Pure Hatred (Park Jimin x Reader)

Moving In

Since two years ago, your life has been a living hell, and it's getting worse each passing day. You were sick of being fought over by your parents. Of course, you had a choice in who you wanted to live with, but you left it up to them.

You loved them equally, no way you could just easily chose a side. Why did they have to divorce? Well, you never really knew. It was just so sudden.

Your mom won the battle. She took full custody of you. A 16 year old girl. You could only see your dad one weekend a month.

And what could possibly make things worse? Your mom found a new boyfriend after 4 months. And 2 months after that, you moved in with him.

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"(Y/n), we're almost there." Your mother spoke in an excited tone in attempt to cheer you up. You rolled your eyes and looked out the window. You haven't spoken much to her the past couple months. How could she do this to you?

Today, Friday, was your last day at your old school, and you were going to be attending a rich person school starting Monday. Great.

You pulled up in a driveway to a large house. A mansion, you could say. You got out of the car, grabbing your suitcase and backpack. Your mom rang the doorbell, and seconds later a tall man opened the door. The sight of them kissing made you want to throw up.

"(Y/n), good to see you again dear." He said. You faked a smiled and bowed in politeness. He told you where your room was, and you immediately went there. Up the stairs, down the hall, last door on the right. You walked in the room and froze.

It was decorated with your paintings hanging on the wall, pictures of you and your friends on your desk, a single pink rose in a small vase in front of your window, blue curtains, and a grey floral bed set. It was almost exactly as you would have made it. 'Did mom do this..?' You thought to yourself.

You set your suitcase down and started to put things away. Underwear and socks in the top drawer of your dresser, pants on the second, and pajamas in the third. You hung your shirts in the closet by color order.

You were a very organized person. A get-it-done person. You set up your mini art studio in a corner of your ginormous room. You were big into art recently, it really helped calm any stress or anxiety. It also kept your mind off of everything. It was a way to cope with your depression. A much better way than cutting, you discovered.

You heard a knock on your door, and you went to open it. "Hey kid, dinner's ready in 15 minutes ok?" The tall man said with a big smile. You smiled back, nodding hesitantly, He ruffled your hair before walking off. Your smile instantly faded and you fixed your hair.

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10 minutes passed, and you decided to head down for dinner. Just as you opened your door, the door across from you opened. You looked up to see a boy around the same age as you. 'Ah, he has a son. I forgot' you thought to yourself. Your silent staring contest lasted almost a minute before he finally spoke up.

"You're not as cute as I expected." He said as he crossed his arms. You raised your eyebrow and scoffed in disbelief.

"What?" You gave him an angry look, putting your hands on your hips. He smirked a bit.

"I bet you weren't expecting to see such a hot guy right?" He spoke in a cocky tone.

You hated him.

"Hot?" You asked as you crossed your arms. "Do you own a mirror? You're hideous." You bit your lip. You tended to bite your lip when you got nervous or you lied, but he didn't know that.

"You're just jealous." He shrugged and walked closer to you. You leaned against your door frame and watched his every move. "I'm Jimin, but you can call me Mr. Handsome." He said as he put his arm against the wall, leaning in.