sometimes you give in to the temptation of wanting something false and pure, than real and tainted.
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"you're a liar, jimin," the voice spat at the boy with utter disgust, alcohol practically smoking from cracked lips and invading the pure air around them. "nothing but a devilish cold blooded liar."
"well you see dad," jimin rose from his place on the ebony floorboards, wincing as the pads of his fingertips skimmed the rose bruise upon his cheek. his father stared at his son with a slight trace of fear rimmed around the black of his irises. "i am, after all, your son. guess i didn't fall far from our family tree."
just before the elder could swing another drunk fist, jimin caught it with ease, scoffing at the pathetic attempt his father gave and as said male whimpered. jimin's soft smooth hand was quite different compared to the coarse skin of his father's, the tanned flesh rough from years of working at the shipping site decades ago.
"get off of me you bastard of a child!" but jimin didn't let go. instead, he squeezed harder until the satisfying sound of bones crushing echoed around the room. his father fell to the floor with sobs emitting from his liquor-smothered lips and hot tears falling from cold eyes.
jimin crouched down next to the elder, almost feeling pity. almost.
"don't you ever call me 'devilish'. ever," he kicked at his father for good measure. "because you don't even know the half of it."
