Dystopia Jimin ff Bts

Chapter 1: The Beginning

"You guys are so stupid," I said shoving Hoseok laughing at their stupidity. "We know but so are you," he announced. We laughed and continued to walk when we saw Namjoon's neighbor, Mr. Bong, at his cart. We then saw police officers walking towards the cart. "What are they doing?" Yoongi asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Let's go check what's going on," Jimin said about to walk over there but Jin grabbed his arm. "Ani, we are already in trouble, we can't get into any more problems." I folded my arms and sighed. "Minhyuk is right." We looked over and one of the officers knocked down Mr. Bong's cart onto the ground. "Mr. Bong!"

We walked over to the cart and Namjoon stood by his side. "What's going on here," Taehyung asked and one of the officers looked at him. I looked at his badge and it said, Officer Kim. "Mind your business." He said in a firm toned voice. "Why are you bothering Mr. Bong?" Jungkook asked, truly concerned about Mr. Bong. He's a sweet man, he helped us out when we were in trouble plenty of times. I glanced at the other Officer, getting his name. "Listen, you kids get going, this has nothing to do with y'all." Mr. Lee groaned. "Yes, it's fine..." Mr. Bong said, trying to shoo us away but we wouldn't budge.

"The money Bong" Mr. Kim growled. " I'll have it by next week I don't have enough." Mr. Bong begged. It hurt my heart to see him act so desperate. "No, we want it now, King Jiyong doesn't give mercy!" Mr. Lee yelled. He clicked down his gun, pointed it, and stared down Mr. Bong. "Really, you're gonna shoot him!" I yelled at him in fury. "Yup, no money, there's a bullet with his name on it." Mr. Kim uttered. "Really, would you shoot me?" Jimin stepped up to the officer, putting the tip of the rifle at his forehead. "Jimin, stop..." I whispered.

"Since you can threaten an old man with guns, shoot me. You can't, because you're bastards that can't fight without weapons." He yelled, balling his fist in rage, glaring at the officers in resentment. "Jimin, that's enough," Jin commanded. "Jimin don't try me." Mr. Kim said. I grabbed him by his arm pulling him back away from the officers. "How much does he need?" Namjoon asked, impatiently. "150 wons" Namjoon took out his wallet and pulled out some cash. "I have 30..." Taehyung and Jungkook pulled out some money and handed it to Namjoon as he handed it to the officers. "You have your money, now go," Hoseok stated.

The officers glared at Jimin and he smirked. "Jimin you're on my monitor list." He declared and Jimin rolled his eyes. "Ask me if I give a fuck." I hit him in the arm and he rolled his eyes. The officers then walked off. Namjoon then slapped the back of Jimin's head, causing him to groan in pain. "Aish, you're a pabo." Namjoon groaned in annoyance. "I hate them and Jiyo-" I quickly covered his mouth, cutting him off and looked around. He then licked my hand and I hastily removed it in disgust. "Are you trying to get yourself killed, you can't say shit like this Chim Chim!" I shouted at him. "I don't care y/n, honestly." He expressed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, a smile on his face.

"Major pabo..." We all laughed and walked off to the bridge where we all hung out. I sat up on the bench and kicked my feet up on the chair in front of me. We were messing around with each other when Ravn and his friends approached us. "What's up, y'all going to the border party tonight?" Ravn asked us, leaning against the wall. "We didn't hear about it..." Taehyung said, shrugging his shoulders. "Y'all should come," Seoho suggested. Leedo looked at me and winked at me, I scoffed. "Yes especially you Y/n, I'd like to dance with you." he flirted, rubbing the back of his neck. "Jinja," I said in a joking manner. "Sure why not," Jungkook said liking the idea. "I agree," Namjoonn said nodding his head. "Later then..." Ravn smiled.

They then walked off and Jimin started laughing. "What a joke 'I'd like to dance with you' mwah mwah..." He said making kissing sounds. "Aish shut the fuck up." I rolled my eyes. "Leedo likes you," Hoseok said and I couldn't help but sneer. "Well I don't like him anyway, he's a hoe," I said. "Glad you know." Yoongi snorted. "Y/n!" I quickly stood up as I saw my uncle approach us. Oh no... "Uncle-" He slapped me, cutting my words short. A stinging pain flared on my cheek, burning badly. The guys looked shocked and I blinked away my pain. I bit my tongue back, stopping myself from saying anything.

"What are you doing out here with these guys, huh! Are you some type of slut!" He yelled at me, his words cutting me deep. I couldn't hold back my thoughts anymore after that. "They are my friends and I'm not a slut!" I screamed and his face turned red in anger. He raised his hand to slap me once again, I closed my eyes getting ready for impact but I felt nothing... I opened my eyes to see Jimin holding my uncle's wrist, stopping him from touching me. "You have some gut to hit a woman." He snarled. "Jimin,  calm down," Taehyung said trying to calm him down. "Don't you have respect boy." My uncle groaned. "You're the one to talk." Jimin scoffed. "Chim Chim, let go of him.." I whispered softly and he looked at me. His sparkling brown eyes expressed worry. 

"Y/n-" I cut him off and held his hand. "Please." Jimin dropped his wrist and glared at him, his bitterness truly appearing.

"You better get home soon or you're in trouble..." My uncle growled and walked off. I balled my fist, I then ran my fingers through my hair, nullified. "I have to get going, thanks Jimin," I said. "Yeah..." he nodded. "I'll walk you with you since I have to head to work anyway," Taehyung said, getting up from the floor. "Arraseo, bye guys..." Tae and I started walking off. We were just silent but Tae broke the silence. "Are you ok?" I smiled at him and nodded. "I'm fine, really," I muttered. "Does he always hit you?" He asked me, sounding concerned. "Yea, but it's nothing I can't handle..." I mumbled, looking down. "What about your mom?"

Tae is the only one that knows that my mom actually left the kingdom last year while the others think she walked out on me. It's still true either way. He's my best friend, after all, they all are but I feel like I can tell Taehyung everything. "She doesn't know, why would she care anyway?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. I honestly don't care about my mom, she left and that was her choice. "Y/n, you're twenty years old, you can leave you're old enough."

I shook my head. "I'm fine, getting a job just to pay that asshole in the throne is already worst then what I'm going through." I rolled my eyes at just the thought of it, I could throw up. Jiyong, our ruler he took over five years ago making where I live, a dictated hell for everyone. He was heartless and arrogant, literally, he was a killer on the throne.

"True, it's my stop hopefully we'll see you at the party." He said, knowing I'd probably not show up. "Hopefully." I hugged Taehyung goodbye as he entered the blacksmith shop. I continued on my way home. Once I was there, I walked into the house to see my uncle sitting on the couch...

waiting for me.

Thanks for reading the first episode of dystopia, I hoped you liked it and I'm glad to be back.