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⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE ⚠️

Jimin walked home, earphones in and blasting music in order to distract himself from his surroundings.

Music was a usual escape for Jimin, taking him to a little world of his own. Every lyric meant something special, speaking to him, giving him a strange sense of comfort. He often listened to a different range of things, going from 'Alone' by Bazzi to 'Leave the City' by Twenty One Pilots. It just depended on the mood he was in to decide what song he was going to enjoy.

His hair was still sticky from the whole soda incident making him want to do nothing more than take a shower when he got inside, but he had more important things to do first.

Once stepping inside, he was sure to take his shoes off and put them somewhere that wasn't in the way of anything. Jimin then went upstairs and dropped his bag off in his room before starting to complete his chores. He had to dust, clean up garbage, do the dishes, scrub the bathroom and kitchen floors, then simply tidy his room.

So that's what he did.

-----Time skip-----

After at least an hour or so, Jimin had finally finished with his chores. House dusted, garbage thrown out, dishes cleaned, bathroom and kitchen floor scrubbed, and room tidied. He quickly grabbed some clean clothes from his room and went into the bathroom, ready to get rid of the nasty sticky feeling clinging to his skin.

He turned the shower on and made sure the water was hot before stripping himself of his clothes. After making sure the door was locked, Jimin stepped into the shower and sighed as the hot water hit his tanned skin, relaxation taking over almost instantly. The moment didn't last long though as he remembered he had to be quick when it came to showering after school.

He rushed to shampoo and condition his hair before scrubbing at his skin with a soapy wash cloth to ensure that he had gotten all of the dried soda off, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around his hips after doing so.

The petite boy walked to his bedroom after unlocking the bathroom door and picking his clothes up, putting them into a hamper once inside his room. Jimin quickly got changed into a grey long sleeved shirt with some sweats, settling on his bed once finished and staring at the wall in pure boredom. He may have had a phone, but he was prohibited from having anyone's number or any social media. The only thing he had was music which was, fortunately, enough to keep him sane.

He sighed and laid down, now staring at the ceiling. He raised his arm and began to trace drawings in the air with his finger, eyes filling with creativity as he imagined his sketched out ideas.

The boy quickly snapped out of his trance as he heard the slam of a door come from downstairs. Jimin slowly sat up and looked at his bedroom door with dread as all light drained from his eyes.

She's never back this early.

The sound of furious footsteps began to creep upstairs, getting closer to Jimin's bedroom by the second. The door was slammed open as an all too familiar scent began to invade Jimin's senses, terror beginning to grow on his face.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing just laying around up here!? Get off your fat ass and do something for once instead of lounging about like a worthless pig!" The women screamed as she stormed towards the boy, face blotched red with anger. "You can't do anything, can you!? Leaving everything to me like an ungrateful bitch! Well guess what? You're not the fucking boss here! I'm in charge, you hear me!?"

The woman grabbed Jimin by the arm and pulled him off of the bed, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. "Get up for fucks sake!" She roared before lifting her hand and bringing it down onto his face, a painful slap ringing throughout the room. Jimin cried out in pain as tears began to cloud his eyes. "Shut the fuck up!" The woman let go of Jimin's arm and brought her fist down to his stomach and to his chest, winding him.

Jimin let out a gasp for air and curled in on himself, but screamed out as he felt the ruthless stab of a stiletto heel to his ankle. "I said shut up!"

Jimin began to receive ruthless punches and kicks all over his body, some punches almost breaking his nose before the woman finally left. He sat up as tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking his shirt. He slowly got up and winced in pain as he put pressure on his ankle but managed to quietly limp over to the bathroom to clean up.

Looking into the mirror, his nose was dripping blood and he seemed to have a black eye forming. The cut from the previous beating had reopened on his lip, aching with a horrible sting. More tears streamed down his face as he observed the damage and began to wipe away the blood.

I hate you, mom.