˗ˏˋ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 ʸᵒᵒⁿᵐⁱⁿ

12 • 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳

28.10.18

"I've differed from life, Hyungkie. People change when they suffer..

I guess, you did too."

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Rain pounded against the brunette's barricaded window as he tucked himself in the covers of his bed, head pounding and heart aching.

It had been like this for the latter since he'd been beaten and punished for falling in possible love with his supposed-to-be victim, locking himself in his room, drowning in dark thoughts and empty memories as the incessant banging on his door every now and then and the scream for his name to come out and work kept on haunting him.

Father didn't like cowards hiding themselves from him. Slaves shouldn't be allowed access to freedom, or whatever they wanted. They needed to listen to their master; not their hearts.

But here he was; hiding, crying, shattering in his own shell of a boy who couldn't be himself.

He merely flinched in his hunched position on the bed when the loud, threatening sound of fists banging against his door returned, the venomous voice demanding for him again.

"Sunny, you better come out of there before I get my hands on you myself!" Father threatened with a low growl, making him cower more into himself, whimpering.

He didn't answer, which angered the livid man beyond the door even more.

"You piece of shit, get out or else I'm forcing myself in!" The man bellowed, banging his fists even harder against the piece of wood that threatened to break down.

But even though Father would get a grasp on him soon, he still kept himself tucked in the sheets of his bed, trying to find safety- but then there was nothing that had kept him safe in the first place.

No-one was there to save him from his misery.

Jimin whimpered like a wounded puppy, drawing out a hopeless whine when the door to his room finally broke down, letting in a demon who showed him so many grey visions and red violence.

"F-Father." He said in a monotonous tone, lifeless and barely healing from the colours decorating every part of his body when he felt a painful grip on his skin, feeling claw-like fingers dig into his thin arm that hauled him off the bed within seconds.

"You dare ignore me? A weak little boy like you could shut me out forever and just hide away, huh? Well let me show you what bad boys deserve," the man growled, harshly gripping a bunch of the brunette's hair, liking every single strangled sound and whimpers of pain that left Sunny's lips.

Too weak and too broken to fight back for what's been lost, Jimin just let Father toy with him, hitting the fragile heart of his as he let the tears fall silently, feeling every single punch as the previous cuts opened up again, blood tinging his senses once more.

"Now get out of here and finish your job, Sunny." The man growled after he was satisfied with the piece of art he'd painted on the canvas.

The beaten-up boy couldn't do anything but nod, desperate to do anything just to escape this lunatic's grip on his life and the amount of colours all over his paling, ugly skin.