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s i n c e w h e n ?

s i n c e w h e n ?

t h i r d  p e r s o n
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Where the questioning male stood was down a little slope, not a hill but definitely unlevelled earth. He could definitely see the crying boy, but if the boy wasn't too busy crying his eyes out and would observe his surroundings, he'd be able to see a silhouette of a somewhat sketchy looking figure, clamping a cigarette between their lips while loosely trying to light it.

Yoongi was right to question,
'What the heck is going on here?'

And this is what happened, precisely.

Jimin's POV.

2:54am

I was working my schedule as usual, behind the bar this time before I had to go get ready for my nth show this night. I didn't know what time it was, all I knew is that it'd probably be light outside before I get to go back to my low-standard apartment.. 

I was coming out of the bar, ignoring my colleague whose name I was still clueless of. We only ever communicated with nods or mouthed words, we'd never actually had a conversation. I guess she wasn't much of a talker really, not that I wanted to socialise with anyone anyway. When coming out of the bar I loosened the tie looped around my neck, Jesus it was clammy as fuck. Sweaty bodies scattered throughout the club.. What low lives. As I was doing so I saw a guy. Staring at me. All of me. His eyes would continuously scan up and down my so called fragile figure. Jeez did I want to go and punch his jaw.. But- I simply couldn't because the number 2 rules is never cause any harm to any customers in any situation. That rule didn't really affect anything really. I genuinely didn't care about my own health.. Because how the heck could I get fucked up anymore?

2:57am

I was now in my changing room, the door labelled 'Silver Doll.' I was the only one who actually had their own changing room.. I was actually pretty honoured.

Silver doll the absolutely breath-taking 18 year old stripper!

Oh how absolutely gratifying right?? It was quite funny to me actually.. maybe I was a little on the insane side of mental health but egh, who cares... right? I'm just Park Jimin after all.

Lost in my own thoughts while prying my black button-up uniform shirt I looked at myself in the body mirror, the glass was shattered in the top right hand corner due to the second hand website it was bought from. Apart from that the changing room was amazing.. Burgundy walls surrounded the large square room, a cream white suede couch was positioned in the top right hand corner, the opposite to where the door was.

Knock. Knock.

"I'm nearly ready!" I'd answered to the knock, presuming it was one of the backstage workers for the stage. Incorrect.

I turned around, a white silk dress shirt in my hand that I was in the middle of getting into as I saw the same sketchy man standing at the door.

What does this twat want?

Two deep breathes.

"Get the fuck out and go sit down with the rest you fucking dog." I spat, turning my gaze away from the stranger who apparently  couldn't wait for the show. I slid one arm into the sleeve before I felt a cold, sharp, bony hand on my waist. My skin froze, goosebumps spreading from my lower torso all the way up my stomach and arms became more prominent making the stranger chuckle insanely.

"Scared little one?" He'd whispered, incredibly close to my ear.. His hot breath fanned over the back part of my neck causing my frame to be frozen in place.. I couldn't move. Why?.. I don't know.

Another hand added itself to my hip.

"Get the heck out I'm getting ready!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, this probably wasn't the best idea. A hand was latched onto my mouth and my back was forced into the wall, but.. instead of hitting the wall I hit the mirror but to my luck it only smashed a little.. Yet an excruciating pain surged through the entirety of my back.

I tried to scream and shout but the pressure on my mouth was over powering. I couldn't do anything apart from let myself be pinned.

"Shhh.. I'll make it quick.." The sickening stranger had whispered, his chapped lips moving closer to my skin.. soon enough I felt the rough lips against my neck nipping at the milky white skin there. Soon enough a large purple mark was left.

I waited.. I wasn't going to show this man that I cared about myself. (in all honesty I don't.. but I couldn't let him use me.)

I waited until he 'gained' my trust and removed his hand. While waiting I let out a few fake moans, these sin filled noises only earning the stranger to press his chest against my own.

Then I took my chance.

He moved his hand and about three split seconds after my knee came up and I kneed him directly where I knew it'd hurt the most.

He slouched over placing his hands over his crotch as his knees dropped to the floor..

"Br-Brat!" He shouted.. a small smirk appeared on my lips. It was wide, insane at the least.

"Pabo."

I stood there.. looking down at the stranger. Reality started to crawl into my head. I- I could've been raped just now??.. Why.. why am I smirking like a complete mad man! What the fuck is wrong with me?!?

That's when tears pricked my eyes.. I felt my face starting to burn like a furnace turned to its highest temperature. I wish I was sane.

I can't really remember what happened next. All I know is I grabbed my famous white fur jacket and slammed it over my bare torso making sure to pull my arms through.. and then I ran. When running through my workplace I did receive stares and whispers..

"Where's he going?"
"That little brat I paid to see him!"
"Bless his little soul.."

I sort of cringed inside. Bless his little soul? Seriously??.. Couldn't that person care less about someone like me?..

Light dashed past me and before I knew it I was sprinting across the road, the cold crisp air earning nothing but a groan as it presented itself to my bare chest making the hairs stand.

I was.. crying?

I have no clue why.. this had happened before and I'd never cried? And then I thought to myself.

This is what normal humans do Chim. They cry when overwhelmed.

But since when was I normal?..

Since when did I start to feel emotions?..

Since when did I care that I was being used for non other than someone else's entertainment?..

since when did I care about.. anything?

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