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"It's okay to feel beaten. It okay to feel not okay. But the one thing you must remember is, never give up." ———————
A HEAVY PUNCH LANDED ON HIS CHEEKS as his body flew from the ground, like a small yet rough rock being thrown. And as his back harshly met the hard wall, he could hear the snickers of the men surrounding him, playing with him like a toy. Jimin clenched his fist, knuckles turning white and teeth gritting tightly. Though powerless, Jimin wanted to stand up from his seat and face the bad men so badly.
But Jimin's thoughts was cut abruptly when he felt a unexpected kick on his guts, making him spit blood from his already bleeding mouth. Head hanging low, the men grin mischievously from the sunken figure of the boy.
"Hey." A guy with a blonde, spiky hair said, tapping the boys shoulder harshly. "Give me your wallet."
Jimin, in his weakened state, hesitantly shook his head; fearing the consequence of his hard-headed response. The blonde clicked his tongue in annoyance. Standing from his seat, he gave one last kick to the boy's stomach. Jimin's head lowered, with his hands instinctively clutching his aching stomach, with his head dizzy and tired lungs panting.
"Give me the money!" The blonde, losing his patience, yelled at the poor boy; seemingly unable to feel guilt and sympathy for a life destroyed. In fear, Jimin grabbed his wallet quickly inside his uniform. With shaking hands, he gave his treasured possession as the blonde yanked it awayfrom his trembling hand; smirking as he saw the amount of money inside.
The blonde nodded to his comrades with a grin. A boy with blue hair then grabbed Jimin's head and tilted it upwards, meeting the boy's gaze. "I'm warning you, next time."
"Don't ever start a fight with us."
And they left. With a broken and injured Jimin on the ground, preventing his tears to fall down.
