Jimin had spent a joyful day at school with Yoongi and his friends. Laughter and camaraderie had filled the hours, making him forget about the troubles that often lurked at home.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, he made his way back home, a sense of contentment warming his heart.
However, as he stepped through the familiar threshold of his house, an unexplainable unease washed over him.
It was as if the very walls of his home were whispering foreboding secrets he couldn't comprehend. He shook off the strange feeling, attributing it to exhaustion.
Jimin moved towards the staircase, intent on heading to his room to unwind and perhaps text Yoongi about the day's events.
But just as he took the first step, his father's voice rang out, cutting through the silence of the house. Panic surged within him as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Turning slowly, Jimin's eyes met his father's furious gaze. His heart sank as he noticed a thick wooden stick ominously resting on the table nearby.
His father gestured for him to come closer, his expression more menacing than Jimin had ever seen.
Trembling uncontrollably, Jimin approached his father, head bowed, and eyes lowered in submission.
He knew that this was not going to end well.
Before he could even utter a word, his father's hand lashed out, striking him across the face with a force that left his cheek stinging.
The pain was shocking, not just because of the physical blow but because his father had never laid a hand on him before, no matter how angry he was.
Jimin's eyes welled up with tears as he tried to comprehend the situation.
"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU LAST NIGHT!?"
His father's voice was a thunderous growl as he demanded to know where Jimin had been the entire previous night.
But Jimin was too stunned to process the words. The first slap had hit him like a bolt of lightning, rendering him momentarily deaf to his father's questions.
When his father received no response, his rage intensified.
He grabbed the wooden stick from the table and began to hit Jimin, showing no mercy.
The sound of each strike echoed through the house, mingling with his father's harsh, hateful words.
Jimin's mother rushed to intervene, desperate to shield her son from the brutality of the assault. She pleaded with her husband to stop, tears streaming down her face.
But he pushed her aside, consumed by an anger that seemed to have transformed him into a different person entirely.
Through it all, Jimin didn't cry out. He didn't beg for mercy. He simply stood there, taking each painful blow as if he had become numb to the physical and emotional torment.
In that moment, as the storm raged within the walls of his home, Jimin felt a darkness enveloping him, and he wondered if he would ever find his way back to the light.
His father kept hitting him until the thick stick broke. He grabbed Jimin by his collar and dragged him up the stairs inside his bedroom.
After throwing him inside the room, his father spatted "If I see you step out of this room, then you'll see what I'll do with you"
He closed the door with a thud and Jimin heard the locking sound of the door.
He just sat there, feeling numb from the inside he wondered as why suddenly his father behaved so abusively with him.
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Diary boy || yoonmin. ✓
Fiksi Penggemar"You are my beautiful little secret" A quiet and introverted teenage boy finds solace in his personal diary. With no friends to confide in, he pours his heart and soul onto the pages. But when fate intervenes and his diary is lost on a desolate road...
