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caregivers: hoseok and yoongi little: jimin age range: 2-4 requested by: 1exiiee
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tw// mentions of self harm & bullying!
"p-please stop! " jimin cried as five bullies kicked his stomach for the fourth time which gave him bruises. no matter how many times he pleaded it wasn't enough to make them stop, but at this point he was just numb.
"are you kidding me? all you do is fucking whine about it. you're such a fag!" one bully said and kicked him one last time and left, the bundle out people crowding left right after, nobody helping.
once he calmed done and his breathing patterns were back to normal he just decided to walk walk home. he was the last one to go home out of hoseok and yoongi since both of them were seniors and so could get out early. meanwhile, jimin, himself, was a junior and still had one more year till he could get out early.
he hated when he was all alone. it was just last period when he was all alone, without hoseok or yoongi. that's when they struck, when his only protection wasn't there.
jimin let tears roll down his soft cheeks as he walked home. he couldn't help but think of all the things the bullies did and said to him. was he really what they said. he couldn't even keep all the positive comments anymore, all the negative ones were over powering.
'they would probably be happier without you..'
'you're such a fucking dumbass!'
'i think you would be better off dead' 'nobody would even notice..'
'this world would be so much better without you, honestly..'
'why do you dress like a girl?'
his legs were covered in bruises and so was his tummy and many injuries that his caregivers were yet to notice since he would always wear hoodies and jeans, but they never suspected since he never kept a distance.
but the bullying had gotten so severe he had started to cope by self harming.
he shook his head in hope to get rid of those horrible memories as he walked home. he fiddled with the bottom of his light blue sweater, he tried being more manly by using colors less of pastel colors but people mocked him and called him names like 'wannabe boy.'
he can't do anything right, can he?
he flung open the door, taking his backpack to his room to do homework.
"jiminie, are you okay?" yoongi asked with a frown on his face, seeing that jimin let out a frustrated sigh.
"yeah, hyung! today was a really good day, but i have a lot of homework" jimin lied, except for the homework part, he had a lot of that. he faked a smile all the way to his room.
