Single parenthood has it's own complexities and hardships. Park Jimin is a single father battling his own demons and trying to raise his son. Just as he feels like he's got a grip on his emotions, in walks Jeon Jungkook, his son's math tutor. Highest- 220 in Fanfiction

Jimin has always been the nerd of the school. He used to have friends. He had Namjoon, Suga,Jungkook,Jin,JHope,and V. One day they became just like the rest. What did Jimin do to them? His friends were all he had and now they despise him more than anybody. Maybe they just realized how worthless he really was. After that was when Jimin became depressed. The bullying didn't get to him before because he had the rest of BTS. Now he had nothing and it hurt. He had no one . No matter how much he cried or how many times he tried to tell someone , anyone no one listened. No one cared.Why did they leave him? What happens when BTS sees their old friend try to jump off a bridge? When they see Jimin try to end it? Will they lose Jimin? Or will they try to pick up the pieces of Jimin they shattered? #10 in fan fiction 8/24/16 Warnings: mentions of self harm, starvation,depression, suicide ATTEMPT. Do not read if you have been through this and are worried it will cause traumatic memories I would hate to cause anyone pain Thank you @Yoonmin_swaeg for the wonderful cover ❤️

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.