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TW: domestic abuse ⚠️
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"Did I give you permission to go out?" his
harsh voice bites at me in the dimly lit room.
"N-no. You didn't"
"Did you have fun while you were out, you stupid whore?" his words dripping with a deadly venom.
"I'm not a whore, Jackson," I manage confidantly, defending myself. The split second after the rebuttals fell from my lips, I knew I would immediately regret it. I gulp hard as he stepped towards me.

Narrator's POV

A lot growl emitted from Jackson's throat before harshly grabing Jimin by the hair and slamming his head against the wall with immense force, denting the plaster wall. Jimin wimpers and cringes in pain whilst trying to appear unharmed.

"I don't recall asking what your opinion was. I'm telling you that you are whether you think so or not," Jackson shoves the younger to the ground and kicks him in the rib, bruising it again, no doubt.

Every time the smaller even attempts to stand his ground, Jackson tears apart whatever confidence he had in the moment.

"So I will ask you again, dumbass. Or have you gone deaf? Did you have fun while you were out?"
"N-no. I didn't," Jimin chokes out between sobs, hot tears streaming down his slender face.
"Quit your sobbing, it doesn't hurt that bad you pathetic bitch," the elder sneers while looming over his boyfriend who's writhing in pain. Much like the way a wolf would to a wounded deer.

Jackson lifts Jimin by the collar of his dress shirt, still in his suit from the party, before pushing him to the wall again. Only this time, not to slam Jimin's head against it, but instead, their lips together. Jackson hungrily smashed his lips against the poor model pinned against the wall. Jimin didn't give into the kiss, but stayed limp as he allowed himself to be hurt and be taken advantage of. As he has been since they had started dating, even before then.

Once he was satisfied with his abuse against the models lips, he pulled back and smiled kindly. "I'm doing this to teach you. You understand that right, baby? I love you so so so much," He coos in a sickeningly sweet tone before walking out of the dark room and slamming the door behind him.
"I u-understand," Jimin sobs breathlessly, the lack of warmth in the room chilling him.

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Jimin's POV
<Timeskip, 2 Days>
Despite my grogginess and inability to sleep through the night, I stumble out of my off white tinted bed and wander into the bathroom. With each step, my feet make sticky noises on the cold tile floor. After brushing my teeth, I reach into the medicine cabinet in search of some painkillers.

I know that I deserved my punishment for leaving the house without Jackson's permission. Luckily, that time wasn't even too bad, but sometimes it's all too much to endure. I'm just glad I got off easily this time. I pop 2 red and blue bicolored pills in my mouth and down them with a glass of water, the liquid feeling much colder in my mouth after the fluoride toothpaste.

My photo shoot starts at 10:00, so I have almost an hour to get ready. Hot steam fills the small room and fogs up the mirror as I undress. Heated water pours over my head and scorches my skin leaving behind a dull ache that numbs after seconds.

I take a deep breath, the sound of running water slightly calming me. Once I lather my favorite scented shampoo in my hair, I begin to wash my body with a soapy loofah, gingerly gliding over the tender bruises.

Following rinsing off the vanilla scented bubbles, I step out and wrap a towel around myself. I don't even bother checking my injuries because the throbbing pain it has left behind reminds me it's there. I towel dry my hair and dress in high waisted jeans and an oversized jumper.

Before I walk downstairs, I grab a small bag and throw my phone, charger, and 3 other crucial items in it before skipping down the stairs. The clock reads 9:35 so I quickly write a note to Jackson stating that I'm going to work and dash out the door with my jingling keys in hand. Anything to avoid facing him in person.

I figure I might as well buy Jisoo and the photographers coffee, so I pull into a Starbucks drive thru on the way. Stupid traffic, now I'm going to be late. I mentally groan at the the line of vehicles in front of me.

At last, I finally pull into the building's parking lot and rush inside with my bag slung over my shoulder and a tray of hot beverages in hand.
"Morning, Mr. Park," the blonde receptionist greets me.
"Good morning to you too, Miss Rosé. And I've told you before, please call me Jimin," I remind her with a laugh as I hand her a cup of morning magic.

I briskly jog through the long halls until I reach my modeling room.
"Jimin, you're late," a voice scolds as the speaker walks into view. Damn it.
"....Coffee?" I offer as a peace treaty, lifting the tray of drinks. Jisoo rolls her eyes and chuckles an airy laugh,
"Only because you brought drinks, I'll let you off the hook this one time," she calls out as I run into my dressing room to get ready for my shoot.