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When Jimin heard yells and screams coming from the living room, his eyes immediately opened. He merely went there to witness his parents fighting. His mother was attempting to explain while his father was raging. He was hiding behind the wall, watching both of them.
He intended to go there and ask them to stop fighting. He tried to move his legs, but he was unable to. His legs appear to have been glued to the ground underneath him. As tears began to form in his eyes, he closed them.
A child always fears interfering in their parents' disagreements. He thinks back to when his father used to beat him because he was the only son and he wasn't good enough. He has grown to become affected by the fact that he has always witnessed his parents arguing.
Just as he turned to head inside his bedroom in a hurry. The entire living room reverberated with a loud slap sound. He observed his mother on the ground holding her cheeks and some blood on the floor.
He ran to his mother to offer her help. However, his father grabbed his hair and pushed him against the wall.
"Keep out of our business." His father said this as he approached his mother and grabbed her hand.
He gave a slow head shake and started walking back toward his mother. However, his mother begged him not to come with her imploring eyes as she stared at him. In order to hold back a sob, he bit his lower lip. He looked at his mother and nodded his head.
As he nodded, his mother cracked a small smile. Every mother considers what is best for her child. She didn't mind that her husband was going to beat her. However, she must endure it for Jimin's sake. Jimin will suffer the most if she divorces his father.
Jimin hastily locked the door as he went toward his room. All of the tears in his eyes began to fall freely as he slid the door down. He hates it and everything that occurs to him. Why does God just cause him pain? He never did anything wrong, so why do people treat him badly?
When Jimin felt depressed or hurt, this questions would constantly recur in his mind. He hardly bit his lower lip in an effort to avoid making a noise. Jimin is starting to get terrified of even sobbing.
Now that he is aware of what must be done, he enters and shuts the door to his bathroom. He approached the sink and fixed his gaze on the reflection in the mirror. His eyes were swollen, and all that was visible on his face was despair as he stared in the mirror at himself.
He exited the restroom, and headed for his closet. In an effort to find it, he looked while scattering the items in closet. Now more than ever, he required it. It's the only thing that will make him feel more at ease. A little smile came on his lips, when he found his prized possession, the blade.
He entered the bathroom while keeping an eye on the door, and as he approached the sink, he once more checked his reflection. He laughed and raised his left hand, taking the blade in his right. On his wrist, he felt the blade.
He never dared to look at his hands while he made a mark on his flesh. He feels weak as a result, and he may decide to stop hurting himself. looking in the mirror at his eyes. He inserted the blade into his wrist gradually. He hissed and then closed his eyes. One single thought dominated his entire head.
Although it hurts a lot and is intolerable, I have gradually developed an addiction to the pain.
He passed the blade horizontally through his wrist, which caused the blade to penetrate his thin skin more deeply. Blood began trickling out of the wound gradually. Somehow, Jimin felt relieved. He threw the blade away and examined the wound. Having finally injured himself, he looks at the wound he made.
He grinned contentedly at the wound. He obviously doesn't want to get his parents involved, though. He approaches the first aid kit half-heartedly. He removes the cotton and immediately applies it to the wound. Jimin hissed, "Ahh," as he pulled the cotton from his wound.
He reached for a clean cloth and
bound the wound to keep pressure on it. He moved in the direction of his bed and sat down. His previously heavy breath had returned to normal.
He barely has 30 minutes to get to school, according to the time on the clock. Although he does not want to go, he must.
Your doubts about your value in other people's lives often begin in school or at home.
It was always Jimin's home. Poor parenting can also make children bad. He went to his closet and grabbed a pair of regular pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. He grabbed his bag and headed towards the front entrance. He failed to spot anyone. Knowing no one was saying goodbye to him, he sighed.
He exited and began to stroll along the side of the road. His hands were gripping the bags strap. He walked while lowering his head. He was never interested in being observed.
He is worried about being judged in even the smallest way.
He felt cool gusts on his face. Until he arrives at the university, he walks while looking down. He runs his hand through his hair. He strolls down the corridor. He keeps his head down as he moves, but all of a sudden he runs into an extremely attractive person. Before his ass hit the floor, the guy saved Jimin.
Jimin raises an eyebrow at the person who was staring down at him. His brown eyes are peering into other's dark brown eyes. Inches separated their faces. The guy was gripping his waist, Jimin realised. He doesn't know him, but Jimin does. The man tightens his grip on his waist, as he tries to back away.
"Walk carefully Jimin," The guy said as he took his hand off Jimin's waist. Jimin was interested in finding out how the other guy knew his name. Just when he was ready to say anything. The person left. Jeon Jungkook, the guy's name.
Unknown to Jimin, a small spark of excitement appeared when he turned around to gaze at the other person who was leaving. His cheek received a hard slap just as he turned to look at the other direction.He was holding his cheek while lying on the ground.
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