BTS Oneshots [Discontinued]

Who are you? (Part 1)

Kim SeokJin

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WARNING: VIOLENCE and ABUSE

(d/h/c) - different hair colour (not your real one - dyed your hair)

(d/h/l) - different hair length (not your real one)

(d/e/c) - different eye colour (not your real one)

(d/n) - different name (not your real one)

(h/l) - actual hair length (real hair length)

(h/c) - actual hair colour

(e/c) - actual eye colour

The night seemed silent tonight. No disturbance in the air nor the daily usual shrill of screams breaking the silence. 13 years of age, any sane person would be worried about such a young child walking around a dangerous street alone at night. But that didn't bother you. You continued to walk on along the pathway, hoodie up and hands in your hoodie pockets. The chilly wind blows your (h/l) (h/c) hair around, dull (e/c) eyes cautious of your surroundings. Not bothered with the blood seeping from your nose or the constant bruises and deep gashes rubbing against your clothes, you ready yourselves for another night in horror. Standing in front of your front doorway, you wince at the sound of a thrown beer bottle, shattering against the wall near the window. Waiting for some time, you slowly open the door, begging for the door to not make a sound. But no luck - not like you had any in the first place - and the door creaks and you stop short, knowing that your 'guardian' heard the noise. You quickly enter, running towards the safety of your bedroom. You were about to reach the stairs when a painful, almost hair splitting yank, pulled you back onto the floor. Tears immediately spring at the corners of your eyes, hands gripping your hair being yanked back even more.

"You little shit. Where do you think you're going?" alcohol filled breath growls in your ears, the smell of alcohol almost choking you.

"I-I did what you told me to." you whisper out, cursing yourself for forgetting to say sir.

"You disrespectful child!" your father throws you away from him and you fall onto your side, wincing from the pain of the shattered glass shards piercing your skin. "You didn't cause trouble for me did you!?" you shake your head, whisper out a 'no sir'. You yelp from the sudden impact of glass bottle against the kitchen sink. You look up, your father snarling at you with disbelief. "They should've just beaten you to a pulp instead of me! You better have not gone against me!" you shake your head, cursing yourself for not wiping the blood from your beaten body. Your father aims the shattered glass bottle at your throat and you move back to end up on a wall. Your father started to kick you, you crumbling into a ball from all the pain. Tears stream down as you take hit after hit. "I think it's time to be rid of you." Your father spits at you, aiming the bottle at your throat again. Eyes wide and glazed over with tears, you shake your head, pleading to your father. You look around, not knowing what to do, just shattered glass around you. On instinct, you grab a large shard, cutting your hand deeply and plunging it into your father's neck as he swings the bottle. The bottle nicks your neck only a little as your father stumbles back from the impact.

Blood trickles out of his mouth as his shaky hands reach for the wound. You quickly stand up and walk away, shaking from the realisation that you might go to jail for stabbing your father. You back away afraid, dropping the broken glass shard. You turn your back crying, about to run upstairs to pack your bag when your father stabs you on the back but not deep enough from lack of strength. He falls to the floor, dying. Your mind in a whirlwind of thoughts, you mindlessly grab a bucket of water and flood the floor of the crime scene, washing away any evidence that would lead back to you along with washing your hands. Running upstairs, you quickly pack your belongings and run away. Away from the sickening life you had lived. The dark life that all started when you were unexpectedly born, your mother dieing when giving birth to you. Your whole body writhed in pain as you ran, the cold seeping into your wounds, the gashes opening more, the blood seeping into your clothes. You pant heavily, your breath fogging in front of you. Your mind silences and your vision swirls. Your body feels like heavy lead and you drop your pack, unable to hold the weight anymore. Darkness consumes your body as you pass out into the night.