Park Jimin was once a simple weird outgoing kid, but due to a certain series of events in his life he became the kid that doesn't talk much nor eat much nor have the will to live anymore, that is until his bully notices his changes and tries to fix...
I saw the silhouette of someone short approaching the dirty cold room, thank god someone is coming, this place smells like my grandma. But to my amazing luck the person I didn't want to see at the moment busted the door open.
Great. I thought, what does he want this time? To beat the demons out of me?
"Hey Park get up" He muttered with a slight hinge of worrisome written on his face. "I said get up or are you deaf?" He started raising his voice which made me flinch. I didn't want to anger him even more so I started to get off the rusty wooden floor and started heading to the exit. "Hey easy there, now I won't let you go if you go rat me out understood? One word and you will find you entire family buried 6 feet under the ground, now get lost." He spat and walked away.
{Yoongi's POV}
that faggot better not rat me out to anybody or I will personally make sure he doesn't live to see tomorrow.
As I disappear out of his sight I start walking toward my apartment.
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Some ask me 'from where do you bring all of the money to pay for this?' Easy. Drugs. I am just fucking with you relax, my parents own one of the biggest companies in Korea so basically they let me do whatever I want as long as I don't trouble them and they won't care. As I walk into the luxurious living room
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(Imagine that the window is currently closed sksksk) I plop onto the couch and turn on the TV only to be greeted by the nasty mugshot of the so called 'Rapist'. "Ugh how much I hate news". I browsed through the channels until I fell into deep slumber.
{Jimin's POV}
After that little beating session and degradation I head home or as I like to call it 'Hell'. Ever since my mom got her new job my dad began visiting me and by visiting me I mean arriving drunk as hell at midnight to beat my sorry ass. J-Hopefully (A/N: I am so sorry for the lame joke sksks) Today won't be one of the daily and yes DAILY whipping sessions. As my house gets in view
