First Love - M.YG 💛 P.JM

Chapter 4

Jimins P.O.V.

     Alcohol. The scent of it lingers in the air as I see my passed out father on the couch. You could see trash cans overflowing with beer cans and bottles of wine laying on the ground. If you couldn't tell my fathers an alcoholic. I rush upstairs hoping my father won't wake up soon. Suddenly I remember that I forgot to return Taehyungs sweater. Eh, I'll give it to him tomorrow. I take off the sweater and look at the bruises and cuts on my arms from getting beat up earlier this morning by my dad and the kids at school. I grab some bandages from my bottom drawer and rubbling alcohol to clean the cuts. After I finish wrapping up  my arms I work on my "group" project in history even though I'm doing 95% of the entire thing and I work on my homework from the other classes.

     I'm tired from all the work so I rest my pencil on my desk on top of my history report and complete homework and stretch my arms and legs. Then I realize it's 5:35pm almost time for me to go to my part time job since I have to pay somehow for food and bills since my dad doesn't work all the time. I change into a white long sleeve shirt and a warm fluffy coat to hide the bandages and skinny light blue jeans and head out the front door passing by my still drunk passed out father.

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     I arrive at the small bakery about 15 minutes or so away from my home and get changed into our uniforms. I check my phone and it's 5:57pm and I didn't want to look bad so I put away my phone and I look at the couples together, they always looked so happy, I was so envious. After longingly staring at the costumers I got to work.

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     I go back into the back and I check my phone to check the time 10:49pm and honestly the day was tiring with all the costumers since I don't usually talk to people a lot since thats what happens when you're a loner. I get changed into my everyday outfit and just as I am about to leave through the back door my manager Mr. Kim speaks to me.

     "Jimin-ah thanks for always filling in for people when they're away and being a great worker 👍, also take these" He says as he hands me a bag of pastries as he does almost every time since I don't have enough money to buy food.

     "Thank you very much" I say as I bow and exit through the back door.

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     I walk outside and travel along the sidewalks to head home as the cold air brushes against my face. I take out my phone and my earbuds and start listening to music that the boy that I still didn't get the name of suggested me and it was pretty good and calming.

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     I make it home in one piece and place the pastries on the table while smelling the strong scent of beer and general alcohol and I notice my dad has woken up and just his presence makes me scared.

     "What are you doing coming home so late worthless child, I'd be better if you left and never came back."My dad said as he walked towards me grabbing the bag of pastries from the table.

     "I was out working a part time job to pay rent and your expenses" I answered him.

     "Yeah right you were working a 'part time job'' you fucking slut." He said while grabbing one of his beer bottles and drinking from it.

     "Dad I swear I wasn't doing anything bad I was working at the bakery 15 minutes away from here trust me." I said back to him.

     "Yeah yeah selling your 'buns' for money you gay fag." He said while taking another gulp of beer.

     I didn't want to talk to him anymore or get hurt in any way so I headed up stairs and immediately fell down onto my bed and falling asleep. Though having trouble a few minutes in due to my father watching T.V downstairs and yelling obnoxiously for some weird reason. So I stare at the celling contemplating life then slowly falling asleep to the thought of the boy I met earlier today.