Now Your Mess Is Mine

1.2

"Hey Jimin, we are going to meet up with some people tonight, so don't make any plans." Jimin's mom yelled from upstairs.

"When do I have plans mom. I have no friends, remember." Jimin complained from the couch downstairs.

"That's not my fault, but look nice okay? These are important people!" She closed the dresser in her room and headed for the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

"Yeah I will, but imma head out for a bit, I have some errands!" Jimin yelled hoping his mom could hear.

"Okay honey, be safe!" As he headed for his shoes he made sure to hear what his mom said, then head out. Jimin planned to go to an old park a little farther away from his house, so that he could practice his painting skills.

After driving a little ways, he finally got to the park he likes to go too. Usually it's empty, but sometimes there will be a few people here and there. Jimin walked through the field, noticing some trouble near the bleachers. He started to walk a little faster so they wouldn't notice him, but they did anyways.

Jimin got to walls in the back near the old school that used to be there. It got taken down due to money issues. Jimin set out his stuff and got to work. Most of his art pieces were deep and meaningful, some may say sad.

A few minutes into his painting, he could hear some commotion behind him, but he didn't think much of it, since he zoned out. It suddenly got louder and progressed into a loud yelling sound.

Finally he turned around slowly which he shouldn't have done.

"Punch him!" A tall brown haired man yelled.

"Huh?" Then the pain came. He could feel all the nerves in his face spark.

"He's at fault for it, okay! He stole all my money for the drugs!" The man kept shooting off so many lies.

"What? Who are yo-" Another punch came straight to his gut.

"You asshole owe me my cut! That will teach you a lesson!" Another man with mint colored hair screamed, at least he thought it was green. He couldn't see clearly. One more kick to his stomach and he finally walked away from Jimin. The brown haired male next to me just stood there for a few seconds before leaving me curled in the grass. He tried to say something but everything just fell silent and I couldn't see anything but black.

A few hours later he woke up in the same spot. It was abandoned there , so no one really knew about this area so no one would see him. Jimin attempted to sit up, but felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He lifted his shirt up with a groan, his eyes widened at the site. His stomach had bruises everywhere and was red and bloody.

He felt his face and of course there was blood there too. It took many tries, but finally Jimin got up and hunched to his car. His vision was still a bit blurry, but he got home.

His mom was reading in her chair outside the house. He tried to sneak up the stairs, so she wouldn't ask him what happened, but that didn't work really well.

Jimin? Honey are you home? I have the screen door open so I can hear you, come here." She called for him, Jimin sighed and limped to his mother.

"Oh my, what the hell happened to you?" She had her hand over her mouth in complete shock.

"Um, I just tripped and fell into the concrete outside of a shop. I'm fine." Jimin lied, and ran his hand through his hair.

"Are you sure you're okay? That doesn't look like you should be fine." His mom started to walk over, but Jimin stopped her.

"Im fine, really!" Jimin smiled and headed upstairs, or attempted to head up the stairs.

"Um, I guess just cover that with a concealer?" She was still shocked at how her son came home.