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Warning- Pov changes many times, I like to give different perspectives throughout the story
Jimin pov.
I can hear my alarm going off, my eyes refusing to open against the light. The warmth of my bed begging me to stay.
"Jimin, you better be getting ready for school," Yelled my mom. And reality wins yet again. "Don’t worry I’m up," I yelled back. I blink rapidly until my eyes are used to the morning light, wishing it was the weekend again. I get up lazily, find my uniform, and head to the shower, But not before I take my medicine. I set the water to the perfect temp and stripped. The water was welcoming as I stepped in, my muscles instantly relaxed. "I wish everything was this relaxing" I said out loud to no one. I wash my black hair and my body, singing to my favorite song from my shower playlist that I had put on.
“Naneun tteukbyora, tteukbyora, tteukbyora Wolf
Geudae saranghan, saranghan, saranghan Wolf
Naege neo nima, neo nima, neo nima Wolf” ( Wolf by EXO )
When I was done, I got dressed, put on some foundation and eyeliner to not look so dead, and styled my hair the best I could. I looked in the mirror and lifted my shirt up, I frowned lightly. "I still need to lose more weight." I said out loud. "JIMIN!!!!!!" whenever mom yelled bloody murder like that, it meant the bus was coming down the street.
I grabbed my backpack and phone and quickly ran to the bus. I stepped on and was welcomed with screaming and things being thrown around, a typical public bus ride. "Hey loser!" And then came a spitball on my face and laughter. "Really that is so childish Yugyeom." I said, Everyone acted surprised, passing around ‘oohs’ and ‘burn’. "Whatever faggot " I rolled my eyes and sat in the front of the bus to stay away from his classmates in the back. I tried so hard not to cry. This was an everyday thing, why do I still feel the need to cry, you stupid baby " You know..." I looked down at the little girl I had sat next to, " They only be mean to you cause they are jealous of you, that's what mommy says," She grinned at me with full teeth, the front two missing. "Sorry to disappoint, but there is nothing to be jealous about me" She frowned at my answer and took my hand in hers. I looked down at her. She had long golden brown hair, stopping at her mid back and bright blue eyes. She also had glasses on giving her face a rounder look.
"There's a lot to be jealous of, your very handsome and very nice too," She giggled and held my hand tighter. I wanted to tell her that being nice isn't something people envy, and that I wasn't near being handsome, but I can't do that to her. She was young, it wasn't her time yet to know how the world is.
The bus ride was short, thank god. I got off as soon as the doors had opened, I pulled my hood up as far as it would go, my music was blaring through my headphones on the highest level. The stares of people followed me as I walked, they never left, even when I am safe at home they never leave. They haunt my dreams and my reflection, they haunt every piece of my body and soul. I don't know why they stare and I don't care really (of course I do) But I wasn't going to let anyone else know that.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by someone pulling my headphones out. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" Yelled Jackson. He was was the bully who messed with me the most. "Hello" He flicked me on the forehead roughly." I really don’t have the patience to deal with you today," I said rubbing my forehead, without making eye contact. Jackson was a handsome person, i wasn't going to deny that, he had sharp features with beautiful brown eyes, his jawline being the best part of his face. He was beautiful, but with everything he's done to me and others, he was rendered "Wow you really have some balls today don't you, faggot" And there he goes again, throwing that awful name at me. It makes my blood boil, it was a hateful word towards people who didn't deserve it and just wanted love, I don't even know why that word exists, but why does any slur exist..to throw hate that's all.
I could feel the bile of words I want to spew slowly making its way up my throat, but I pushed it down and settled with something way better. I looked him in the eyes and smirked.
"What? You gonna ask me to suck your cock?" I shook my head at the vile question and stepped back, rolling up my earbuds and shoving them in my pocket. "Huh..Then why you smiling like that?" I didn’t answer him, I needed him to yell, the louder the better, I looked around at where I was. I have some good space here, it was the school courtyard with a big fountain in the middle of it. Jackson grabbed the collar of my shirt. ‘Here we go,’ I thought with slight fear, I don't know why I'm thinking of doing this to be honest or where I am going to find the confidence either, but I will find a way. "Answer me Faggot," And with that said, I pushed him back roughly, raised my leg and kicked him in the nose, wincing at the crack that followed. I guess being skilled in martial arts has its perks.
