LOST LOVE || JIKOOK✅

35.My 17th Birthday

Violence - ⚠️

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It's been a year since I joined my high school. As Mr. Kim said, I didn't encounter any bullies, nor did I make any friends. Everyone here is more selfish than I had thought. They sometimes skip classes and chat boldly in front of the teachers, which surprises me a lot.

Each of my classmates is wealthy, and it seems they are only studying for the sake of appearances.

I used to stay silent and only talk to people when necessary. My uncle, on the other hand, doesn't know about my arrangement with Mr. Kim. Yes, I still haven't told him that Mr. Kim gave me an opportunity to act in movies after some time.

I know I can't hide the truth for too long, but for now, I don't want to act until I turn 18.

Speaking of Mr. Kim, I haven't seen him since then. Perhaps he's busy, and I did find information about him on Twitter. Additionally, his films are lined up for release.

My daily routine involves getting up, going to school, and returning home.

Until....

Everything changed once I turned 17 years old.

It was my first birthday celebrating without my parents.

I lit up the candles on a butter bun, which I bought from my school canteen.

I closed my eyes, and I don't know why tears started to shed more. I also didn't know what to pray for; I was simply closing my eyes.

I opened my eyes and blew out the candles with a weak smile.

"Happy birthday to me... happy birthday to me... Happy Birthday to Park Jimin... Happy Birthday to you," I sang as I cut the bun and cried aloud.

"Jimin, ah?" I jolted as I heard my uncle's voice. I quickly stood up from my place and looked at him with teary eyes.

He came closer to me, noticing that I was celebrating my birthday all alone. "Why are you celebrating all alone?" he asked with a sweet tone that left me unsure how to react.

He then cut the bun and extended it to me, "Do you think I wouldn't wish you?" he asked, and I shook my head before quickly taking a bite of the bun he offered.

He began caressing my cheeks, which made me feel uncomfortable and caused me to shiver.

"Are you hiding something from me?" That's all he asked me, still caressing my cheeks.

"N-no, Uncle—" I couldn't even finish my sentence when he slapped me harder, and I fell onto the floor.

I whimpered aloud when he grabbed my hair harshly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" I tried to explain, but he only slapped me again.

"Shut the fuck up," he shouted, and I flinched at his words.

"I think I have let you live happily for a few days, but Jimin, I think it's time for me to teach you how to respect me back, I guess!" He grinned and I screamed aloud once he hit me with his belt.

"How could you hide this from me? Do you think I'm here to babysit you?" He scolded and hit my body everywhere.

I shook my head and curled up, sobbing silently.

"Listen, tomorrow, I will inform Mr. Kim's company says that you are all set to act with him. Am I clear?" He shouted, and I vigorously nodded my head.

He then threw his belt at me and left me all alone.

Left alone, I lay on the floor, my body aching from the hits and my heart heavy with fear. The room felt suffocating, and the weight of my secret and my uncle's anger bore down on me.

One thing is clear: from tomorrow, I can't live my life normally.

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