Runaway Love

The end... Or Beginning?

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Celeste's POV

Home.

Appa angrily walks in yelling about how the house is a mess, it's not like I spent all day cleaning or anything.

He drunkenly walks towards me, "Celeste you are so beautiful, but your beauty is a fucking waste if you can't clean!"

He screams in my face while I try to keep the tears from streaming down. Strangling me till he feels I've understood him.

If I cry I get you did something wrong I should be crying speech, yet I never really do anything wrong everything I do is to keep this from happening. 

And you hear the stories of how the parent will drunkenly abuse you, apologize then do it again... I get no apology it's a cycle of pain and feeling like you are trapped. 

 One day I resorted to drugs, I was in sixth grade and this drunken abusive cycle had gone on for years, and one day I was offered something I couldn't refuse an escape. This escape led to an addiction yet when I inject its the best part of my day.

While today was like any other day I felt like it was my last chance to actually escape, Appa has been installing more and more locks and cameras, so I needed to leave while I could.

Appa stormed off in a drunken rage probably going to the bar.

I quickly found my emergency stash of money and left, I ran all the way to downtown Seoul which is miles from my home. 

As I caught my breath I realized what I had just done. I was a 16-year-old heroin addict, with bruises covering her body and barely any money. 

I walked to the donut shop with tears in my eyes, trying to hide the pain, I wasn't paying attention and walked smack into someone thus falling backwards and hitting the ground.

I look up and see a handsome man offering his hand to help me up, I grab his hand and he grabs my shoulder to help me up but he touched one of my bruises bringing tears to my eyes. 

Looking worried the stranger brings me a table and looks at my shoulder, with a terrified look on his face he demandingly asks me what happened.

Jimin's POV

The bruise on her shoulder is a deep purple and the size of a softball, I can tell by the way she fidgets when I examine it's not the only one.

When I ask her about it her whole demeanor gets very hostile; "Who the hell are you to ask me about my life I don't even know your name!" she snapped. "Park Jimin, now tell me what happened or I'll drag you to the police," I said calmly.

She sighs, "My Appa is very abusive, but I ran away so I'm fine now... And don't you have your little idol friends to get back to"

Laughing I say, "You recognized us? We are just getting food they will survive without me, but the real question is where are you staying?!?"

"I'm not about to go home with some famous weirdo I don't know!" she shrills

Angered I yell, "I was trying to be nice a room in our dorm is better than the god damn street!"

As she bursts into tears I realize I need to be gentle, "Mianhae, I know you have been through a lot but please let us help you," I comforted as the guys walked up.

They each introduce themselves then we convince her to stay with us.

Celeste's POV

 They bring me to their limo and we drive to their dorms. 

Nervously I fidget thinking about how I'm going to keep myself from fangirling over them, While I told Jimin I didn't know his name but I knew all of their names, I was a hardcore army yet my bias was V. Hopefully I get to know all of these beautiful idols!

Nothing is ever that easy... <3 Thank you for reading