BTS Angst - Sinfully Tragic -

p.jm | Mirrors

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Summary : "I've just returned whatever you gave me."

M i r r o r s

〖Music | BGM : Magical Mirror / Japanese _ English Ver. | Kagamine Rin & Len / SirHamnet | Play on Loop〗

A harsh smack took over his left cheek, the weight of the hand making him tumble down to the ground, his other already injured cheek scraping against the floorboards making him hiss out silently at the pain as he stared upwards at the offender; his own father.

A beer bottle in his clutch.

"Where were you the whole day, huh?" his father slurred, the scent of the strong drink wafting over the younger boy's nostrils. The man had been drinking the entirety of his life, thus the cause of his abusive behavior, but drunk or not, he still manages to hurt him one way or another.

"I didn't want to go home."

Jimin replies numbly, bluntly, and straightforward. There's no use in sugarcoating what to say because his father wouldn't even remember what happened the next day.

"Then why bother, eh!?" his father's foot came barreling down his chest, thumping down towards the floor. His air escaping his lungs in a heartbeat. "You and your stupid fuck of a mother," he pushes his son down with his foot again, constricting his lungs of air.

"Why were you even born?! You're a mistake and she was that fucker who bore you!"

Jimin laid on the ground, eyes soulless and empty as he struggled to attain back his little to no breathing. Trying to not add too much pressure onto his disabled arm. Broken by none other than his own father.

He was used to this.

Used to the constant beatings he received from his drunk father each and every time he returns home. It isn't a lie; that he didn't want to go home, because he really wanted to run away. But he can't because of his mother, who still loved the monster of a man who she calls her husband.

It's both a loving and a tiring sight to see.

A wife being beaten but still, oh so in love with a monster.

Jimin watched as the man above him spat out curse words before lifting his foot off his chest, his figure straying away to the living room to probably refill in his beer. With little difficulty, the orange haired man sits up, his torso numb from from the pain.

Although already at the fresh age of twenty three, he was forced to remain confined in the house of his parents because of his mother, who would surely be dead now if it isn't for his presence in the abode. She was too kind, too hopeful.

Jimin had suggested running away with him, but his mother refused.

She believed in her husband, but he lost hope in his father.

So he was forced to return home each night after eight hours of work in the office, although he can easily retaliate or call the cops on the older man, he can't. His mother didn't want to be separated from him.

It was tiring and simply annoying, but he had to respect her wishes.

"Jimin.."

He turns his head to the left and sees his mother from the door frame of the kitchen, her eyes holding a look of grief at the scene in front of her. But he paid it no mind as he stood up and dusted himself off, keeping the same expressionless look at his face as he went to his room.