It took a minute before I was standing at my front porch. I was feeling really exhausted. I don't know why but I just do.I walked into my house, and was greeted with usual silence that haunted the house. I quickly made my way into my room and instantly fell onto my bed. I just layed there. Thinking. What would my life be like if I had different parents? What could i have possibly done to deserve this? Should I still meet Namjoon? I just had a lot of things on my mind. Getting bored, I just went to sleep, putting all of my thoughts in the back of my head.
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After what felt like a couple of hours, I had woken up to banging on my door.
"Jimin, get your fat ass up and open this door, now!!!
I quickly got as soon as I heard my fathers voice, booming on the other side of the door.
"Coming" I said hurrying out of the bed. It is best that I don't make him wait to long, or else it would be worse. When I got to my door, I slowly opened it to reveal my drunk father, swaying in my doorway.
"Yes, father" I said timidly.
" Why isn't dinner cooking" he said drunkenly. I suddenly felt dying. I mentally slap myself for forgetting.
"I'm sorry father, I will go fix it now," I said bowing before walking downstairs. I felt him following me, which made me even nervous.
"Father what would yo—Agghhh"
Before I could finish speaking, I dropped to the floor from the sudden pain in my stomach. Big, fat tears rolled down my eyes as I kept myself from screaming in pain.
"That is what you get for being a lazy piece of shit, and not having dinner ready" My father spat angrily at me before walking away. It took my a few minutes to gather myself before I was able to get up. Walking back to the kitchen, I saw my mother sitting at the table. She was here the whole time?? I sigh and start pulling out the ingredients for dinner. As I started cooking, I could feel my mother's eyes on me. I couldn't help but be nervous. About 45 minutes later, I finish cooking dinner. I had made some spaghetti, homemade bread sticks, and a salad on the side.
"Appa! The food is ready," I yell from the steps. I step back when I heard my fathers footsteps coming down.
"Go to your room and don't come out unless your told," my father said, walking past me towards the kitchen. I nodded my head and went to my room. I walked in and instantly threw myself on my bed, thinking. What did I ever do to deserve this?? When will it ever end??
I payed on my bed, constantly asking myself what went wrong in my life, but I already knew the answer. I felt myself drifting off to sleep and before I knew it, I was sound asleep.
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To Broken to Knw Love 》 MINJOON
FanficPark Jimin. Antisocial. Loney. Unloved. but to him love doesn't exist. For so long the people that he loved, never loved him back. Making him bury any emotion he has inside of him. Kim Namjoon. Happy. Social.Caring. Lovable. For him love exists eve...