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1 • 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳

1.10.18

"Tell me, who are you?"

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Pitter-patter..

Sitting in silence, Park Jimin stared off into the void of his bedroom, darkness engulfing him since his childhood, following him wherever he went. Only the incessant sound of soft pitter-patters that followed the rain from within outside was the only source of noise, two majestic velvet curtains drawn over the vast window that reached to the floor, blocking his view from the outside world.

Even if he wanted to pull the curtains back from hiding the wide expanse of glass that showed the cityscape outside, it was already barred and blocked by wooden barriers, nailed down onto the frames of the window. It prevented him from watching the rain in times so dull and mauling.

Like this eerie morning. He was so scared, so depressed, so fearful of the life he was living.

Scared of himself. Scared of Sunny.

Sunny was the name his father gave to him, an excuse to not say his real name that was given to him by his mother; his own father's former lover. It was as if Father wanted him to forget his real name and believe that Sunny was his name.

He didn't know where his mother was, or what happened to her over the years of his 'imprisonment' here with his heartless father. Oh how much he wanted to be with her right now, to hear her voice or even see her again.

No-one knew what happened to her. He didn't remember..

But the thing was, how did he know his own true name when his mother left before he could open his eyes? Did his father tell him?

He wished she could stay to tell him everything.

Because Sunny was haunting him and chasing him into the corner every second of his life. It hurt him to know that he was supposed to act as someone not himself, to be someone or something that people could toy with and break, just so that his father could get what he wanted.

Money, girls, revenge, gold, weapons, drugs..he could go on and on about what he was forced to bring back or sacrifice his body, pride and virginity for.

He sacrificed the young boy to become someone else he didn't want to be, but he didn't have a choice now did he?

It was too late to turn back and he's stuck in this hell hole. Now no more of innocence but reeked of sin; reeked of his father.

Jimin shivered at that thought, at the thought of being a replica of someone so cruel, so undignified.

But then wasn't he just as bad if he slept with people just to steal for the worth of his life and to save himself from Father's wrath?

He was, and he was disgusted. Disgusted of Sunny, of life, of Father- but disgusted of himself even more than anything.

Beep beep beep

When the alarm on his bedside table went off, he seemingly reached over from his motionless posture on the bed and clicked the alarm off, reading the time he always started 'work' on.