Love_Jikook

Chapter 26

"No!" yelled Minho's mother, crying as she watched her husband abuse their son. "Don't hurt him!" Minho can only cry and clutch onto his knees as his father whipped him. It's been a few weeks since this started, coming home to his father drunk and hitting his mother. Although they were rich, things weren't going well between his mother and father. His father had been acting different, and Minho missed his lovingly father who always showered him with love. "Mommy," said Minho, hugging his mother. "When is daddy gonna get well and be happy like he was before?" His mother smiles. "Don't worry about that, Minho. He'll get well soon, everything will be fine."

But, it wasn't.

"M..Mommy?" cried Minho, embracing his mother's bloody body. He cried harder when he realizes that she may never open her eyes again and show him her beautiful smile. "Come here," said the doctor, hugging Minho. "We're sorry, but you need to go home, okay?" 

"Stop it, Daddy! It hurts!" yelled Minho, sobbing as the pain continued. His father only thrust harder, slapping the boy's face. "Shut up, spoiled brat!" he yelled. Minho can only scream as it went on for who knew how long. It was then that the boy realized his life was now practically gone. His mother was dead and the whole neighborhood was too scared of his father to help the poor boy. No, he told himself. I can be strong! He didn't know what happened or what came over him, but his father was dead. The boy stares at the white sheet he had used to suffocate his.father, blood visible on it. He quickly burned it and the police soon found him. Thanks god.

"Hey, loser." said the boy, purposely shoving into Minho. The other kids laugh, doing the same as they walked past him. Minho was now in high school, eighteen, and every one knew about his messed up family. He never got adopted and had to continue his life. He wouldn't have to come to this school and be treated like this. "Come on," said the boy. "You have to come, it's gonna be a fun party." Minho's eyes widens at his bully's sudden kindness, but nods his head anyways. It was his first party and his first time being so humiliated. "Okay, you can open them now." said the boy. Minho opens them, expecting something like a fun surprise. But, he quickly close them when a red liquid was splashed on him. Pig blood.

Minho only stood in shame as they all laughed at him, making his way out soon. He runs home, ignoring all the weird looks he got. Minho sobs as he washed the blood off. He soon got out of the shower, facing his reflection. Maybe, it's time to show them who you really are, Minho. It wasn't soon before he came across his father's business, opening up the airport again and his own company. Despite his young age, thanks to his studies in high school and others, he was able to handle the company well and was actually pretty successful, leading him to being even richer.

But, it still haunts him. His father who hurt him so much. "Come on, Minho. It won't hurt one bit." his father would say. "No, Stop it daddy!" Minho yelled.

Minho opens his eyes, panting as sweat traveled down his body. He looks to the side, noticing a sleeping Jimin. He quickly attached himself to the other, arms wrapping around Jimin's waist as he leaned into his warmth, calming down his trembling body. "Eomma." Minho whispered to himself. He looks up at Jimin, observing his features. Jimin looks like you, eomma. Beautiful. Minho closed his eyes, forgetting about the nightmare he had.

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Jungkook hugs the pillow, inhaling it(Jimin's scent lingering on it). A tear slips down his face, causing the younger to hug the pillow tighter. He looks at the alarm clock, 4:30 am, thirty minutes before going to the airport. Jungkook gets up, taking a shower before packing his things. He looks across the table, seeing the empty spot of Jimin's. The younger looks down, continuing to eat his food. Jungkook soon finished up and was now outside. He gave the house one last look. "You'll be back, Jimin," said the younger, smiling a little to himself. "I know you will."