07: abuse (mature)

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by darluu-

by darluu-

go read my latest chapters in welcome to ya boi. there's an explanation for why I have been on semi-hiatus. <3 here r some long ass chapters so bye

Jimin POV

• A few days passed, and I was thinking so much that my head was to explode if I didn't do anything.

Jungkook doesn't know I'm gay, I thought. And I only know him through the Internet. I won't meet him, I'm sure. So why don't I just...

Tell him? •

mochi🍡: hey u punk
A few moments later
kook_aesthetix: *studying*
mochi🍡: ok lol but y u on the phone
mochi🍡: bUsTeD!!
kook_aesthetix: whoops I meant *studying on phone* hA
mochi🍡: shit
kook_aesthetix: yup. whenever u text, u have a reason to. y u here?
mochi🍡: i take offense
kook_aesthetix: srry I'm just a curious bitch ;)

• I let out a nervous laugh. I was going to confess. But why was I like th-

"Fuck!"

I turned at the noise, trying to peer out of my bedroom. It was dark and I could barely see.

"Jimin, my boy!"

Then he was revealed. My Hell of a father. And he was drunk.

"Hoooo-eee!" He slurred, and took my hand aggressively. "Come with me..."

I tensed. "Um... No thanks."

"C'mon!"

"I said no."

Suddenly, his face turned cold. "What did you say?"

"Wait-"

"YOU SHIT," the monster bellowed.

"I'm sor-"

And yes, the most predictable thing happened. A pain struck my face, and I fell to the cold ground. I tasted blood. Of course I had landed on the sharp bed leg.

He giggled, and grabbed my wrist again. "Tsk, tsk. Follow me!"

Petrified, the walls flew past me as we made way for the master bedroom. I knew what was about to happen. He had done it before already.

The door bursted open, showing my mother reading on the mattress. She looked up, and her face paled as she spotted my father.

"Mum!" I yelled. "Get out-"

"SHUT IT," he interrupted. "I'm going to give mommy a little gift.~ Want to hear the moans? She just loves it!"

I shook my head frantically, tears brimming. He wouldn't go that far.

But he did.

Her screams were still heard even with my fingers plugging my ears. I couldn't do anything about it. •

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