Karma's a Bitch but I'm Much Worst [Dropped]

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(Third POV)
Jimin had no clue where he was going, nor did he really care. He just knew anywhere would be better than this place.

After the incident in the hallway, Jimin booked it straight home.

He lived in a five story foster home for the unwanted. Key word being "unwanted". Kids ranging from trouble child to "I wasn't ready for a kid yet". In all honesty? It wasn't too too bad.

"I'm home..." he whispered under his breath as his land lady smoked in the living room.

"Park Jimin? What are you doing here you little shit?" The land lady was a tall burly women with a wide smile and bad knack for cigarettes and taking in kids. "Something happened at school again." He muttered.

"Oh my god it was those homophobic little fuckers again, wasn't it!? I swear I'm gonna Jeon Jungkick that boi's ass? That's it I'm calling the school!" Jimin could barely blink before the woman was in the kitchen, reaching for the phone.

"Nanny wait no! It's fine! I swear!" He cried out running for the kitchen. "Please don't, i swear I'm fine." The sucky thing about living here, is that the landlady is a complete mama bear and Jimin's positive she's been to jail before. She's very kind of course, all the kids love her, but she could never replace their old moms...

The landlady held his gaze for a moment before sighing and nodding. "You know, if it wasn't for you I'd already be at your school having a word with every piece of shit that talked to you. You kids might have to bail me out of jail too..." The older woman grumbled as she waddled back into the living room.

Jimin smiled a little before making his way up the stairs to his room. The "mother hen" here was fine, but what made this place the suckiest place on earth?

"Look, the faggots home!"

It's also home to some of his worst bullies.

Jimin tried to ignore them and just get to his room on the fourth floor.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" A hand yanked Jimin back by his hair and before he knew it, he was against the wall.

"Go fuck a blender, Jackson." The smaller hissed. "Please, if I had to choose between fucking you and a blender, the blender wins by a long shot." Jackson snarled.

"I hope it breaks your tiny dick!" Jimin spat into the taller's eyes before making a break for the stairs.

"I'll fucking kill you Park!" 

What a pleasant thought.

Finally making it to his own room, Jimin wasted no time and locked the door behind him.

Without even blinking, Jimin dumped all the contents of his bag out and replaced them with clothes and a few necessities.

Jimin grabbed his wallet and stash on money from inside a hole in his mattress. His weekly allowance had him enough saved to get him on a one way train out of here.

He was a bit hesitant about wether he should leave a letter or not, in the end he chose to leave a small piece of paper on his bed. It contained one word.

"Goodbye."

Sliding the window open, Jimin tossed his bag in the bushes below.

"I'm really doing this, aren't I..." Fuck it, he is.

Sneaking back down stairs was easier than he originally thought, all the other kids had locked themselves in their room with homework or technology.

The front door was just five feet away-

"Hey cockslut." Jackson. A sudden anger filled Jimin, something he's never felt in the last ten years he's stayed in this house with the other boy. In that moment he was just so... done.

"You know what? I've had enough of your shit Wang." The shorter glared. "Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?" Jackson smirked, taking a step forward.

"I got nothing else to lose so might as well..." Jimin muttered. There was a flicker of confusion in Jackson's eyes which quickly turned to pain as Jimin rammed his conversed foot right into his gold orbs.

After that, Jimin made a run for the door and grabbed his bag. Before he knew it he was on board a train leading who knows where.

Jimin never looked back.

Sorry if this seemed a bit crap, I've been a bit busy lately I'll try and continue working on this story along with my other ones!