my mom always told me to smile, because I looked better that way.
I knew she meant well, but from the start I could tell that something was wrong. is, wrong.
my only reaction was that a smile is just a frown upside down.
"you're a disgrace to our household, jimin. get out,"
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I didn't pack any bags.
I just walked out—a bottle of stolen brandy sewn to my lips as I scorched my throat with the fiery sensation; too drunk to care that I was lost and abandoned in an alleyway for criminals.
I had cried so much, wondering why I was so tortured.
"it's unfair—" hiccup. "—universe! I love him, for fuck's sake!"
yeah, so what? you deserve this.
I didn't want to be the same old story, I didn't want to be a broken record.
I only laughed. my vision was too blurred to see them advance, and the sky was too dark to provide me any way out.
"hey there, pretty boy. what's a doll like you doing out here all alone, hm?"
"go fuck yourself."
"oh, but I'd much rather fuck you. am I right, boys?"
more drunken laughter, but not from me.
I wanted him to save me, to carry me away in his warm arms until I could feel his lips against my cheek to wipe the tears away.
but that superhero stuff only happened in movies.
min yoongi lived in Daegu. I was stranded, somewhere in Busan.
far, far away.
my clothes were torn and pulled away from my body, discarded onto the hideous floor of the alley to collect more dirt.
my hair was pulled and wrenched back, used as leverage to expose my bruised neck; adorned in abuse and a single, too-tempting band of leather.
I was trembling, scared out of my wits.
but who could save me, right?
who would?
"with an ass like yours, no one should even try to compete, baby doll."
