an orphanage and 3 days after my 10th birthday I was adopted by the Kim's. Now I'm not Park Jimin, I'm Kim Jimin and they are my family" he smiled slightly, letting more tears fall.

"What about your mother? What happened to her?" Yoongi asked curiously, using his sweater paw to wipe away Jimin's glistening tears.

"She's alive. She's in a mental institution" he mumbled with not so much of fondness in his tone.

"Have you tried visiting her?"

"Yes, multiple times. Every time she sees me she gets triggered and she tries to grab and hurt me. She hates me Yoongi...s-she hates me. She says she's going to kill m-me. That's her final wish...to kill her one and only son" he choked on a sob as Yoongi shook his head, rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear to calm him down.

"She won't. I would never let her. She's in there for good. She won't ever be able to touch you. I promise..."