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The Step Son

Jimin's POV

Tears fell from my eyes and I messily wiped them, not caring if I smeared my makeup. I didn't care how I looked for this particular event. It wasn't a happy one. I looked at the frilly white dress and flower crown that lay out in front of me and sniffed wiping my tears that stubbornly fell on their own accord. I took a deep shuddering breath and stood up swallowing my pride and began to undress.

It wasn't that I was ashamed to wear a dress. In fact, I liked pretty things on my body very much, I felt like I slayed dresses and skirts or any female attire and usually would wear them proudly. But the fact that he was trying to humiliate me, had humiliated me, if that made sense. I jerked in fear as I heard someone bang on the dressing room door and slowly opened it moving back. 

He stood there looking enraged, but his eyes didn't fail to scan my body in the dress. 

"What are you crying for? You should be happy you even get to be apart of the wedding, this is the most you're going to be apart of this family." 

He jerked me around by my arm and I felt him pull my zipper back up and slam the crown on my head pulling it roughly over my hair. He turned me back to face him and I looked down. I felt him grin, but I didn't want to make eye contact with him. He'd already established I was not worthy of meeting his eyes. I wasn't worthy of anything according to him. 

"Now go out there, smile and be a pretty flower girl." He slapped me hard, "And I said stop that fucking crying. Go get your makeup redone." 

I stumbled back from his harsh slap to my face and held my cheek running out. 

I didn't have to say anything, the minute I walked into the makeup room I was pulled to a chair and their hands began working expertly over my face. I took a shaky breath, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth. I had to stop my tears from falling so they could work.

I looked at my face in the mirror as she swiveled my chair to the mirror in front of me. I was almost unrecognizable to me. did I look that pitiful? My makeup was smeared and ruined, my eyes puffy. It looked like I had a black eye with the swollen teary eyes and the smeared makeup. My cheek was red and looked swollen from that forceful hit. I closed my eyes not wanting to see myself. 

Not wanting to see what I'd been reduced to. I was a really happy, normal kid before all this. I attended an arts school and was top of my class in dance class, I was popular but that didn't really matter to me. I was focused on dancing, nailing every move correctly, executing every line perfectly, every leap to perfection, sticking my lands with precision, and having exquisite form. I didn't even know I was popular until I left, but I had friends, a decent social life and had a normal home life with parents that were happily married. 

At least that's what I thought. I had no idea their marriage was crumbling and my life would change forever. No idea my mom would think the best decision would be to leave me with my dad. 

I heard the makeup artist grow frustrated and dab at my face and felt tears were falling from my eyes again. It was so hard to be happy through all of this. I don't know why she didn't take me with her. 

                                                     FLASHBACK

I sat up in my bed after hearing screaming and fighting and quickly threw my legs over the side and jumped up padding down the stairs to the noise. 

"this marriage is dead. I thought I could pretend, but I can't do it anymore. You wanted a son, I even gave you one and still you mope around complaining. You don't touch me like you used to, but yet you expect me to give you another child. I'm 40 years old, I don't want to endure another pregnancy. I've worked hard to stay in shape."