'Jiminie, what's wrong?'
Jimin is asked that all the time. He hated people worrying over him, so he started pretending he was fine, always keeping to himself and never talking about his problems, and boy did he have many of those.
Things start bec...
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"Where the hell were you?"
Jimin flinched at his mother's loud voice and shrinked back in the old armchair where he was sitting. He had just arrived home when his mother had grabbed him by the forarm- which was definetely bruised now.
"I told you I was going out with Yoongi."
Silence overtook the living room as Jimin looked down at his hands. He had the urge to cry but tried his best not to. He didn't want to show weakness to her. He silently wondered what had happened for her to be like that.
She put a head on her forehead and started pacing back and forth in front of the TV. " Yoongi huh?" He nodded his head slowly as he avoided her eyes.
"Why is he even spending time with you?"
That made his head snap up towards her. He frowned and hoped to God that she wasn't going to say what he thought she would. She didn't care about other peoples feelings. Seeing people cry because of her words made her feel strong.
"I mean, why would he waste his time with a pathetic little shit like you?"
Jimin's eyes widened. His hands tightened around the armchair's arm, his stomach tied in knots.
"Look at you!" She turned towards her son, looking at him disgusted." You are nothing but an ugly fat little bitch. All you do is cry and whine, you don't know anything. You are useless. Why would anyone want to stay by your side?"
She was now yelling. Her voice loud, her face monstrous. There was a crazy look glazing her eyes. She looked like she was ready to kill someone.
"This is why your father doeasn't love me anymore. Because I gave birth to a child like you. That's he had a boyfriend. Did you hear that you lttle bitch? You made him a faggot. You brought the disease home."
Her hand flew to Jimin's silver hair, yanking him from the cushion and down to the floor where she slapped him. Tears were now freely running down his face as he clutched his head in pain. He flinched when she walked towards him but she stopped.
"You are useless. No one loves you, and no one ever will. Who would love someone like you?"
She kept saying the same things, stabbing her own son in the heart. He just sat there, tears staining his cheeks because of her words, and watched her grab her coat and slam the door behind her.
Jimin fell on the floor completely, his hands no longer holding him up. More cold tears fell from his eyes as he thoight of what she had said. She's right. No one will ever love me. A chocked out sob came out of his lips as he cried, broken on the floor.
An idea popped in his head and in horror, he shook his head. He ran up the stairs, his heart pounding. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand and looked at it, hyping himself up. He needed to call him. He needed to know weather what his mother said was true.
