Jimin stepped into his house, just making his curfew. Muffled yelling met his ears as he slipped off his shoes. He tuned in to the noise, only to hear what he had been listening to for months now.
"Why can't he be like Hoseok?!" Shouted his father.
"He's not Hoseok and he never will be! You know that!" Retorted his mother.
"If he never will be then it should have him instead because he's a sorry excuse of a son!"
"Well he can't help that. He tries so hard too."
His parents continued to argue but he couldn't take it anymore. Jimin's eyes burned and his throat clenched as he crept up the stairs, still hearing the insults come down like hail. Usually his mother sided with him, but she must of given up on the hopes that he would ever amount to anything to his father.
Jimin shut the door and blindly made his way to the bed. He buried his face in his pillow, not wanting to incur more shame to himself as the tears flowed. He didn't know how much more belittling he could take. The broken boy clumsily reached for the pills on his nightstand but failed, knocking them onto the wooden floor. Jimin weakly got up to pick up the pain medicine but instead grabbed his phone as it buzzed.
"I can hear your parents yelling from outside."
"This is low volume compared to other nights Jungkook. I'll be fine." Maybe
"You know that you can spend the night at my house right? My parents know about what's been happening."
"If I do things will only get worse."
"Just come. I know you abuse your meds on nights like this."
"Fine. I'll be out in five." Jimin hung up. He gazed longingly at his pills but he got up and crept downstairs. Sneaking out had been a regular occurrence, and he was almost out the door when he was grabbed by the wrist.
"Where do you think you are going young man?" His father growled.
"To a place where I'm actually loved."
"To Jungkook's? So you're a fa-"
"-I'm going. You can't keep me in this hellhole forever." Jimin looked his father in the eye, tears threatening to fall as the grip on his wrist tightened, leaving a bruise.
The heavy slap came quick, and the shove out the door onto the concrete even faster. Jimin's hands were scraped and bloody, but that didn't matter. All he could do to save himself was run.
"YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO COME BACK SOMEDAY AND I'LL BE RIGHT HERE!"
