Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

42 (M)

"The wounds you leave on an orphan may never heal, only deepen, shaping a heart into something colder."

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(청화 고아원)

Jimin POV's

The orphanage is a dark and unsettling place. Shadows hang on the walls, and the air feels heavy with sadness. I've only been here for four weeks, but it feels much longer.

At just four years old, I've already seen more pain than many adults. Moving from one orphanage to another is something I know well. I've learned not to get attached because it only leads to hurt.

Typically, I stay in one place for about a year, but each new home seems lonelier than the last. I can't even picture the face of the person who left me here; they've forgotten me long ago, just like everyone else.

Food is hard to come by, only given to those who the staff likes. I quickly realized that kindness is not something I can expect. Most days, I'm ignored, and I don't get the warmth that other kids have. Just yesterday, I was holding a bowl of cold porridge when a caretaker looked at me with disgust.

"Someone like you doesn't deserve kindness," she said, yanking the bowl away and spilling it on the floor. Her words hurt deeply, and I felt so alone standing there.

My stomach growls with hunger, a feeling I've grown used to. I've accepted that pain is part of my life. The bruises on my arms remind me of the other kids, who don't like me just like the adults don't. They call me names like "monster" and "bad luck," and those words stick in my mind. The insults sting, but the stones they throw hurt far more, leaving marks on my skin and showing me that I don't belong here.

I can't forget the worst memories of this place. One time, they pulled me into the bathroom, laughing as they pushed my head under the cold water. I clung to the sink, gasping for air, but they only laughed louder while I struggled.

When a caretaker finally found me, shivering on the cold tile, she didn't care. "Stop being dramatic," she said, annoyed. She locked me in a closet, treating my pain like it was just an annoyance.

The closet became my escape from hunger and fear, a quiet spot away from the mean kids. But it's also lonely. In there, I don't have to face stones or insults, but I also don't have anyone who loves or cares for me.

The weight of being alone feels heavy, always reminding me that I'm lost, moving from one place to another without knowing who will care for me or where I truly belong.

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The visuals were explicit, undeniable, a brutal confrontation that felt like a punch to the gut.

As J-Hope stood frozen, he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. His boss, a man he had devoted years of his life to, was tangled in sheets with his own stepbrother. "What the actual fuck?" he breathed, heart racing.

Seojun swaggered over, a smug smile spreading across his face as he savored J-Hope's horror. "See what I mean?" he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Our 'perfect boss' is getting it on with his own brother. Can you even comprehend how twisted that is?"

J-Hope's mouth went dry, his fingers trembling around his phone as he reluctantly tore his gaze away. "You have to be kidding me," he muttered, panic rising in his chest. He turned to look at Jungkook, who had just joined in "Please tell me this isn't real."