(Completed) Mr. Kim

8 Eight

Memories upon memories flooded my head, frustrating me as I tried to find a starting point.
I sighed, finally deciding on the first time my dad hit me.

I didn't care if anyone or everyone knew about my abusive dad, or me killing him. I hated him, and I didn't care about what people thought about my home life at all. But what I did care about them knowing though, was my mom.

That's honestly none of their business.

Jeon Jungkook

The first time my dad hit me was when I was six. I found some makeup, and was using it to cover my soulmate mark, not liking it.

He came into the bathroom to hit and yell at me, calling me worthless and all kinds of other nasty names. That was the first time that I ever hated my dad.

Ever since then he continued to hit and jab at me with insults, painting bruises on my body that I couldn't cover up because I would then just get hit more.

I hated the thought of having a soulmate like him, so I didn't want a soulmate at all.
And what enforced that idea on me even more, was the fact that every time I would see a soulmate couple they were always unhappy.

The man was abusive, a cheater, a liar, or the woman was a cheater, liar, gold digger, a bitch, the list absolutely went on and on, never ending.

My dad was also a lair, cheater, and abusive to his soulmate. I hated how she was treated by him, and I despised the thought of having a soulmate even more.

I didn't want a soulmate forced on me, hating the thought of how someone else was paring and choosing people's soulmates without their own consent.

I don't really have a type, but I want someone who is caring and not someone who was two faced. I wanted someone who wasn't afraid to break the rules, and someone who wouldn't be the person that my dad was.

I don't want a soulmate.
I only want someone of my own choice........

"Ew, the fuck is this shit? It's way too much information and too fucking mushy."
I say under my breath, looking at my paper in disgust.

I roll my eyes at myself and turn to a new page, making another draft that I would soon after type up on my computer at home.

A few hours later it was around 7:00 pm. I stood up, putting up my pencil and paper as I got up.

Hoseok and Jimin stared at me with confused expressions.
"Where are you going?" Hoseok asked.
"Do you honestly not see the time? I have other shit to do." I tell him, and I put my backpack over my shoulder, walking out of the library.

I walk down the hallways of my campus and soon make it to the exit of the building.
I push open the door and sigh, walking down the stares before I curse, not expecting to see Mr. Kim standing there against a wall.

"Hey."

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Lynn~~