" I told you I didn't have the patience to deal with you today," I said, starting to walk off. I wanted to get away while I could, I did kick him in the face but that doesn't mean I am always this badass and confident, I usually just stay quiet until he gets bored. I have never done anything like that before so I have every right to be afraid of what the outcome is going to be, especially with the tempered dog that doesn't know control.
I was still satisfied with what I did though, that was until I saw Principal Kim standing by the entrance with his arms crossed.
" I expected better from you Mr.Park" He said once I followed him inside to go to his office. I waited a moment before I spoke and choose to look at the floor, oh look...dirty shoes. "Maybe you should lower those expectations. Everyone else has," The Principal sighed and took off his glasses off his chubby wrinkled face. "You're a good kid Jimin. You're smart and talented, I wish you would use your skills for something other than hurting others." I laughed once more and looked up from the ground to glare at the wall in front of him, "Like you really care. If you did, Jackson and his friends wouldn't be going around bullying people," I said lowly but he heard all the same uncrossing one of his free hands to pinch the bridge of his nose with an annoyed sigh.
"I can't suspend students for bullying, its not that simple. It was just verbal, if it was physical, maybe then it would be different." He spoke and shrugged. I gave an short impassive laugh,"Right, cause the mental health isn't as important as getting those grades in,"
"Jimi-" He started to say before I stopped in with putting a hand up, "Don't Jimin me, please. I may be crossing the line with this.." I stated, the principle's face grew curious at what I had said, waiting for me to finish.
"Verbal does just as much damage as physical bulling. And how you of all people don't see that is beyond me," Principal Kim opened and closed his mouth as if he was trying to find the words he wanted to say but couldn't.
"You have students coming in scared of what's going to happen because of Jackson and his posse. The belittle you and they taunt around your insecurities as if he knew them the moment he saw you. He twists your mind and makes you hate yourself and make you fear even walking outside," I breathed deep to keep my emotions under check.
"Please tell me how you think that verbal and physical bullying is any different from each other. They are both dangerous!" I couldn't help but yell. Not when he has tried to get help over and over always being told that 'The school doesn't condone any type of bullying' yet they do nothing about it.
"Jimin do not raise your at me," Principal Kim said firmly, crossing his arms once again.
"No, it is time you finally start to listen to me Principal Kim," I said lowly, my glare deep as i looked at him. "You let these bullies do whatever they want and by doing that, you are allowing them to tear apart others and basically kill who they are. How is that ok?"
"Mr. Park I get the concerns-"
"NO! Don't start that with me. How many times have I come in here looking for help from Jackson. You did nothing at all," I was angry that was obvious and I was letting it control me more than I wanted. So to prevent even more damage to myself I grabbed my headphones from pocket and plugged them in.
"All I'm trying to say Principal Kim, is that verbal does just as much damage as physical maybe even more, they are both forms of abuse." And with that I put my earbuds back in and walked out ignoring the calls of the Principal and continued the rest of my day.
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As soon as school was over and I was home, I saw my mothers car in the driveway.
" Hey mom, you're home early" I say when I walked in the house, taking of my backpack and my coat my the door. She didn't acknowledge me, she just pointed to the love seat couch in front of her. I moved to sit and said nothing noticing the angry look on her face, " So what happened at school today?" She asked.
"Um...nothing much."
She nodded, face bare of any emotion. "I got a call today saying you got suspended from school for 2 weeks, for breaking a kid's nose and assaulting the Principal,” I opened my mouth ready to protest, " I did NOT assault the Principal. Did I kick Jackson in the face and break his nose? Yes. But I didn't assault Principal Kim. You didn't even ask for my side of the story."
