The Hanes Enigma

Chapter Twelve: World

Park Jimin

Four Years Ago

I sprint into my bedroom flick the lights off, on, off, on and off again.

"Hey, baby." I jump as Yoongi places his hands on my waist.

"Yah!!" I whisper and spin around to face Yoongi.

Yoongi frowns and looks to the door. "You didn't bolt it?.."

"It's fine, my dad's out of town again." I smile and kiss him softly. His shoulders relax and he hums into my lips. I break the kiss and hug him tightly.

He frowns, sensing something's up. "Talk to me."

"It's nothing.." I smile and kiss his cheek.

"Great. Now you've lied, tell me the truth." He glares and I look down ashamedly.

"I just.. I dunno... I keep thinking you deserve a little better... We'll never be able to be open about us. I'll probably get betrothed to someone else.. We'll either have to run away and have nothing or you'll forever be my dirty little secret. And I don't want that for you! I just.. I just feel like you could do better. A lot better." My eyes brim with tears and from his expression, I know he can tell I've thought about this a lot.

"I don't care. If you want to run away and we have nothing, I'll still have you. And that's a hell of a lot more than I had before I came here. Or if you want to stay then I'll happily your dirty little secret, because I'm used to that too. In either situation, the one thing that matters is that I'm with you, Chim. As long as I have you, I don't care what I'm going through." He smiles and strokes my cheek.

"But that's not all you are!" I glare at him and he laughs.

"I know.. But you and Hewa are the only people who ever saw that." He shrugs and kisses my nose. "She's gone, so... You're my world, Jimin. So, if I'm with you then in my eyes the whole world thinks I'm important..."

I chuckle and pull him closer. "Well, the world loves you very much..."

Yoongi laughs and drops his head into the crook of my neck. His breath on my skin feels like satin. "I love the world very much too."

"Yoongi.. Let's go with the first option..." I bite my lip nervously.

"Oh?.." He kisses my neck softly.

"I want to leave... I hate it here. I'm only allowed out of this room to go to school and the only friend allowed to see me is Jungkook, occasionally, under supervision. I'm trapped. I don't like being trapped." I have tears in my eyes and he shushes me, kissing them away. "I-I hate it! And I hate that you have to hide when you've done nothing but make me happy for over a year! You're the best thing that ever happened to me but it's like we're getting punished for not being miserable enough!!"

"Hey, baby. It's okay.." He cradles me in his arms and I sob gently. "I can't let you do that, Chim Chim... Not yet... One day, maybe. But you're not an adult yet, you haven't finished school. I can't do that to you."

"But you never even went to school! You turned out fine..." I push away from him slightly.

"Baby, I am far from fine. I worked in a pub and sold my fucking body so I could eat. That is not fine. I'm good now, sure, but that was just luck. And I'm not letting you rely on luck."

"Bu-"

"No. You finish your education. After that, we'll talk again about what you want to do. And if you still want to get out of here, I'll sell the cottage and we'll run wherever you want."

My eyes widen. "No! You love that place!"

"I love you more..." My bottom lip wobbles and he chuckles, stroking my cheek and kissing my nose. "My whole world, Jimin. Don't you forget it..."

He kisses me softly and I melt into him. How the hell did I ever get so lucky? Who even dreams about being loved this much?! I swear, someone was really looking down on me when they gave me Min Yoongi. I'm the luckiest faerie alive.

Yoongi grunts and clings to my shirt. I cup his cheek and frown slightly. He's stopped kissing back. He tastes metallic. I open my eyes and see blood dribbling down his chin. He's sucking in shaky breaths. My jaw drops.

"H-Hyung?.." I blink and take a step back, seeing his light grey hoodie becoming stained dark and wet. My father grabs a clump of his hair and pulls the knife out of his back. Yoongi coughs and a waterfall of blood flows from his mouth again.

"I warned you, Jimin. You two never were good at keeping it down, were you?." He glares.

I lick my lips, scared, and nauseous when I taste Yoongi's blood on them.

My father blinks for a moment and then pulls Yoongi by his hair. I run after him, pleading, crying. Nothing I say does anything and I'm left sobbing on the floor, rubbing my hands together as I beg.

He throws the demon out of the front door and goes to shut it but Yoongi suddenly appears with his hand on the wood. "I won't stop. I don't care what you do." His eyes flick down to me and he wipes the blood from his chin, smiling comfortingly as I whimper on the floor. "My world, Jimin."

My father kicks the door shut and bolts it locked. He slaps me hard but I barely feel it. My father calmly looks directly into my eyes. "Next time, it will be his throat. And then he'll die." 

I get it, now. I finally see what my father's been trying to tell me all along, and why demons are so hated. They don't give up. They're determined. That's why they either get what they want or die trying. I can't let that happen to my demon.