True American psychos

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"Mommy!!!!"

The sweet voice belongs to the 3 years old kid calls to Jimin while he gets out of his black Porsche, smiling widely to his son as he crouches down to the tiny boy's size and opening his arms wide for the boy to hug him.

"Aiden my baby!" Jimin says, hugging his son tightly before he averts his gaze to his son's babysitter. "Ah, thank you so much for taking care of him!" Jimin thanks her, as the baby sitter brushes him off. "You know it's my job, Jimin. Have a safe ride to your home, okay?" She says in English.

Jimin let's out a soft smile. His eyes a little bit sad as he remembers what day it is today.

Yeah, they should probably hurry.

"We will," He says, standing up once again and taking his son's small baby hand into his.

"Take care, Grace."

The babysitter smiles a little. And for a moment, Jimin feels sorry for her. He really would offer her a shelter at his house, but....

As much as he worries about everyone's safety, it's not really a good idea for you to trust anyone during Purge day.

Jimin then immediately turns around and walks his son towards his car, putting the kid at the seat besides him and fastens his son's seatbelt before he walks towards his seat and does the same as he drives his car towards home.

"Mommy is so sorry for being late, okay? I got a little bit busy today," Jimin apologizes, his eyes train to the road.

"'S okay!!! I was playing with bear!!" His son answers, as Jimin smiles at his 3 years old baby. His son has the exact same almond shaped brown eyes and a Nubian nose like his father, but with a pair of lips and eyebrows that's the same as Jimin's.

Two years ago, Park Jimin got married to a handsome rich business man named Asher Hunter. And for a moment, all went well for the both of them. They've dated for 3 years while Jimin was rising his career as a super model. And when he proposed, of course Jimin said yes. He thought he's finally going to settle with his very own dream family. He then got pregnant with their first born, Aiden.

It all went well until Jimin looked at his husband's phone one morning. A notification of a text from his secretary pops up on his lock screen. Jimin took one look at it before a silent shaky gasp escaped his lips as he took a step back. His heart got shattered to million pieces.
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Zara

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And then they fought. And long story short, they got a divorce. About the child custody, of course Jimin had won. His son hadn't even born yet. He needed a mother to stay besides him while he's growing. After all, Jimin has a stable job with lots of money. He had absolutely no problems tending to himself and his little baby.

On the other hand, his ex husband was not really happy about that, though.

But past is past.

"Mommy, look..."

Jimin snaps out of his trance to look towards the direction of his son's little finger, pointing at the outside besides the road as Jimin gasps. His lips mouth a silent "Shit." When he sees some people already wondering outside with their own murderous looking customized masks, and it's not very pleasant to look at.

Jimin feels a sheer of eeriness as he eyes those creepy head covers that they're using to hide their faces. The masks' furs look so dirty like they've been stored inside of a dusty shelf for a long time. Some of them have sprinkles of blood stains on them, complete with a set of sharp teeth forming a wide psychotic evil smiles as a decoration.

There's like about five of them. The one with the fluffy pink bunny mask with its eyes gauging out is holding a sharp axe in their hand, resting it on their shoulder. And the rest, the white bear, the orange cat, the yellow tiger, and the black bear all with the same mask texture as the pink bunny are holding their weapons too. Knives, an axe, a bat that's being attached with sharp concrete nails and even a saw visible besides them as they come out of their white van, most likely preparing for the Annual Purge day. Jimin swallows his own saliva before he presses his car paddle harder, sending his car rushing fast towards his house.

He fucking hates this day.