Dark Lumination ||Jikook One shots||✓

Devil By the Window

Suggested song—bury a friend by Billie Eilish

(It's worth it!)

➝Top Jungkook
➝Bottom Jimin

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The devil and I get along just fine
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Wake up

“Oi! Who do you think you are to be sleeping till this late? Get the fuck up you waste of space!”

Get abused

“You think you deserve even a bite of this food? You stinky homeless boy! This food will be humiliated if it was to be eaten by you. Get your shitty face out of my sight!”

Sleep

“You are not allowed to sleep before you wash the dishes. Dare not to break anything or you have to pay with one of your own bones” 

That's how he would explain his life in three words. People are terrible, ain't no one is able to be dependent upon. Upon being left alone in the world, more like being abandoned by your parents is a disgrace in this society. They treat you like you are a piece of shit. Jimin knows it better now. Living with his uncle and aunt has been worse than hell. To think he would be fine with them was a disappointing idea that he acted upon. He won't lie that he regrets choosing to survive here. Does he even deserve all of this? He doesn't remember even being harsh to anyone or even speaking in a loud tone to anyone.

Jimin sighed and wiped away the corner of his eye that was wet with an unshed tear. No one knows, no one knows the amount of patience he has to build in order to endure every single insult thrown his way, the way he has to keep his words at bay before they slip out, the way he would rather dig his nails into his palm until it bleeds. But what about his mind? What about his growing mental state that was turning worse with each passing day. To think that he will grow accustomed to all this is not true either, things just keep on getting tough and tough for him with each passing day.

He puts away the dishes he washed into their respective places before proceeding to walk upstairs. The wooden stairs creaked beneath his feet which made Jimin hiss in silence, fearing that his uncle may emerge from the darkness and slap him for disturbing his sleep. To refrain, he skipped a step to make his way upstairs quickly. Managing to stand before his small room he sighed and entered the pitch dark room. The familiarity of the room everytime makes his vision blurry. He half heartedly closed the door, meeting his back lean against the door before Dropping to the floor and bringing his knees near his chest and stuffing his face in between them to muffle the sobs that were desperate to emerge out of him, no longer tameable.

The hitches, the insults, the sobs, the ugly feeling of twisting in the chest, the feeling of helplessness, hopelessness, every degradation, demotivation, every single word of abuse, the feeling of homesickness, the want of love, care, understanding, compromising. It all dawned upon him in the moment and he was not able to fight them away, he failed to bury them that night, he failed to stop them from wandering out of him, he failed to keep himself intact. But what can he do? He desires every ounce of respect, care, love, understanding, and passion.