Jimin was on the floor crying with his eyes tightly shut. His dad had just beat him up... Again and was now yelling at him.
"stupid child now we have to move, you let the whole Fucking school know!"
"i-it's was a-a-"
*smack*
"I don't care go pack your things!" he yelled.
Jimin hurried to his room and started packing, he didn't want to move away from his childhood memories and the memories of his mom... Everything was in this house all the memories and now he's moving away.
He started crying harder, when he finished packing he went outside where his dad was waiting in the car.
While driving jimin started thinking he had a lot of questions like how can we move already, have he already found a house, where are we even going. Jimin looked at the side mirror of the car and saw, all his bruises and red marks.
He started thinking again and soon fell asleep.
"wake up brat we're here"
His dad then shut the door wich startled jimin, he slowly got up, took his bag then headed inside the house.
It was not that big, when you walked in you could see a sofa and a TV on the right, straight ahead were a small kitchen and right beside that were some stairs, jimin slowly walked up the stairs to find three rooms a bed room, a bathroom, and a quite small room with a bed, a desk and a closet. He walked in the room assuming that must be his, he started Unpacking his stuff decorating the room a bit and putting the clothes in his closet.
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F*ck life (Jikook ff)
General FictionJimin is abused in different ways at home, by his dad he doesn't have a mother she died 6 years ago. He doesn't have any friends because he's a "loser" Jungkook is popular at school with the rest of bts, They're known as the bad boys everyone is afr...
