jimin leaned against the kitchen counter as he texted back and forth with jungkook, the flirty yet slightly goofy texts bringing a smile to the blonde's face. a pink tint brushed his cheeks from jungkook's weak flirting and he let small giggles leave his lips. he throws his head back and laughs loudly, minding no attention to the squeaks leaving his throat. he felt almost blissful; it'd been so long since jimin had laughed and felt so happy and free in his own home. it was sad, but it was the truth.
"so lame," jimin mumbles to himself, reading over a new text jungkook had sent. as he went to type a response, a new text flashed across the top of the cracked screen of his barely functioning phone. the smile on his face was replaced by a deep frown automatically just upon seeing the contact name. his heart fell into the pit of his stomach, his throat closing and breath unconsciously being held. worry flooded through him as well as fear. he could feel his hands shake and his eyes fill with tears as he opens the text, unable to stop the whimper in the back of his throat as his blood runs cold.
asshole [4:48PM]
Get to Tease. Need to talk to you. :)
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jimin's hands were clammy and his heart was racing. he felt absolutely terrified in the moment; a bad feeling was swirling in the pit of his stomach and he wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and sob. he couldn't though, because before he knew it, he was standing in front of the door that read 'JACKSON WANG' in large bold print on the door. jimin's hands trembled as he opened the door, gulping as he stepped inside the dull room. the blonde shut the door gently behind him and tried not to feel so small under the older man's gaze -- no, glare was more like it. the key word in that sentence is tried.
"jimin, you do remember what i told you if you fucked up one more time, right?" jackson's voice was stern and had a noticeable bite to it. jimin nodded curtly as he sinks into one of the uncomfortable, cracked leather chairs situated in front of jackson's desk. jimin remembers and suddenly, he's somehow more afraid than before. he felt as if he would probably pass out in any given moment right now -- he'd be lying if he said a part of him wishes that he does.
"i r-remember." jimin stutters, mentally cursing himself for it. he sits still, almost statue like in the chair. jimin's shoulders are tense and lip caught between his teeth, being bitten and tugged at in a (failed) attempt to calm his nerves, even in the slightest. "jackson, please -- i can't leave, i will fucking die if you fire me --"
"i don't care, jimin." jackson starts off. "you're weak; you can't even do a proper push up. don't give me that abuse bullshit you use as an excuse. only decent quality about you is your looks and your ass. i've given you chance after chance, park. that fall was the last straw. if you die -- honest, it's a good riddance. your mom already knows, by the way. i'll give you your last paycheck, then you're out. no big bad yoongi saving you now, because you're officially gone from here."
with that, a thick white envelope was shoved into his hands and he was forced out of the office.
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"i gave you one fucking job." jimin's mom has her back turned to her son, her words slurred and growl-like as she talked. in her hand was an empty beer bottle; jimin hadn't seen it though. he was too busy staring at the ground and hoping he wouldn't die tonight; not like this, at least. she slowly turned around, "one damn job, jimin! all you had to do was shake your fat ass in front of old men and let them shove money into your shorts! how hard is that? god, i knew i shouldn't have kept you. knew you would be nothing but a disappointment from the beginning."
she had gotten closer as she had spoken, haphazardly waving the empty bottle around. she wasn't far off from jimin, close enough to hit him when she threw the bottle. jimin had tried to dodge it, but he didn't move fast enough. a searing pain spread throughout his head as the glass broke against his forehead, leaving a large gash against his hairline. blood poured down his face, feeling the thick liquid seep into his shirt, surely staining it.
the highschooler felt his lip tremble as he mumbled apologies to his mom, "i-i'm sor-sorry. i tried, i really did, but-"
"but you aren't good enough!" he hears, "you're absolutely worthless; i mean, look at you. bleeding and helpless. i'm surprised you haven't gotten yourself killed. wimp."
"i'm not-"
"shut the hell up." she snarls, stepping closer to jimin. he backs up, not having realized how close to the counters he really was, only having done so when his back hits the stained and broken bits of wood. his eyes dart around in panic, looking for a way to slip past his mom and lock himself in his room. his eyes landed on one thing in the process; his mom grabbing an iron pan that had been left on the stove. luckily, it wasn't hot, but the thought of being hit by it made his heart stop and caused his body to freeze.
"p-please! i'm sorry!" jimin cries out, feeling his knees become weak as he puts his hands up to guard himself, in a way. he hiccups, "i'll do better! i promi-"
jimin felt multiple hits to his head and heard his mother's screams before he fell, allowing darkness to consume him.
