hallucinating - jikook

spilt milk

Jimin hadn't been eating the most lately—It wasn't like he meant to—but he was just so sad. He thought it would be best to cheer Jungkook on for his true love, he thought that he should've told Jungkook his feelings earlier. Jimin thought maybe, just maybe, he could have a chance. But most of him was telling him there wasn't a single chance.

Jungkook was too good at anything and everything. He had the looks, brains, and physical body. Jimin wasn't jealous of Jungkook but rather, he was jealous of the lucky girl who had gotten him. He thought Taehyung was lying to him—which he wasn't—and didn't really care anymore at this point. Jimin had always had trouble with relationships—not being the straightest of the straight.

He was lying in bed, thinking about the boy who he had a crush on. Yes, he was a little pissed but ignored those negative feelings and tried to just accept reality.

I mean, this isn't the first time that this has happened. He thought

Jimin looked up to the ceiling and then to the side of him, remembering when the two males had slept together. Tears began rolling down his face and eyed the ceiling once again. He knew he was just thought of as a friend to him. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. Jimin could only blame himself for letting him go that easily.

His phone lit up with a message, assuming it was probably Yoongi, he picked up his phone, looking at the message. However, it wasn't from his roommate.

It was from his father.

shittiest person i know

today, 10:36 pm

shittiest person i know: You're coming home.

Jimin's hands started to shake with fear, as his heart sank. He and his father didn't have it going as well as Jimin would like. After his mom passed away, he thought it might've gotten better, even though he couldn't think of a reason why it would get any better.

He hated his family. Nothing was ever right. Both he and his brother would get a beating on a daily basis, of just pure boredom. It was awful.

His mom died when he was just 14 and his brother, only 12 years-old. He thought his life would get a lot better after having one abusive parent gone. But Jimin was far off from that expectation. His father had drank about two-times more than he had before, and then had also remarried a woman who was just as abusive.

Jimin and his brother didn't have many close friends in both elementary and high school because of their seeable bruises. The teachers noticed it and would only ask the boys if they were being bullied—which was nothing close to what was really being done. Jimin would always be the one to be asked—since his brother would start throwing tantrums for anyone getting too close to him. Jimin would never say anything because he knew, if his teachers contacted his parents about the idea of the two boys getting abused, it would lead to a much worse beating.

Out of the two boys, Jimin's bruises were far worse than the brothers'. Because of his brother having some mental problems, Jimin would end up as the one who saved the younger. He thought if his brother had gotten it worse, it would've made his mentality worse—but either way, it got worse either way.

Jimin began to pack his things, heading for home. If he didn't go, his father would be able to find him by his own ways—that not even Jimin knew of. He even tried getting a new phone several times, thinking that it was tracking his phone, but it seemed that it wasn't actually the case.