"I don't need to, that sweet boy Jackson said what happened," I laugh for what must have been the hundredth time that day, oh when does it end, "Of course you only take the rich boy's word and not even ask me my side of what truly happened" I say snarky. Mom looked at me with a glare, her legs crossed in the sitting mom stance that all moms do, "You will not talk to me like that boy,” I grabbed my phone with a tight grip to ground myself, there was no need to piss off my mother more than she already was. "You never asked me what happened. You always go with what the other person says every single time,” It wasn’t fair, I didn’t even know I got suspended, And she didn’t even think to ask my side of what happened, cause lord knows Jackson would make up a story to make me the bad guy, she doesn't seem to care.
I stood up for myself and this is how I’m treated? “Thanks mom, it really shows how much you care." I stood up and went to grab my jacket from the coat hanger above where my school bag laid on the floor. "You have no idea what I go through on a daily basis, what I did today, Jackson deserved," And with that I stormed out the door, slamming it behind me and ignored my mothers calls for me to come back. I just ran..
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Is been almost 2 hours since I left the house. The sun has just barely set, the moon and stars peeking early.
I stop at a nearby park and sit at one of the benches near the pond. Looking at the glittering water before I close my eyes and tilt my head back, the cool wind feeling so nice against my skin. I wish I could just disappear from this place full of pain and loneliness. One day I will find someone to love me, maybe have some actual friends. Anyone to really care about me. I just don't want to be alone or avoided, everyone just stares...Ew. I miss having friends and a decent mother.
I miss actually having a reason to smile that isn’t because it's the weekend or mom is leaving for a work trip. I especially miss not needing to be scared of what’s going to happen anywhere I go.
With my thoughts luring me to sleep, I scummed to its wishes and slowly the moment of peace let me be ok.
TW- May be sensitive to other readers (Contains violence and attempted rape)
Just when the dreams picked up there speed, I felt a sharp pain in my head as I was pushed off the bench to the rough ground head first making my vision blur for a moment. I pry open my eyes and see Jackson with some of his father's goons. "Hi Buddy" Said Jackson with murder in his eyes. I looked at him with fear. ‘This isn’t gonna end well at all. I should have known he’d be after me.’ I thought, no breath escaping my lips.
I’m scared. I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do. I have nowhere to hide in the park, maybe if I can get up and run away I can find a place. No that’s stupid, they are just gonna chase after you. I started to tremble in a cold sweat. "where's those balls from this morning Park?" They all laughed as I tried to get up, only to get immediately pushed back down. "What do you want?" I spat in the meanest voice I could muster. Jackson crouched to my level a sneer making him frown," I want you to pay for breaking my nose you bitch. You should have known better." He then got up and kicked me in the stomach. I curled over at the flaring pain, my eyes watering instantly. That’s gonna bruise.
"Screw you Jackson." I said breathless. He shook his head. "No, Fuck you park, " He said and he kicked me again and again. But I refuse to go down without a fight, "Ha *Breath* you wish you could *Breath* fuck me," I said when he let up on the beat down.
He pull me onto my knees roughly and punched me in the face with a fist full of rings, throwing me to the ground once again. Jackson looked at me with red hot anger before he crawled on top of me. " You're right, I do. I think it's the only thing you're good for... Pleasuring the boss." Those words brought me back to a memory I thought I had long forgotten. " The only thing you are good for, is pleasing me. I am the boss and you will do what I say." I nodded with tears pooling out my eyes.
I started to sob, my fear is very obvious now. "I'm gonna fuck you right here and right now "
“Sir I don’t think that is a good idea,” One of the goons said, “You don’t know if he’s-”
“Quiet!! Or I will get my father on you. I will do what I want with this boy.” With that I tried to struggle against him. It proved to be tougher than I thought. Jackson was like steel, how can one person be this strong? Or maybe I’m just that weak.
Jackson moved towards my neck with the intention to kiss it with his marks. I was crying, this couldn't be happening, he hates me yet here he is trying to get in my pants and I don't know what to do. I need help, I need someone anyone to save me from this.
I though as quickly as I could for a solution to get away and then, I had it. Knowing I couldn’t use my upper body to break free, I used the best thing I’ve got. My legs. I took advantage of the space between us and my slightly smaller leg to push him off as quickly as possible by the crotch. R.I.P his nuts.
