Chapter 78

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Warning! This chapter contains physical abuse.

What Yoongi didn't know was how Jimin's life had deteriorated even more since their final spilt. Jimin now spent his days finding any comfort he could get in the company of sleezy rude men. But he wanted to do anything to forget.

He wasn't a prostitute, no way would be ever do that to himself, but he just wanted to forget, so he dated the first stranger who showed interest in him and convinced himself that he was happy and in love.

"Hey babe? I'm back!" Jimin's stomach twisted. The guy he was currently seeing was called Min Jun. They had met at one of the many pubs that Jimin usually visited and had been together for about a month now. Things weren't perfect, but when Min Jun showed him even the slightest bit of affection, Jimin couldn't make himself get up and leave. All he ever wanted was to be loved.

Min Jun came into the living room - they were currently at Min Jun's apartment - after have just finished work. Jimin wasn't entirely sure what his job was, but he brought home money. Occasionally. Most of the time, though, it was always left to Jimin to help Min Jun pay for things and get him out of debt.

He plopped himself down next to Jimin. "Is dinner ready yet?" he asked.

Jimin glanced at his watch. "Um, not yet, should be another fifteen minutes or so." He swallowed at the look on his boyfriends face. He recognised that look. "I wasn't expecting you back so early. I'm sorry. Look, let me give you a massage, you've had a tough day."

Min Jun grimaced. "I don't want a fucking massage. I want my dinner. Come on, you've had all day to do it. It's not asking much is it?"

"No," Jimin whispered.

"What?"

"No, it's not asking too much."

"Good. Well maybe next time it'll be on the table when I get back." Summoning up his courage, Jimin decided to fight his corner.

"It's not like you've got the only job in this relationship, Min Jun. I have loads of stuff to do some days. Dance practice, university, I have to go to the studio and choreograph a new dance for my final..."

Min Jun turned to him, a look of fury on his face. "Oh, that's right Jimin, because dancing is a proper job. It's all just a waste of time."

Jimin was starting to feel upset. "Don't - don't say that! You know it's a proper career. You know that it's my dream to become a dancer."

Min Jun relaxed. "Oh, I'm sorry babe. I've just had a really tough day, I shouldn't be taking it out on you. Come here." He reached out his arm, and Jimin snuggled into his side, relieved. They switched on the television and watched a sitcom for a quarter of an hour, and then Jimin realised that the dinner was ready.

As he ladled it out he realised Min Jun was watching him from the doorway. He turned, a smile on his face, which froze when he saw Min Jun's expression.

"What the fuck is that?" Min Jun said, gesturing at the dinner plates.

"It's Japchae, with Oi Muchim and kimchi..."

"Do you not listen to a word I tell you?" Min Jun asked, his voice low and menacing. "I distinctly told you this morning I wanted Pork for dinner."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you saying that, I thought Japchae would be nice..." Without warning Min Jun had crossed the small space and swung his fist. There was nothing Jimin could do to defend himself. Min Jun's fist connected with his jaw and lifted him off his feet, so that he flew through the air and landed by the kitchen cabinets, his head colliding with one of the doors with a sickening crack.

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