There is a divide in society.
Protectors and humans.
Protectors are those who are able to shift between their human and animal form. At the ceremony they become bound together till death takes them both.
The world I know and the world you know are l...
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~*~ Author POV
Jimin didn't like the Orphanage, he wasn't an orphan. He had a loving Dad who cared about him. He wasn't a bad man, he wasn't like anything they seemed to repeat to him.
No matter how many times the people around him told him that his Dad was a bad man, he ignored them all, he knew the truth they were all blind to. They didn't know the Dad he did.
Didn't know the man who read him books every night, animating the character's voices to be unique. The man that would hold him when he felt down, would sit by his bedside when he was sick with the flu or colds.
The man who would take in 6 kids who weren't his own and loves them as if they were his. The man who defied the government to give 6 children the childhood they deserved over the one they were currently living.
The children were nice enough, but they lacked the pure curiosity of his shifter friends. The ones who had no idea about anything really, filling Jimin's life with constant chatter and questions that sometimes they need to go to Jaymin for.
~*~
He was kept in the Orphange for 2 weeks before anything major happened.
His Dad's trial was held in the highest ordeal, the government wanted to put on a full show. A show highlighting their strength and superiority. Of their ability to win against even the strongest of society.
Jimin wasn't allowed to watch the TV to see his Dad's trail. They said that it would be bad to see the man who had 'manipulated' him and 'tainted' his mind.
"Please what happened to my Dad" Jimin pleaded with them. They had confiscated all of his electronics so he could search the internet.
They wanted to cut him off, make him feel isolated. He hated every minute of it, so he retaliated in every way, he drew pictures and put them all over his room, they highlighted his family, his true family.
All of the shifters, his Dad and Rin. All the pictures had smiling figures though the one dawning them did not.
~*~
It was a rainy morning when Ha-kun Jeong turned up. The police officer had been fighting for the full 2 weeks Jimin had been there to get him into his foster custody.
But with Jimin being the son of a high up 'criminal' it was difficult even with his status as a police officer. But the 2 weeks finally marked when he had succeeded.
Jimin had looked at him as sceptically as he had in the police station when they had taken his Dad in and the shifters away.
"I managed to foster you" Ha-kun stated to the young boy.
The boy nodded, the light in his eyes gone, a haunted child stood before him. The childish light having left him behind, instead an older mature darkness had enveloped him.
The boy packed silently, no words spoken. He had become a ghost of the boy Ha-kun had seen fighting with tooth and nail to keep those he loved safely with him.
~*~
The car ride was also completed in silence as Jimin looked out the window. If it had been his Dad they might have been playing 'I spy' or talking about their days. Exchanging words in the comfort of a loved one.
The house was quaint, easily owned under a police officer's salary.
"Welcome to my home I guess. I know this isn't ideal for you. But I hope you can at least feel alittle at home here." Ha-kun spoke honestly.
Jimin kept quiet. He had no words he wanted to speak, he wanted to ask about his Dad but with 2 weeks of being relentlessly shut down he had become too afraid to ask.
"You're probably wondering what happened to your Dad" Ha-kun stated, the Orphanage had instructed him not to tell the young boy.
But he believed that to be cruel, he would want to know. Jimin nodded his head slowly, waiting to see if it was a trick question.
"He was sentenced to prison, since he only committed a few crimes in their eyes they couldn't give him a life sentence though they would've if they could" Ha-kun rambled alittle.
Jimin tugged the man's shirt to gain his attention again.
"Oh right, yes, sorry his sentence is 20 years" Ha-kyn revealed.
Jimin felt sick, his Dad had been given 20 years in prison. Jimin would be 30 when his Dad was finally released. He would be roughly Jaymin's age when his Dad could finally walk as a free man once again.
Jimin wanted to break down there and then but he with held it. He had vowed to himself he would not speak a word till he was reunited with his family.
"You ok kid?" Ha-kun looked at the pasty kid's face and wasn't surprised when Jimin turned his head and spewed his guts onto the wooden floor.
The anxiety having built up inside him along with his nausea and the result showed itself on the once clean floor. Jimin gave him a sheepish look, that at least looked better than his blank look.
"It's fine kid, I'll get you a glass of water to wash away the taste." Ha-kun stated.
When he returned he brought a glass of water as promised and a mop to clean up the mess.
"You should go change out of your clothes, your room is the first on the left and the bathroom on the right. Change your clothes and put the dirty ones in the bath, I'll clean them later." Ha-kun instructed.
Jimin nodded, heading up the stairs with his hand held luggage. He knew he should've been nicer to Ha-kun, but the current situation made it hard for him to feel anything but sadness and anger and this was all wrapped up in his feeling of grief and guilt.
He did indeed change his clothes and put them in the bath. After that he cried, letting out all the pent up feelings buried in his chest, till he had nothing left in him and his face was a blotchy red mess.
~*~
So Jimin has become selectively mute. So you won't get to see him talk for a while though you might get to see some of his inner monologues.