It didn’t push him far, but enough to get my arms free. I sat up and punched him in the throat while knocking him the of the way off of me. Happy that I did something amazing for once, I ran. I ran as fast as I could and as far as I could. "Get Him!! " I heard Jackson yell strangled. Holy crap that was loud, he could totally be a cheerleader with that voice. ‘Not now Jimin, run.’
It felt like I had run miles, I paused to breathe before I passed out, hoping I had put enough distance between me and the goons...the big, buff, goons, who could probably rip me apart in seconds with their bare hands. "Oh god, I'm gonna die. I'm going to be raped and then die,"
I hesitantly looked around and saw them slowly round the corner with their eyes darting everywhere for my search.
I breathed deep as I picked up my pace again, only to end up tripping over a rock not even 2 minutes later. My head hit first, the rest of my body following after. My motivation to moved came along with pain in my ankle. I didn't want to run anymore, I want to give up. If i didn't know what horrible things would happen as soon as I was caught, I would have just laid there. But I knew I couldn't, I wasn't going to let this happen to me, not now not ever, I can't.
I used my hands and forced myself up with a ripple of pain flaring in my ankle, I think I twisted it, at least I hope so. "Come on get up Jimin, it's not broken, just...Something, but not broken." I said to myself. I got up with difficulty and hobbled down an alley with a sway. I could hear the goons behind me yelling at one another to hurry, probably closer to me now that I fell.
I turned down an alley way that I thought I could use to get more time, only for it to be a dead end. Smart Jimin, real smart. I gazed around noticing a man dressed in an all black business suit and he was stuffing something into the dumpster with something that strangely looked like fingers poked out of the bag.
I flinched hearing my name in the distance. I quickly put my attention back on the man, who was looking at me now with dark cold eyes. I limped closer to him. I saw the man had hair the color of mint green, His face was covered by a mask, but even a blind person could tell the stranger was attractive. But his appearance was not grabbing all the attention, it was his eyes. They were a bright honey color, almost like the eyes of an animal was staring at me. Maybe it was a trick of light.
I snapped out of my trance when I heard my name again and louder than the last. "Please help me, I think they are gonna kill me...Please," I begged, it might not have been the best to ask a total stranger who might have just murdered someone, for help. I don't really care to be honest, I need the help and had someone in front of me who could...It was worth a shot.
"Found you." I heard Jackson say, dread pulsing in my body at the voice, it was dark with intentions lying beneath.
I twisted my body and stood as tall as I could, throwing my arms wide to shield the stranger. "How sweet, the bitch made a friend. Too bad he won't see the light of tomorrow." Said Jackson, his grin sadistic as he snapped his fingers. “Boy’s,” The men that were behind Jackson pulled out guns. “NO!” I shuffled in front of the Man. "He has nothing to do with this, leave him out of it, please." My body hurts so much and I am feeling lightheaded, but I have to keep him from getting hurt. I felt a hand on my waist, it was pulling me back against the man's strong chest. ‘If I totally wasn’t close to dying, I would drool,’ Jimin you are so stupid. Focus you ignorant slut.
When My entire body was pressed against him, the rest of his arm curled around my middle. He smelled strongly like vanilla, mint, and something close to a forest. I put my arms down, when minty behind me started to speak in my ear. Oh the shivers I wanted to let free.
"Thanks for the help, but I don't need the protection...You do." His voice was rough and scratchy, yet smooth and calming. Next thing I saw was the man raising his free arm, a gun was in it, the gold shining against the moon beautifully. He lifted his head towards Jackson, eyes piercing black. What happened to the golden color? Maybe it was just trick of light; how mesmerizing.
"Jackson Wang," The Boy froze, his face falling from glee to fear in seconds. "Your dad is Got7’s current leader, right?" Minty didn't wait for an answer, he knew it already and was just taunting Jackson, instead he raised his head into the light of the moon and pulled down the mask he was wearing.
3rd Pov.
Jimin was taken aback by the man's look, he knew he was attractive. But he was wrong, the man was probably the most beautiful man he's ever seen. He found himself leaning into the protection of the man more unconsciously. Jimin could feel the arm wrap around him further and tighter in response. "Oh shit, Suga," Sugar? What kind of name was that?
