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"The truth is, airports have seen more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospital have heard more prayers than the walls of the church." ———————
THE ANESTHETIC SMELL of the empty and cold hospital sends a deep shock of horror through Jimin's spine as his plump cheeks—now red—met his father's hand mercilessly with a harsh slap.The sound resonated through the four corners of the room, its booming sound echoing, as Jimin withstands the harsh glare of his father, a scowl on his thick lips.
"You have been fond of picking fights lately." His father said in mockery, refusing to believe the young man in front of him is really his son. "I'm disappointed."
"You don't need to be." Jimin answered to his father, fist clenched. He was angry that his father visited him only to give him a harsh slap on his face and a scolding, he expected more than that, but it seems that even the son is also disappointed in his father. The father crossed his arms, jaw tightening in rage. He was desperately trying to stop himself from slapping his son once again, but it was futile.
So with a curse fabricated with anger and tears, his hand once again hit his son's face. Jimin's face was now decorated with red hue as it swells from the aching pain from his father's slap. His head facing the floor, not being able to lift it due to shame. As if his whole life was a mockery. But it cannot be helped, right? The world was certainly not kind.
The world, it will destroy you. But it will give you hope, a rainbow in the middle of the storm. But that rainbow will soon fade, and you will be alone with the storm once again. Giving you a false hope you foolishly believed, for the world was a cruel place.
The world was so damned fucking flawed, completely different from the world he perceived as a child with his mother at his side.
