His Trouble Maker {P.J.M} ✅

CHAPTER 1

(before reading my book please read the description to hopefully make sense and help you understand the plot of this story)

Your P.O.V

My name is Kim y/n and I'm 34 years old still single and lonely. Growing up my life wasn't easy or fun, it was full of disappointments and depression.

It starts when my father first did something that I never thought he would do, rape me. He raped me at age 14 and did it because my mother didn't want to. My father and I never had a decent bond so I never paid attention to him nor did he to me. I got along with my mother more but she would always work and ignore her children. I'm not an only child, I have two siblings but I don't want to talk about them because they didn't do anything wrong to me.

When my father finished touching me he threatened me not to say anything or he would send me away. My friends would miss me and I would miss them and also I had my siblings at the moment. If I were to say something to them they would do something about it and I didn't want to cause any problems. After months I didn't care because I thought he would stop but I was completely wrong. Another day came when he arrived drunk, extremely drunk. Now this time it happened when I was sleeping so by the time I woke up he was cleaning himself, then again he threatened me. I became mute at school because every second I had tears in my eyes that wanted to fall but I sucked it in. My siblings and friends noticed my new actions and decided to follow me around.

One of my siblings caught me cutting my wrists and stopped me before I could kill myself. They would constantly ask why I was doing such a thing but my father was behind them looking at me waiting for me to answer but sadly I never did. I always hated the fact that my siblings weren't there when my father got drunk, they would usually be out with friends or not home at all. My father continued for two more years, when I turned 16 I had enough of it and reported it to the police and they arrested him for sexually abusing a minor.

That's when my mother comes in when she found out what my father did, she didn't believe me but I had proof. when I showed her she just slapped me and walked away. The next day she began beating me and cussing at me and told me how much she hated me, and I sure did believe her. It was hard to face the truth but sometimes the truth hurts and you just have to ignore it and move forward. I tried but it always kept haunting me everytime I forced myself to forget.

There was this one girl who always talked to me but I never answered her. I would sometimes leave or just ignore her. she always tried to get something out of me a smile, eye contact, a chuckle, maybe even a word but nothing came out. I became mute and I wasn't planning on speaking to anyone though I enjoyed her presence because she was nice to me.

She would share her lunch but I denied it, I starved myself to death because I wanted to end everything before things became worse. Every time she spoke to me I wanted to cry because no one ever did after I became mute. But I didn't want to get attached to her.

My mother never wanted me in the house after that she would tell me to leave and come back when she was asleep. That's when I began doing things I never saw myself doing, vandalizing places and homes. how? By spray painting as much as I could.

I met a group who did what I did but for fun. They let me join their group when later I found out it was a group of about 24 people. They were all older than me about 20 and over but no more than 25. They took me as part of the family but it all ended when I turned 17. To celebrate we went to a mansion and did what we did, we got caught but they tried everything to keep me safe. All of them but I mean ALL of them got arrested well not all. One of them got away with me, Kim Taehyung. He is still with me till this day but we never heard from the rest ever since.

We both miss them so much and tried to contact them but we couldn't. We don't know if they made it out of jail but we never stop trying.

My life wasn't always full of problems and stress and depression. I also had a lover. I guess I could say it was forbidden because of our age difference. it wasn't my intention to fall in love but It just happened. his name is park jimin and things went well but also went downhill between us.

It all started months after my 17th birthday.

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here I am again doing what it is called crime, why? because I will never forget my friends who got caught just to save me. They told me to continue and spread our works of art and to be careful, so I continue. It's a bit harder now because there are more policemen watching my neighborhood. I haven't gotten caught yet and I hope I don't.

"You know miss... what you are doing is called crime and you should be locked up for this" a manly voice spoke behind me causing me to jump.

he flashed his light in my face and I squint my eyes trying to keep them open.

"Hmm, I was right... you are a girl... I believe you are the last one" he was close to calling the others but I stopped him before he could.

"Please, sir... I'm begging you I have nothing else to do my mother she-she doesn't want me home and I have nothing to do! if I stay there she will punish me I-"

"just stop talking... I don't want to catch you doing any of this anymore if I do then I won't be able to save you... go"

he let me go, that easily? why? I thought he would show no mercy and take me away but no, he didn't he let me go. I didn't think too much and started to walk but then I stopped.

"What's your name?" I asked him still with my back turned towards him.

"Jimin, Park Jimin" I turned and walking towards him pecking his soft chubby cheek.

"Thank you Jimin..." is this the last time that I would see him? Maybe but I owe him one, a big one.

That was my first ever encounter with jimin, he let me go so easily that I couldn't stop thinking about him. It was night time and I couldn't see his face but I just had a feeling that he was handsome. jimin wasn't that tall either, he had the cutest height for a man his age and it just drove me crazy. When I kissed him I felt a spark when my lips came in contact with his clean and beautiful skin.

I didn't know what the feeling was but I was definitely looking forward to seeing him again even though I knew there was zero chance I would.

But little did my 17-year-old self-know that something amazing would start after meeting Park Jimin.