“Do I need to tell your father that you were preying on an unmated?"
‘Does he mean me?’ Thought Jimin. Jackson stumbled at the question. It is honestly the first time Jimin had seen him so scared. Who was this man exactly? He brought fear into Jackson, the boy with a gang lord as a father, the boy who had all the money he could ever want at the snap of his fingers, the boy who got everything he wanted with no question or hesitation. Even the goons dropped the guns and stared in horror.
“Go, before I tell dear daddy what you’ve been doing.” The four of them ran faster than Jimin has ever seen, he even would have laughed, if not for the overwhelming relief that followed their disappearance.
Jimin was safe again, for now. His eyelids felt 10x heavier now, the night's events finally beginning to catch up, "I think I might just sleep now," He leaned even more into the man named sugar. "No, you need to stay awake. I know you want to sleep, but you need to wait ok?" said the Man. Jimin tried his best to stay awake, he really did, but he was so tired. Everything was too much not to sleep, and it was really cold. The Man picked him up bridal style and began to walk out of the alley. Jimin’s eyes lazyly glanced at him, maybe it’s a good idea if his savior knew his name. "Park Jimin," Jimin said in a slurred voice. Sugar looked down and smiled with full gums, "Min yoongi "he replied.
Jimin fought the dark that wanted to take him, his head and arms swishing and eyes blinking slowly at the blurry walk to wherever he was being taken.
They finally made to what he thinks is his destination, it was a silver van, too big for only one person. Jimin was set down in the seat, a jacket was thrown over him by sugar, he probably noticed the slight shiver Jimin had. He drifted in and out of consciousness as the drive began.
After what felt like hours in the vehicle, Jimin was finally moving again. He felt something soft under him, a bed. On the other side it had dipped, someone laid down, "Are you ok?" Said the voice. It was soft, maybe the softest Jimin has heard in a while.
He shuffled to the man, his smell was stronger as it enveloped Jimin in a calm he couldn't resist. ‘Safe,’ He thought. Sugar chuckled as he moved closer, bringing a free arm around Jimin's shoulders and pulling him onto his chest. Sugar held him as he slowly drifted off into the unknown black of dreams.
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Jimin slowly opened his eyes, the light rushing them to close again. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. 'where am I?' He wondered when he noticed the unfamiliarity of his surroundings. The bed had all beige coverings with golden flowers, walls white and bare with no decor, and one lonesome small dresser and a night table. He was most likely at the local inn.
He continued to take in the room, until his eyes landed on familiar mint green hair standing in the doorway of the room. His animal-like eyes were now a dark brown. What was his name again? Su...sug..sugar! "umm...excuse me Mr. Sugar? Can you tell me where I am?" He asked. The sugar man just smiled. "First of all,” He started, “It's SugA ,not SugaR," Jimin looked down and apologized, "Don't worry about it, I promise it's ok, I wasn't getting on to you," Jimin just nodded and continued to avoid Suga's eyes.
“We are at an inn near the park. Do you remember anything from last night other than my name?” Jimin thought for a moment before he winced at the rush of memories of the night before. Jackson, goons, fear, man with gold eyes, safe.
"Yoongi," The man nodded at the shy words. Yoongi shuffled around the room to the dresser on the other side of the bed, digging in it until he found his desired items. He threw some clothes on the bed without a glance. " Go get cleaned up, there is a bathroom right there." He gestured to the side of him, "And then meet me downstairs, ok?" Jimin nodded and stood up. His body ached badly, his scratches and bruises made themselves known from the movement.
One step and Jimin was on the ground with a scream of pain. Yoongi hurried over to help, "Shit, I forgot about your ankle.” He said as he heaved the boy back on the bed. “Apparently I did too," Jimin said nervously laughing to hide the pain. As Yoongi was sure Jimin was on the bed he went to let go, a pair of unnaturally soft arms held tight. Jimin had his face buried in Yoongi’s neck, he smelled vanilla, mint, and forest..No not forest..Pine trees, lots of them. Everything he smelled the night before. Jimin buried his head deeper in his neck, feeling a burn of tears behind his eyes. He didn't know why he had the need to cry, but he did and as confusing as it was, he squeezed his eyes tighter.
