And here was Jimin now, after all that happened, all he endeared, staring at his tired reflection in the mirror. He clutched the hem of his top, hesitating to remove it. Eyes wavering across the bathroom frantically searching for anything abnormal...cameras?
He huffs, finally mustering up the courage to pull off his top, exposing his upper body.
Hickeys...they were every where.
He can't remember the last time his skin was left unmarked. His fingertips traced each bruise, they were deep, showing how aggressively he was being treated. He knew this wasn't right, though he was manipulated to believe it was all good...It was all normal.
He sighed, his hand tugging his pants, pulling them down slowly. His breath grew uneven as a sharp pain shot up his spine as he bent down. It was always there, he was always sore...But then again, this was normal.
It's bound to be like this.
He looked down to his thighs, finger prints marking them too. He always went rough on him, it was always like this. "I-I c-cant do this." He whispered to himself. His own reflection haunting himself. Lifeless eyes staring back at his tired, worked up body.
"You can, what are you so confused about?" The same familiar voice rang in his ears again, pupils constricting as he backed out till his back hit the tiled walls.
Why did Jungkook have to do this to him?
"T-This isn't right." He whimpers, eyes watering as he slid down and curled down into a ball.
"It's all right Jimin. After all, I love you." Jimin's toes curled in, hands shaking violently as he covered his face.
"Gosh you're so beautiful."
Jimin breaks down in to a sob.
His poor manipulated mind fighting against his own thoughts.
"Stop!" He screams, bawling his fist and staring around.
He knows he's being watched and he felt so disgusted. He stood up, frantically throwing around all items which could break, shampoos, scrubs, everything. He hears dark unsettling chuckles as he looked around in panic.
"Leave me alone!!!" He screamed raw, turning to each corner of the bathroom, he felt his presence everywhere and he didn't know what to do anymore. That's when he locked eyes with his reflection.
Just look at you Jimin, pathetic and weak.
All his.
You let him have it, you baited yourself for him.
His dark eyes spoke millions of words to himself. "I hate you!! I hate you!! I hate you !!" He shouted, eyes red and voice raw from the screaming, yes he hated him.
But most of it all, he hated himself.
He fisted his hand, staring back at his weak reflection.
"But this is who you are Jimin, mine, all mine." Jungkook chuckles, and he hated that it was a fact.
It broke him, his hand forcing forward to slam into the mirror, the mirror shattering from the force. He immediately regretted, his hand burning from the fresh cut he caused to himself. He fell on the ground, eyes shutting as he felt numb.
That day after getting hospitalized and then meeting Taehyung in the terrace, he was able to realize that the other had feelings for him, a crush-type liking to him. He didn't know how to react though, all he could do was stay silent.
Anxiousness and guilt ate him up continuously in the following days, he dreaded switching on his television afraid that the news of his murderer father would break out any day.
The police were investigating the murder and he knew somehow it will end up with his father getting arrested.
And the worst thing was he could do absolutely nothing.
What was the use of living anymore?
Why live a life where you can't do anything but live like puppet?
These thoughts constantly ate his mind away.
Infesting his thoughts and breeding in hopelessness.
Until there was no reason.
Until, there was nothing left.
It was better to end it.
Isn't it?
For Jimin. It was.
So he steps out of his house, slipping on his shoes.
But outside he meets Taehyung, he seems to have stepped out the elevator just now.
"Hey Jimin! Where are you heading off to? Taehyung asks, fumbling with the shopping bags in one hand and a phone in the other.
Jimin just shook his head as if wanted to say that nowhere important, giving a faint smile at him before turning around.
"Aigoo. What is wrong with people these days? Murdering for money? Hats off to this Pil-Woo guy I guess." Taehyung mutters absently, making the other stop and turn around with panicked eyes.
They know.
He's arrested, because of me.
His heart aches.
Taehyung stopped reading the article on the phone and snapped his gaze to the other who suddenly scampers up the stairs.
Appa got arrested, because of me, while he didn't do anything.
It wasn't his mistake.
His only mistake was being my parent.
Two men who were just doing there jobs got murdered just because I was selfish enough to sway them astray.
A man lost his life, just because he touched me.
He's the root of all this.
If he just ends himself before anyone else ruins their life, no one will ever suffer again.
He stood at the edge of the terrace, looking down at the concrete road below blankly, chest heaving as he inhales shakily.
He spread his arms, closing his eyes, the wind swaying riffling his hair, death was calling him and he was happy to end it all, a beautiful pained smile resting on his lips.
"Oh world, you knew nothing."
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