FREAK'S FAIRY | JIKOOK

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Jimin felt dejected, dispirited, depressed, devastated and disheartened. He looked at Cha Eunwoo because his voice was as sweet as sugar, he never intentionally brushed his arms with his friends, his hands just happened to be in that picture. But for replying a stranger, yeah he felt like a SLUT for fucking replying a fucking stranger. A guy who always saw himself as an epitome of purity, first time in his life was viewing himself as SLUT. Jimin was an ethereal beauty but he always veiled himself. As much veiled as a human can be in this fucking modern world. He broke down crying on the cold floor as he lost control of his emotions.

Growing up his parents never understood him. They always accused him for the things he didn't do but none of them was so harsh and hurting. They never gave fuck about his emotional or psychological well-being. But they always provided him food, clothes and shelter. They paid for his education till his highschool, for all those things he always respected them. Not a family maybe but definitely they were his providers for fucking 20 years of his life. But still he hated them all his life, only because he wanted to be treated with love, care and respect. He's 22 years old now and is here in his dream college on scholarship, for he worked so hard.

He thought he was finally free. He wasn't very happy but finally felt at peace after all those struggle and hardship. That night passed with him laying on that fucking ice bed. From that very day, Jimin started maintaining his distance from his friends, his juniors, his seniors, every living or dead species. He isolated himself in a worst way possible but it felt like no-one really cared. The things between Taehyung and that innocent fresher guy, Jungkook skyrocketed. Hoseok joined the dance club as he had a passion for dance. Jimin also loved ballet and contemporary dance and music but what he didn't love was to been seen as a SLUT.

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