Park Jimin; Sinner

Park Jimin; Suprised

Jimins POV

So in the end Jungkook ended up changing elsewhere, I didn't really put up much of a fight because ultimately it was his choice and I had to respect that, even though I felt slightly guilty that he felt the need to change elsewhere because of me.

He walked out wearing a big black robe thing making him look like a priest from the 1800's. He gestured for me to follow him up the small staircase that lead back up to the main sanctuary. We both charged up the stairs, Jungkooks robe flying behind him and flopping into my face on multiple occasions causing my laugh to echo off the walls.

We broke into the open, faces slightly red and giggling, but I soon heard Jungkooks laugh die and his body stiffened under where my hand had clutched his shoulder. My laughter faded and I raised my head to where a man was standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest. His hair was greying and he wore a plaid shirt tucked into black dress pants.

This must be Jungkooks father.

"What are you doing here so early father?" Jungkook said, not meeting his gaze. I felt my heart race as I recalled that this was the man who beat Jungkook, who moulded him into a monster.

"I was checking to see where you were" the big man said with a scowl "you didn't come home last night" This was when the mans glare met me and I felt all my muscles freeze under his cold scutiny.

"Who are you?" He asked emotionlessly.

"Park Jimin sir" I said directing my gaze at the neglected floor boards. I saw his face scrunch up slightly in what I could only call disgust as he whirled back on his son.

"I see you have been getting friendly with the homo" he gritted between his tightly clenched teeth. I couldn't let Jungkook take the hit so I stood up straighter and spoke.

"Sir I haven't done anything to-"

"I do not want to head a word out of your unholy mouth, faggot!" I flinched at the name, remembering when Jungkook had called me the same thing. I used to not think the word would hurt, even when it came from Jungkook it pretty much slid past me, but when his father spat it at me with such hate and venom, I definitely felt the sting of it.

"Jimin" I heard Jungkook say softly from beside me. I looked over at him, he was still staring at his converse that poked out from under his billowing robe. "You should probably go" he whispered.

"Will you be okay?" He looked up and met my eyes, his looking slightly watery, a small, unsteady smile gracing his soft pink lips.

"I will be fine" I really didn't want to leave him, but he seemed to want me to go, so who was I to argue? "Please go" I nodded, looking at the floor and attempting to shuffle past his father, but I felt a hand grab the front of my hoodie, with a grunted "not too fast" I stopped in my tracks.

The large man leaned down to my ear, breath hot against my neck. I felt myself cringe at the contact.

"Dad stop!" Jungkook called faintly from behind me, earning a glare from the man holding me, Jungkook then shrunk back into himself.

"I don't want to see you around my son anymore, I don't want your homosexual tendencies tainting him" he than pushed me away, sending me scampering toward the large doors.

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I Madelyn way back home, worry constantly tickling at the back of my mind. I was scared that Jungkook's dad would beat him again, and it's not even like I could call or text him, I never got around to getting his number.

I lay on my bed and hopelessly scroll through tumblr, feeling aimless since it was a Saturday and there was no school. Before Jungkook's dad had showed up I had planned to just hang out with him all day, and even when he had shown up I wanted to stay, but Jungkook seemed insistent that I leave.

I passed the day in my room with YouTube videos, pornhub, and tumblr, and before I knew it the sky had darkened to navy. I set my laptop down and made my way to the bathroom with the intentions to have a shower. I grabbed my Bluetooth speaker and a pair of track pants to change into after.

The water calmed me slightly as it's warmth pounded my back and Luhan's voice flowed through the small bathroom.

I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist as I began to brush my teeth. I then slipped my track pants on and turned my speaker off, the silence left afterwards leaving me slightly uncomfortable as always. I walked out of the steamy room and slung my towel over my shoulders to stop water from my hair dripping down my back.

I was just setting my Bluetooth speaker down on my desk when I heard a light tapping. I looked around frantically to find where the sound had come from. Just when I was beginning to think it was my imagination talking I heard it again from the direction of my window.

I quickly ran over and looked out, not seeing anything but the usual empty street. But than I saw a small object bounce off my window, causing me to look down. I saw a dark figure on the lawn, making my heart skip a beat in fear. But the closet I looked the more the figure looked like someone I was familiar with. I opened the window and leaned my head out.

"Your garden had no rocks so I had to use my skittles, I'm kinda upset you know" Jungkook spoke softy from below.

"Why are you here though?" I said through a laugh. "And how do you know where I live?" His face went slightly red as he rushed to explain.

"Your aunt and my mom are friends, and I came because you said you would always be willing to talk." His face was light pink and he looked sort of shy, I'm going to be honest here, he looked super adorable.

"I'll be down in a second"

"Can you also please put on a shirt?" He squeaked before I backed away from the window.

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Song recommendation
On Call by Luhan