Distorted Dreams

Apologies

Credits to artist and K-pop Profiles, where I found my GOT7 info. https://kprofiles.com/got7-members-profile/

"Jimin? It's time to go home," Hoseok said, poking his head inside the room. "I heard what happened, come on."

I nodded and waved to Jin, feeling a bit better after hearing his story with Namjoon. Hoseok and I got on the bus and opened the door to our apartment, both of us freezing when we saw Hoseok's parents sitting on the couch. There was a slip of paper in father's hand. The picture could be seen through the other side.

Tears started pricking at my eyes when mother stood up and came over, slapping my cheek.

"We didn't take you out of that orphanage just for you to sleep with any guy you see," she snapped. My bottom lip trembled as I looked down.

"Mother, stop it," Hoseok said, turning me into his chest.

"It's spreading its poison to you isn't it? You're turning into one of them."

"Mother, that's enough."

"You don't have the right to order me around!" I was snatched away from Hoseok and thrown out the door. "From this point on, we disown you. You are now on your own, go back to your mister, cockslut."

"Mother! Don't do this!"

"I should've never taken you out of that orphanage. You bring disgrace to the Jung family name when you were never even a Jung at all. You'll always be a Park," she hissed. "And I hope that's where you'll spend the rest of your days."

And the door was slammed shut, making me flinch and the tears spill out.

"Jimin?"

My head looked up at the man who tore everything away from me. My virginity, my dignity, my brother, and my home. I stood up and in a fit of rage, punched him in the stomach. He gasped and fell to his knees, dropping a previously unseen bouquet of twenty white roses and fifteen red roses. (This is intended. If you do not know what this means, look it up.)

"You ruined everything," I sobbed. "Stay away from me."

Then I ran away, stumbling down the steps and running to a bus stop, chest heaving and choking on sobs. Sliding down the glass of the mini shelter over the benches, I buried my face in my arms and shook with shuddering breaths.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked. I looked up to see a man with white hair and sunglasses over his eyes. "Why are you crying?"

"I lost my family," I sniffed, wiping at my eyes.

"Was it an accident?"

"No. I was disowned."

"Where do you live? I can take you home if you would like."

"I was just banished from my home."

"I see. Would you like to stay at my place until you find somewhere else to stay?"

I thought for a bit. "Sure," I sniffled again, my voice cracking. I took his hand and was pulled to my feet, taken to a black car. The man opened the door for me, making sure I was inside before shutting it. "What's you name?"

"Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam." I gaped at him. He chuckled. "You can just call me Bambam."

He began driving and stopped after five minutes in front of a larger house. "Is this where you live?"

"Yup. I have six other roommates though. Some are a pain in the ass."

"Is that one of them?"

"Yeah. That's Im Jae Bum. He goes by JB."