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Lying there, not being able to defend myself in any way, not being able to make them stop from cutting through my mother, made me wanna die.
It hurt me more than the fact that these guys were both physically and mentally, the fact that I couldn't defend myself and even more importantly, my last memory of my mom.
A memory I could look at to gain hopes, gain faith and know how it all works. The shit with 'what goes around comes always back around'.
But right now, I couldn't trust that. I couldn't believe in my mother's words. Because I was seen constantly hurting, constantly enduring these shits, getting raped and shamed.
Bullied. I couldn't understand what I had done. Did I kill thousands of people in my recent life? If I didn't, why was I being treated like this? Teachers ignoring my plead and my need for a hand and a hug.
Students ignoring the situations I was forced to go through, Students making it worse, Spitting words that cut through my abused skin, Motherfuckers fucking the life out of me and still expecting me to walk?
I closed my eyes, tears escaping my lidded eyes, the guys throwing a last fit before leaving me half dead on the roof. I pulled up my destroyed cardigan and pulled it over myself, trying to snuggle into it to seek some sort of warmth.
I wanted to run away. From the teachers. From the bullies. From the school. From the orphanage. From my life.
I let out a sob as I heard the door close, freezing on the ground.
"Le-e-eave pl-lease"
I got out from my aching throat, feeling my lungs itching and my eyes closing tighter.
"oh my god, wh-hat the actual fuck?!"
I panicked as I jumped up, wrapped the cardigan over important parts before I tried to run, attempted to.
I fell down, head first on the ground, a groan leaving my mouth as another tear rolled down my cheek as I hugged the cardigan closer.
I gave up on standing up again as I opened my eyes, meeting a pair of warm, hazel eyes.
They were staring into my head, reading my thoughts and just seeing throughout me, understanding the situation.
"I'm so sorry"
He said before he took of his cardigan and wrapped it over my pale skin, pulling me into his embrace, crushing me against his chest.
I first questioned the whole situation, who he was, why he was apologetic and why the fuck he was so caring towards a person like me, but I was too caught in his embrace.
I burst into tears, crying loudly, hugging him back, pulling my shaking body closer to his warm one.
He drew soft moon crescents into my back as I closed my eyes, taking in this unexpected caring from a stranger.
I felt so overwhelmed, all my bruises stopped aching, I forgot my soreness for a moment, I forgot everything for a while as I took in the warmth from him while crying out my hurting.
"t-talk."
I spoke up against his chest after a long while of crying, feeling him stiffening up.
"eh-"
"Don't ask why, your voice calmed me down."
I said more confidently as I blushed slightly, hearing him giggle and I swore I had to swallow to not drool over him. He smelled so nice, he was so nice, and even though he seemed to be a bit smaller than me, he seriously knew his way of comforting and embracing.
"What shall I say?"
"Talk about yourself. As long as you talk. It's okay with me"
I felt his smile against my hairline as a smile spread out on my lips too, I pulled my head closer to his chest, finally gaining the warmth I wanted, needed.
"Well. My name is Jimin. Park Jimin."
"Jimin~"
I smiled as I softly pronounced his name, loving the feeling the name gave me.
Maybe I had to wait with the runaway plan.
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eighteenth chapter :) did I do well mom? my jikook heart is screaming hell yes>~< so I kinda needed a bit fluff instead of mature content just for a chapter/few words :) please love me^.^
