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Chapter 1: Reality

The woman who Jimin called his mother was gone He didn't know where not that he wanted to ask either he knew better than that. He was done all his chores and was about to hit his part-time job to pay the parents that were treating him like this. It's like paying rent to your own parents for living in your own house.

He stared sadly at an empty wall.

'Would life be different if I was loved by my parents?' He shook his head denying their existence.

'What if I was born into another family?'

He sighed softly before walking towards the stairs running towards his room. Aka the storage room that might have rats in it.

It was awfully cold in the winter, and sticky hot in the summer, but perfect in spring.

He looked at the beat-up bed and worn-out walls that were way too thick. But He didn't mind since he was alone, he didn't mind anything. He started to softly sing while changing into his work attire.

He looked at scars and bruises scattered all over his body shaking his head. Disgusted at his own body. But he sang again.

Because one day he knew everything would be alright.

.

Jimin had just gotten back from his part-time job and was worn out completely exhausted. But when he entered his house opening the door the man standing in front of him made him shake his tired eyes go wide open.

"S-sir," he stuttered dropping his sweatshirt that he was carrying. He quickly crouched down to pick it up. But The evil man in front of him pulled him inside by his hair before he could even get the chance to grab his sweater.

He was scared, so scared he could have accidentally pissed his pants and wouldn't notice it. And then he realized something he forgot a chore. He forgot to polish the man's black boots. Tears started filling his eyes and he couldn't breathe his hands clasped his chest.

"Listen here you bloody nuisance," he said his voice thick and full of hatred. He pushed Jimin into a wall.

"You're fucking lucky that I let you live here, I give you a few chores, and all a sudden your stupid hands are broken?" He snarled before giving Jimin a five-star slap across his left cheek. With the pain, Jimin felt it could have been a six-star. The impact of the man's hand was so strong that Jimin tripped over his legs and fell to the ground. He sprained his ankle and withered in, stumbling and eventually crawling on the ground. It was so painful that Jimin was on the ground crawling while stumbling over his own legs.

"P-please" Jimin pleaded just wanting it to end as he held his burning cheek that would sting if you tried to touch it.

"I'm not done yet little boy, you should've acted better if you knew what was best for you, take this as a warning." He said smiling evilly. Tears poured out of Jimin's eyes as he nodded holding back a sob. He should've polished those shoes he thought repeatedly he hated himself so much for forgetting something. Tears trailed down Jimin's stinging cheek making it sting more as his "father" grabbed a belt. When he saw the belt in his father's hands Jimin crawled faster only causing the sprain in his ankle to hurt worse.

"Your warning has started," his father said in a stern tone. A wider smile grew on his face. He whipped the belt up in the air and down at Jimin's broken body. Jimin cried and he sobbed and muffled screams escaped his mouth. Each time he lifted the belt up in the air he would come back with a stronger force. Jimin begged him to stop as welts filled his body and small cuts bled. Red lines filling his body marking him all over again.

It was a reminder that nothing, not even his body belonged to him.

He had whipped Jimin 18 times that night before Jimin passed out. Letting his broken body bleed out into the night.

.

When Jimin woke up he was lying on the floor his clothes covered in blood. He looked at the clock.

4:27 AM.

He tried to get up failed miserably falling flat on his face. The pain rushed up to his nose and he almost thought he had broken it. He tried getting up again. He trembled but slowly managed. He was unable to straighten out his legs as he walked. His ankle slightly stung but it was more than bearable. But the whipping had taken the life out of his legs.

How was he going to be able to go to school?

He had no clue,

But he wanted to be anywhere but here. He got into the bathroom almost falling over. He hissed softly before taking his clothes off and heading into a cold shower. He washed himself taking his time because of the pain all around his body. He ended up becoming a crying mess.

'What did I even do? What did I do that was so bad to deserve all of this? Where did it all go this wrong? Why can't it just stop? God, please just make it stop...I need it to stop, I don't know how much I can take anymore...'

He thought sobbing loudly knowing no one was home. He turned the water off stepping outside as the cold air hit him he shivered grabbing a towel and wrapping himself in it. After he had finished drying himself he ran up the stairs into his room picking out a worn-out sweatshirt he had gotten as a gift from his sister when she had left for university.

When he was wearing the sweatshirt he felt like he was being held and comforted he smiled before picking some ripped jeans that he had bought with his first paycheck.

Originally he had gotten a job because he wanted to save some money for university. he wanted to get away from here but he ended up paying rent to his own parents.

He got a necklace from his sister's room. She had actually made it for him but he couldn't keep it in his room else it would be broken by the time Jimin forgets putting it away.

He snuck into his mother's vanity trying to cover up the bruises he had, especially the one on his cheek the outlines of his father's hand were still there, and when you touched it, it would burn. But Jimin couldn't risk it he covered it up with some concealer and whatever other product he found that help him hide it

He looked at his necklace tucking it inside his sweater. There's no way his father would allow him to wear such a "girly" necklace and if he did see, he would beat him worse than last night. He slowly tried to straighten out his legs but he couldn't. He looked at the clock in panic.

5:13 AM

He only had 2 more hours and 17 minutes to get his legs to function properly. He tried stretching them slowly he pulled them straight and then folded them, straightened, fold, straight, fold, straight, fold.

It still ached when he walked but he was better he could deal with it. He smiled softly knowing he could go to school. It was his only escape from this house.

II MIN YOONGI II

I was in the middle of trying to finish a painful creative essay that was worth 15 % of my stupid grade.

What is one thing you love?

I wrote down music at first explaining how much I enjoy composing but Mr. asshole wasn't having it. And said it had no "feeling" to it. And he told me to resubmit it by the end of the semester. Which was in 3 months, like what actual fuck dude?

Like how the hell am I supposed to know what 'the feeling' is you think I wanted to be here? I will rather be a damn rock than be here.

Food is amazing mmm love it so much,

Fuck no,

Sleep is beautiful and underrated.

Eh, let's just go with that.

I love to sleep because it takes up all my time and I don't have to think about how garbage my life is. I like dreaming when I'm sleeping because I feel so free. But I hate the nightmares,

I groaned knowing that this wasn't working out.

I shut my laptop. Hitting my head on my desk repeatedly. I'm going to fail, again. My mom would have killed me. My hands become fists, I couldn't believe I was still looking for her acceptance.

"Hyung!" Soobin comes in suddenly.

"Why are you here?" I said annoyed.

"Aren't you going to eat dinner? it's been an hour since-"

"No," Yoongi said thinking about his mother again.

"Well, there's always pasta in the fridge you can eat if you get hungry," Soobin said softly.

She just couldn't seem to accept music or the fact that I'm gay. She believed that music "made me" gay, I was so fucking sick of it though. You'd expect someone who carried you around for 9 months and got you taken out of her uterus would love and support you to the end. It's just another fantasy that people believe is reality.

"So are you sure you're not going to eat?" He asked.

"No," I said after debating with myself.

"Why?" he asked he wasn't concerned that's the last thing he could care about, he knew Jin would make me eat. But on the contrary, there was more food for him it was his win. He was just curious. I stared at him and he just turned around walked out of the room, purposely not shutting the door.

I looked at my laptop opening it again.

What's one thing you love?

If my mom had accepted me,

save?

❌

And with that, I laid back on my bed closing my eyes and escaping reality.

-I feel like this is so short, but it's 1697 words.-