Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter-2

Jimin's beautiful morning began with the sound of mother yelling the, noises of breaking of glass bottle mixed with it.

He knew what was coming. His every nerve went cold in fear. He was so fucking scared. Clutching the blanket tightly around him, all he could do was to wait till the door of his room is slammed open revealing hus angry mother. He was afraid in his own home, how ironic.

His chest was rapidly thumping as he heard his mother's footsteps coming closer. He knew it. He was going to get hit. It was always like this. Whenever she used to get stressed at work, she would take her anger on him. And this time, the call from school saying that he was absent for his other classes definately didn't help at all.

Ever since his dad passed away, his mother's behaviour took a 180° turn. At first, it wad yelling, then cursing and even verbally abusing him but the things didn't stop there. It got worse and worse. As the time passed all those things changed into beatings and physical abuse.

Jimin didn't stop her. He knew she needed that. He let her take all of her stress on him even though, he didn't deserve that. Yes, he knew he didn't deserve that but if beating him was the only thing which could make her feel better then he would happily give in to that.

"Park fucking Jimin! You faggot, who gave you the permission to skip your classes! You fucking bitch!" And with that, the door of his room was slammed into the wall, his angry mother glaring at him from the other side.

Taking large steps, she walked towards the shaking boy taking a frist full of his hair. He pulled it harshly, with too much strength that they could fall off.

Jimin was whimpering. "I-I am sor-ry m-mom" he whispered "It won't happen AGAIN!" He screamed as the pull became more stronger, yanking his head furiously.

"It better not happen again, you fucking fatass!" She yelled. Jimin's cheeks were tear soaked now.

His cheeks burned by the rapid slaps which were thrown at him. The ring on her hand increasing the pain to multiple times. Jimin shut his eyes, feeling the warm blood dripping down his cheek. After a few more kicks, she left, leaving him bruised in his room.

By that time, Jimin's face was a mixture of blood and tears. The translucent reddish liquid trailing lines on his cheeks.

He walked to the bathroom, sniffling all the time. After all cleaning cuts are necessary otherwise they can cause infection.

"Uh. This damn mirror." He wanted to puch the hell outta it. That fucking mirror. He looked disgusting. At least, that's what he thought.

"No wonder everyone hates me." He sighed, looking at his reflection.

Automatically, his hands started shuffling through the bathroom shelf, searching for something particular. A smile crept on his lips as he looked at the razor blade.

His dearest friend. The only one who never left him and provided him relief. The only thing in the world which didn't hate him.

He placed the shiny metal piece on his arm, hissing at the familiar cold touch. With some more pressure, the tip of blade penetrated into his skin, creating a fine line. He smiled as the blood trailed all over his arm. It was good. Relaxing. The sight of his blood soaked arm relieved him. After washing and cleaning the cuts, he got himself ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be hell.
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Once again, Jimin woke up to his mother's yelling.

"Get your asd ready for school! Fucking faggot! Useless piece of shit! Make yourself usable! I should've aborted you! No wonder your dad left."

Thay was usuall for Jimin. Once the door slammed back, he rolled out of bed and got ready for school.

His walk to school was more like a dare devil stunt for him. It was too hot. He was afraid that his makup will get smudged due to heat. It would show bruises. His jacket didn't help but he couldn't take it off .During all this time, the only thing on his mind was loosing weight.
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Jimin found himself again in the lockers and they were there too. He gulped as he saw them approach him. He couldn't run; they were close enough to catch him. God! Can't there be a single day when they wouldn't bother him.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't school's piggy." Yoongi smirked.

Jimin tightly clutched his fists
and looked down, avoiding
eye contact.

Jungkook chuckled before
pushing him to the lockers,
hitting his back on the metal.
Jimin hissed in pain.

"Leave me alone." Jimin
muttered.

Jin chuckled before walking
closer to Jimin and punching
him in the stomach. Jimin
held backa whimper and
only hissed in pain.

Everyone else around themn
started laughing at Jimin and
cheering at BTS.

"Beat him up!" Someone yelled.

"Fucking pig!" Another person said.

"He deserves it for being born."

"Useless bitch."

"He shouldn't have been born."

"He should go and kill himself"

Jimin wanted to cry. couldn't believe people would say that. And you know, they were right. I mean why would they lie to him. I guess he was the only one that was blind since they're all saying the truth.

Eventually the bell rang and
BTS smirked at him. "See you later, ugly fat bitch" Namjoon
spat on him.

Everyone left so it was only Jimin in the halls. After they left he broke down. He slid down and hugged his knees,
burrying his face.

He heard the bell ring and decided to get up. He went to the bathroom and made it seem like he wasn't crying.

He limped to his classroom.
From all those beatings, he couldn't walk properly.

He opened his classroom
door and walked inside. His teacher rolled her eyes from being disrupted. She didn't
even bother to ask why he was late or if he was okay.

"Don't be late again!" She yelled at him.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Jimin bowed before he started walking to his seat.

Suga smirked as he put his foot on the passage, making Jimin fall. He laughed and looked away. The class burst in laughter.

Jimin just looked down and got up, sitting down.

"Disrupt my classroom
again and see what fucking happens!" The teacher yelled at him.

Jimin just looked at his desk.Not wanting to exist anymore.Many paper balls were thrown at him and Jimin opened at each and every one of them.

"Kill ur self, loser"

"No one likes you"

"Piece of garbage."

"Faggot."

"Lose some weight, pig"

"Maybe if you starved yourself, you wouldn't be a horrible sight to see."

"You're dad must've forgot to put a condom on if he had your ugly ass"

Jimin put them in his bag as tears ran down his cheek. He truly felt alone. He didn't have anyone by his side. He
missed his dad. He missed
his old school.

Maybe it would be better if he was gone. But he didn't want to die. He wanted to stay alive. For his dad.

"Everyone here just cares about looks. All of them only focus on how bad I look. No one is like you dad. They only laugh. They don't wipe my tears like you used to do. Why did you have to leave so eary. I'm so alone now. I want to be with you. I want to come to you.........."