GAME | PJM

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the young boy dug a generous spoonful into the ceramic bowl in front of him. a dash of pearly white milk dripped onto his chin as his mother had decided to plant a wet peck on his bunny-like cheek, making his hold on the utensil unsteady and wobbly whilst his attitude was knocked out of bounds similarly.

"why do you always have to do that?" the boy scowled and picked up a napkin to wipe his sticky chin clean. his mother chuckled, giving a bone-crunching back hug; her hearty answer to the same old question that he would always ask.

she knew that words weren't enough, and actions spoke louder.

the last portion of the crunchy oats and hoops that soaked in the bath of milk was quickly shoved into the boy's mouth, once he had looked over at the microwave which showcased the present time in robotic numbers. he scurried to gather all the equipment that was required for yet another intellectual day at school; a lone piece of wheaty goodness had swerved its way into a crevice that had been sore from roughly two days before, the tooth that once called it its habitat had been harshly removed–the boy winced as tears rimmed his glossy eyes when he re-discovered the pain he had felt and didn't want to feel again.

oh yeah, school.

sprinting, his figure almost blurry, he ran up and embraced his mother's leg adorably (as that was the extent of his height compared to her). she smiled, so large it could've broken, and knelt down to kiss his tousled coffee locks.

he smiled back; a gap between the row of his top teeth peeking through.

they smiled together.

"bye! love you!" he exclaimed, grasping the door handle that was just above his fragile head.

"love you too, sweetie. stay safe!" his mother replied, blowing invisible yet meaningful kisses at him with her flower petal lips which hadn't been touched since

she forgot.

the door was slammed shut and the birds were singing their lullabies.

her legs forgot their function and she helplessly slid down the living room wall. she landed perfectly with her knees up to her chest. before she even knew it, all emotion was drained
when she remembered what her son had asked that morning.

"why is daddy never home?"

her lungs became stuffy as she wailed; the agonising flowers that grew within them were appealing yet too fatal to be admired.
that's what she feared her son was going to end up like.

ever since jimin left, imprinting his last name on hers because he could, she feared that any day he could come barging in and hit her once again; or even worse, hit their child.

and that night,
when she stole her of her dignity; among other things.

he only ever left because of himself,
people are sending me death threats he would say,
and it's all your and that's stupid kid's fault.

smack.

yeonmi stayed because she didn't care about herself anymore, she was at the bottom of the list.
but maybe she should've cared.

the mistake that occurred when she slept with jungkook began to grow into her one and only purpose to live–so she owed it to him, in a way. however, jimin gave everything up, the everything that he wanted from the beginning love
for the fame
for the money
for himself.

and she had been played,
because she had fallen in love too quickly.

just how he wanted.

she bled the salt of her soul and as it poured from her eyes where her clenched fists pressed, blocking all of the light, she saw the darkness that she knew would soon swallow him up and she feared it,
longed for it.

the end.