The meaning of living| Yoonmin

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I'm in the courtroom waiting for them to bring out my uncle. I look around the courtroom and see kids from my old school. I grab yoongis hand as they bring out my uncle. He glares at me as they bring him to his seat. I squeeze yoongis hand.

"It's fine, don't let him intimate you." He says.

I don't say anything.

"If you get scared just look at me." He smiles softly.

"Okay." I nod.

They start the trial. After awhile his lawyer calls me up to the stand.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God." The baylift asks.

"Yes." I answer.

I take me seat.

"So Mr. Park. You say your uncle, my client Mr. Lee raped you is that correct?" His lawyer asks.

"Yes." I answer.

"Why is that?" He asks.

"Because it happened-" I get cut off

"You're gay right?" He asks.

"Objection, relevance." My lawyer objects.

"Overrule, Get to your point." The judge states.

"Please answer the question, Mr. Park." He says.

"Yes, I am." I answer.

"When did you know you were gay?" He asks.

"Around 12." I guess rubbing my hand nervously.

"Did you ever have a crush on your uncle?" He asks.

"No." I say.

"Well maybe you did and didn't know how to deal with it so you decide to make up this story about being raped." He questions.

"That's not true." I answer.

"Around the age of 12 didn't your parents divorce?" He asks.

"Objection, again relevance." My lawyer objects.

"Overruled." My judge states.

"Yes that's true." I answer.

"Well maybe you decide that you want a little more attention so you made up this story." He persuades.

"No." I try and hold back my tears.

"Just admit it." He scoffs.

"I didn't." I say.

"Admit it." He yells.

"I didn't!" I cry.

"Objection, he's harassing my client!" My lawyer yells.

"Your witness." The judge says.

My lawyer comes up a piece of paper.

"Jimin, a couple weeks ago we had you take a lie detector test right?" He asks.

"Yes." I say.

"Would you mind if I read it to the court?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"On your 10th birthday did your uncle touch you inappropriately? He said yes and this test showed he was telling the truth. On your 10th birthday. Did your uncle do anything sexual with you? He said Yes and the test told us he was telling the truth. On your 10th birthday did you consent to anything that happened? He said no and the test said he was telling the truth. On special occasions when your uncle would come over would he do it again? He said Yes and the test told us he was telling the truth." He reads.

"Now would you mind telling us how this has effected you?" He asks.

"I couldn't have psychical contact with anybody, I couldn't trust anybody, I developed an eating disorder." I explain.

"How bad is this eating disorder?" He asks.

I look over to Yoongi. He mouths 'You're fine.'

"I-um- I almost died 3 weeks ago." I admitt.

I hear gasps.

"We weighed Jimin before he came into the courtroom." He stops.

"He's 83 pounds." He adds.

People gasp again. I really want to pull my legs against my chest.

"I hope the jury will believe him because he's use to nobody believing him." He addresses the jury.

"Jimin you may step down." The judge gestures.

I go over over to Yoongi and holds his hand tightly.

"You're fine." He comforts.

The jury goes into a room away from everyone.

"When we get home can we cuddle." I ask.

"We're going home right after this." He says.

"Can we cuddle In the car?" I ask.

"Yeah." He agrees.

After a couple minutes the jury comes back. That was quick. Hopefully that's good.

"How does the jury find the defendant?" My judge asks.

"The jury finds the defendant guilty." One of the jury says.

They're about to take my uncle away when he yells.

"That was our secret!" He says breaking free from the guards.

He runs over to me. Yoongi pushes me behind him.

"You weren't supposed to tell anyone." He says as the guards drag him away.

"You promised." He yells.

Yoongi turns around and quickly takes me out of the court room to the bathrooms. He hugs me tightly as I cry.

"Closure my ass." I cry.

"Guess what." He tries to calm me down.

"What?" I ask.

"He's going to prison And do you know what they do to child molesters in prision?" He asks.

"What." I say.

"The same thing they did to the children." He says.

I smile softly.

"He's going to understand your pain." He rubs my back.

Revenge.