Fuckable Friend || Jikook & Vmin

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“A bad parent is like a poison that slowly kills their child's spirit.”
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March 12, 2014

In a cruel repetition of the phrase "Ugly duckling," the children taunted Jimin, who lay on the floor, tears streaming down his face, his body soaked with water.

Amidst the jeers, Yoongi remarked with a sneer, "Let's make some duck meat like my mom does. Obviously, you wouldn't know how to do that, right? Because your mom is..."

"...Too weak!" the children chorused in mockery, and Yoongi seized the opportunity to nudge Jimin on the head.

"Pass me some eggs," Yoongi emanded arrogantly, as eggs were mercilessly cracked against Jimin's head.

"This egg is for being too smart," Yoongi chanted, striking him.

"This is for being ugly," another blow landed.

"This is for being born," yet another hit.

"And this..." Yoongi pretended to ponder, "...is for having a weak-ass mom."

The nine-year-olds laughed in unison, unchecked by absent teachers, too fearful for their jobs to intervene.

"Someone get me some flour!" Yoongi demanded.

As the flour was brought forth, Jimin, now seething with anger, attempted to defend his mother.

"My mom isn't a weak-ass mom! At least she doesn't sit at home all day waiti—" His words were abruptly cut off as a cascade of flour engulfed his head.

Choked by the flour, his vision clouded and breath stolen, Jimin desperately cried, "Stop!" But the merciless children closed in, slapping and kicking him relentlessly.

Yoongi perched atop Jimin's dirty bag with his scattered notes, mocking him with a cruel taunt, "That's how my mom prepares duck meat. At least you'll be less ugly."

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As the rain poured heavily, Yoongi and his minions sheltered beneath their umbrellas, their laughter echoing as they pushed Jimin out into the unforgiving downpour

The icy rain pelted him, his thin, drenched clothes revealing the scars that marred his body.

Amid their taunts, one boy shouted, "Your drunk dad gave those to you, right?" Their laughter intensified as Jimin's tears flowed uncontrollably, his sobs escaping his trembling lips.

On his knees, he begged through the torrential rain, "Please, save me. It hurts so bad." Jimin clung to his shivering body, aching both physically and emotionally, as his tormentors showed no mercy.

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"Go clean the school toilet; I don't want to do it," Yoongi commanded, his voice dripping with cruelty, directed at Jimin's trembling frame.

"If I don't..." Jimin's voice was almost inaudible, choked by fear.

"What?" Yoongi sneered, his patience thinning.

"I said, if I don't fucking do that!" Without hesitation, Jimin tried to walk away, only to be violently yanked back by Yoongi's relentless grip.

Yoongi stared at him coldly as Jimin's body crashed harshly against the unforgiving floor.

"If you don't..." Yoongi gestured to his minions, who produced a cruel instrument, a curler.

"If you don't," Yoongi repeated, lightly tapping the curler against Jimin's arm. Then, with a sinister grin, he opened the curler and burned Jimin, causing him to shriek in agony.

Held down by two boys, Jimin was utterly helpless, deserted, and heartbroken, with no one to come to his aid.

"I'll fucking kill you," Yoongi taunted, his actions leaving nasty, scarred reminders of the torment etched into Jimin's skin.

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"I'm home," Jimin said, his voice tinged with unhappiness, but his arrival was met with the jarring sound of items shattering in his cramped house.

"Where's the money, you stupid bitch?" Mr. Park's angry shout echoed through the room.

Jimin entered the chaotic scene, his heart sinking as he witnessed his mother's swollen purple eyes and bloody lips, her dishevelled hair evidence of the violent struggle that had transpired.

There was no freshly cooked meal waiting for him, no warm embrace; instead, he was greeted with harsh shouts and brutal beatings.

"I don't—" Mrs. Park attempted to speak before Mr. Park interrupted her with venomous words.

"Oh, spare me that bullshit! You're a fucking nurse; you should—" Mr. Park's tirade halted abruptly as he noticed Jimin's presence.

"What in the world are you looking at? Move to your room before I make you the next victim," he spat out, seething with anger.

Jimin rolled his eyes, muttering an insult he had picked up from the people around him as he retreated to his room.

There, he found solace in his studies, attempting to drown out or, at the very least, temporarily numb his pain.

No one on the street or at home ever inquired why he was dirty, why he was injured; no one seemed to care, and that neglect stung deeply.

With a heavy sigh, he opened his drawer and retrieved his knife, getting closer to his wrist as he cut through it the sensation of the blade piercing his skin, offering a strange sense of relief.

Wiping away the blood, he proceeded to cut the other wrist. He felt in euphoria even though it stung, Jimin found it comforting.

It made him forget his misery something jimin wanted even just for a short period.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as the stress seemed to wash away, and he dropped his head onto the bed, seeking solace in the darkness of his room.

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In the depths of that dark night, Mrs. Park's voice was a hushed whisper, laden with regret.

She tenderly patted Jimin's hair, her touch gentle as she choked out her words, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a terrible mother."

Tears welled up in her eyes, obscuring her vision, as she finally confronted the pain and remorse that had lingered within her for far too long.

Suddenly, Jimin rose from his place and enveloped his mother in a tight, tearful embrace. "It's not your fault," he sobbed, his voice filled with love and understanding. "Just promise you will never leave me."

Together, they wept, their tears mingling as they sought solace in each other's embrace, a fragile bond of love and support in the midst of their shared pain.

Nothing like a mother's love

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