Discipline || Yoonmin

Love At Its Finest

"Mama.
Why did you not kill me?"

Park Jimin had only just turned 13 when he'd uttered those words.

A sweet scent swimming around his and his mother's quaint lounge as he had looked down at his birthday cake. One last candle seemingly taunting him as it had refused to die down. Indeed, no matter how hard he had blown, its gentle flicker had never faltered. It had simply remained as though it were telling him that he had still been nothing but a child. He had still been nothing but a thorn in his mother's side.

The starting point to her downfall.

Her only remaining link to that man.

"Mama.

Why have his child?"

He had turned 13 that day.

They had spent thirteen birthdays by themselves.

His mother should have never had to suffer such loneliness.

She should have erased anything to do with that man.

She shouldn't have had him.

"You are not his child."

She should have remarried.

"You are mine.

You're my bundle of joy."

She should have been happy.

"The son I love.

My Lee Jimin."

She had been happy.

Always.

10 years later, Park Jimin could still see her sitting across from him.

Calm and collected.

She had simply sat there.

Her hands neatly folded one over the other.

Her eyes brimming with tears.

Her lips drawn into a faint yet loving smile.

Indeed, she loved him, her one and only son.

She had needed nothing else.

She still needed nothing else.

Just as Park Jimin still found himself pondering over the same questions.

What good was there to loving him so deeply?

"I love you so much, Park Jimin."

What good was there to loving him to the point of bearing an unbelievably large amount of pain?

"What would I not do to keep you safe?"

What was so damn great about him to put him on such a high pedestal?

"I did it all for you."

What was it about him that drove people so darned insane?

Did he seem like a weakling needing futile protection?

Was he, of all people¸ pitiable?

Or was it perhaps his intelligence?

His beauty?