The smell was so familiar and like home. But...He didn’t know what home was, he never really had one, but if he did. It would be this. "You smell so good," When he realized what had been done and said, he pushed away from him and stared at the ground to hide his blush. "Sorry yoongi, I don’t know why I did that.”
Yoongi was more happy that it happened rather than weirded out. Knowing that this beautiful boy loved his scent made him want to scream in joy. "How old are you? " he asked out of nowhere. "Almost 19, Why?" Yoongi nodded. " I'm 22 so that is hyung to you."
He's 22! Wow, almost 4 yrs older. "Come on kitten, I need to get you home to your parents" Jimin pouted, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks at the nickname. "That's the last place I want to be, " Yoongi gave a knowing empathetic smile and patted the boy's head lightly.
Jimin pov.
I limped to the bathroom to take a shower. After I was clean and dressed, I headed down stairs the best I could. I saw yoongi leaning against the front door, he had changed his clothes as well, now wearing a pair of dark jeans and a hoodie that says ‘sweg’ He looked really good. " Ready?" I nodded. He came closer and helped me to his car with his hand on my waist supporting my weight. Once to the car he let go and helped me into the seat. There was a tingling sensation where the elder had touched, I secretly wished he could touch me more. 'AAAHHH!!! What am I thinking!? I haven't even known him a whole day, and I have already rubbed my head against him and had a naughty thought (even though it wasn't supposed to come out dirty).'
"Are you ok?" asked Yoongi after he got in the car and buckled his seat belt. I jerkily gave a nod and a shy smile, "I just thought of something really weird." He just gave a light tilt of his head and continued to start the journey back home. For the rest of the ride no one spoke. Weather it was do to Jimin's overwhelming awkwardness or if Yoongi was naturally quiet, he didn't know and didn't feel like being the one to break the silence either.
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"Here we are, home sweet home" Already?
"Wait, how do you know where I live? I never told you my address.” I said, eyes wide and slightly alarmed.
“Are you some sort of stalker?" The man chuckled lowly and tapped the pocket on his leg where Jimin's wallet would be on him. "No, I am not a stalker. The address was on the tag in your wallet." I squinted in suspicion. I had every right to be worried, the world is a dangerous place kids, remember that.
“What you doin going through my wallet. Creeper.” Yoongi hyung just laughed once again and ruffled my hair. “I needed to know more than just your name,” I really wanted not to believe his words, but his smile was too nice and pure for me not to. "Ok, fine I believe you, for now,"
Yoongi hyung just smirked at me and pointed to my house. “You should get going, I see your mother in the window spying. I’m sure she’s worried about you,” I scowled, ‘she’s anything but that’ I thought. I opened the door slowly trying to stall. “Jimin” Said Yoongi firmly. I rolled my eyes and got out, leaning my head down to the now open window. "Thank you for helping me last night, you really saved me. Oh and for letting me stay over, instead of leaving me there." I said while raising a hand to my nape in awkwardness.
" No Problem, and I would never leave you, except now when I see you go through that door,” I was tempted to just sit down on the sidewalk so he wouldn’t leave. But I know that he has a life to live and he can’t sit here and worry about a stranger he doesn’t know. ‘Oh yeah...Yoongi hyung is just a stranger. He saved you from Jackson that’s all’ I thought.
I waved goodbye and set for my house, once inside I saw my mother at the window, "Who was that?"
My lips tightened in a line," You care why?" I answered with no emotion. I don’t want her in business that she has no right in. Maybe she did at one point, but after growing up and knowing who she is, she lost it. I am only going to be a boy roaming the house and staying away from her. I know it seems harsh, but the life i’ve had to live for 17 years has been nothing pleasant, she doesn’t care about me so why would she start now?
In my room I watched the neighborhood streets bustle with random pieces of life. Min Yoongi, was the only thing on my mind.
"Min 'Suga' Yoongi, Will I ever see you again? Why do you make me feel this way? I have only known you a day, and yet I feel like I have known you forever. " And how long will it be until he leaves like everything else.