Call me baby

7

A few days later
Jk
Jimin was taken to the jail yesterday, he is going to therapy classes and if he completes them he will get out within a year. I'm currently staying with my mom and brother, my dad is on a business trip at the moment but he said he would try and be home as soon as possible.

As soon as I got to my parents house I was taken in with open arms, my mom cared for my bandages that need changed and let me sleep in my old room. After I was taken care of she called me down to the kitchen for a cup of tea and a 'talk'.

"So I know it may be a little earlier to talk about this and you can wait if you are not ready but please know that I'm here for you in anyway possible." She was sitting across from me and smiling even though she knew we are both still upset. "I don't know ma? It still hurts, I just loved him so much. But I couldn't continue to risk my own health." I said letting small tears escape my eyes.

She walked around the table to sit next to me and pulled me into a hug, "I know sweetie but you did the right thing for both you and Jimin, you are not getting hurt anymore and Jimin is getting the help and support he needs in therapy." She said trying to comfort me. My older brother walks into the kitchen with a pissed of look on his face. "When that midget gets out of jail he has to deal with me, nobody hurts my little brother and gets away with it." He said as he slung his arms over mine and my moms shoulder.

I turn around and stand up to pull him into a hug, "Oppa, please don't hurt Jimin. He is already hurt enough, he has his own things going on too. I do admit he could have found a better way of dealing with his issues rather than beating me but still." (Oppa is used in the brotherly sense XD)

(NOTE: "Oppa" is usually only used when it is a female referring to an older male, but, I just found it more fitting to the story since Jungkook tends to dress and act more like a female then male. He isn't transgender necessarily, however, he does not compile into the role of "being male" I hope that helps clear things up a bit)

My brother looked down to me and frowned, "but Kookie he hurt you" he pulled me into a tighter hug. I smile at the use of my childhood nickname that I still use to this day. "I'm ok Oppa, I promise I'm fine." I pulled away from the hug to smile up at him. Why can't someone be as nice as my Oppa?

I wish to find someone who loves me.
~
~
~
~
~
~
~
~
~
I appreciate all your votes and comments! ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و sorry for not posting in a few days, I was without service because I was at camp. But I promise more frequent updates! 💕