your favourite thing was to tell twisted fairytales that brought children to tears and adults to insanity.
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he was made to sit in a plum velvet chair in one of the many sitting rooms, his eyes terrified as he looks up at his father. bloodshot eyes and liquor staining his cream shirt proved his was in fact drunk, pure evil brimming around his waterline and left fist tight around the sweaty neck of the chilled beer.
"i don't want you here anymore." his father spoke with venom dripping from each vowel, hate lacing each and every blink.
"father i-" mr.park threw the beer bottle at his son. fortunately he aimed too high and the frothy liquid stained the expensive wallpaper, small splats landing on jimin's back.
"you're devil spawn, i'm nothing to you," there was clear fear outlining the elder's pupils as his sight trained on everything other than jimin.
the man was obviously terrified.
but jimin didn't want to hurt anyone, even the homophobic abusive drunk that was supposed to be his father. he wanted to make people happy and smile and live a life worth living; but no, he instead made people angry and hurt and drove them to the deepest pits of depression.
