Muffin (Jimin X Reader)

07 ~ Jackson

Edited.

Warning: Violent Actions Are Seen

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You woke up early in the morning.

Your eyes opened and felt sore and dry after crying for so long last night.

You began to push your body up to a sitting position on the bed, only for a grunt to fall from your lips.

You lifted your top and it revealed a large bruise showing prominently on your stomach.

You then looked at your wrist. The one that you took the bandage off of yesterday and then Jimin saw.

And then you collapsed back down on your bed.

Great, now he's back swarming your thoughts.

You were furious at him for leaving you like that.

But he might of had something urgent to do.

Or he was running to have fun with Alex.

...If you catch my meaning.

You pushed the thoughts out of your head and began getting ready for school.

You tip-toed down the hallway, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking your father up.

You heard faint voices from the living room and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

You gently continued forward.

You peeped your head into the room and saw that your father left the television on.

Oh great, an even bigger electric bill, you thought.

You switched it off and turned around to leave the room.

"Where were you last night?" The figure you have been trying to avoid said, leaning against the wall at the entrance to the room.

"I had to work a little later than usual" you said shortly, feeling your hands begin to shake.

You didn't have to work later, what took you so long to come to the house was walking with Jimin.

You strolled home with Jimin, where as usually you would speed home, with no delays.

"Are they going to pay you overtime for working extra hours?" He said advancing him toward you.

"Eh-I-I don't know" you said, looking at your shoes.

"What do you mean you don't know?" He said, yanking your hair back, leaving you to hiss in pain.

Tears begin to prickle in your eyes but you don't let them fall.

"I'm sorry" you whimper.

He let's go of your hair and as soon as he does, he backhands you across your cheek.

He had a ring on and due to the pressure at which he slapped you, it cut your lip.

He looked at you as you cradled your cheek.

"Pathetic" he scoffed and made his way back to his room to the woman he had brought home yesterday.

Once he was out of sight, you finally let your tears fall.

You fell into another pit of depression and you let all your emotions get the best of you.

You quickly ran over to a mirror that was in the hallway and saw that your lip was bleeding from the cut.

You quickly wiped your tears away with your sleeve and noticed the redness that was left on your cheek.

You gently grazed your finger over the redness and jerked a little from the sting.