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Jimin’s Backstory.
Tags!!!! : Abuse (mental and physical), use of the f slur (i’m literally homosexual so don’t come for me), underage prostitution. If you read this and see something else I didn’t tag but should, please let me know!!
✵ 1-5
As a young child, Jimin was treated well by his parents, he was /loved/ by his parents. His younger brother was born when he was three years old, and when Jimin turned four, his brother soon turning one, they went to Walt Disney World for a summer vacation. Jimin wasn’t big enough yet to go on most of the rides, but he was able to go on some, especially if his parents went with him. On their third day, in the parks, the family went on the “It’s a Small World” ride. Jimin sat on the edge of the boat they were in, and as a young child, being in a boat, he wanted to touch the water. So, he did. He leaned his small body, holding onto the side of the boat to keep himself up, and his fingers grazed the cold water that flowed underneath them. At the time, Jimin didn’t realise he had broken one of the rules, until the ride stopped, and an announcement was made throughout the entire building. “Please make sure your arms and legs are inside the boat at all times, Thank you.” Jimin pulled back from the water, but he was also pulled back fully into the boat by his father, his hand staying on his arm for the rest of the ride. After they got off, Jimin wasn't allowed to go on any more rides for the rest of the vacation. He wasn’t allowed ice cream when the rest of his family got some to watch the parade, and his father wouldn’t pick him up so he could see it either. (His mother was holding his baby brother, but she made no effort in convincing her husband to pick up their older son.). His younger brother got a balloon, and a stuffed animal, for his /good/ behaviour. But how could he even have bad behaviour! He was a baby! He didn’t know the difference! It wasn’t fair to Jimin, he didn’t know that he wasn’t allowed to touch the water, and he didn’t know that if he did it, it meant he wouldn’t be allowed to do anything, at /all/. The last two days of vacation, his mother went with his younger brother to the parks, and Jimin was told to stay in the hotel room with his father. He cried for the entirety of those two days, each time his brother coming back to the room with gifts that he got, or treats. The next year, Jimin had asked if they would go to Disney World again and he promised that he would be really, really good. But he was told, after the “stunt” he pulled last year, that the family would never go again. And they held true to that promise, they never did go again. Even though they never went back to Disney World, Jimin and his family still went on smaller vacations, where he made sure to know and follow every single rule so he wouldn’t be left out of things ever again.
✵ 5-10
Jimin started elementary education at a private school. The night before he had his first day of school, he set out his uniform at the end of his bed, and probably brushed his teeth at least three times before his bed time. He wanted to make the best impression on his classmates so they would want to be his friend. He didn’t go to a daycare or preschool like his parent’s friends' children did, so he wanted to make sure the other kids liked him, since some would probably already know each other. He went to bed on time, woke up on time, brushed his teeth like he was taught, and he ate breakfast before getting dressed, so he wouldn’t accidentally make a mess on his clothes. When he was done, he practically ran up the stairs to his bedroom, and pulled on his uniform, his small hands struggling with the buttons. But he was in school now! He should be able to do it himself! So he struggled, and kept trying, but eventually got them all on, a proud smile on his face for himself. He put on his socks next, then his shoes (he still didn’t know how to tie them so they were velcro shoes), and grabbed his bag, going down the stairs to the kitchen where his parents were still sitting and having coffee.
“Eomma! Appa! I put my clothes on all by myself! I even buttoned it up!.” The young boy stood in the kitchen, his hands on his hips so his arms weren’t in the way of his shirt. So they could see that he in fact did, button up his own shirt and got himself dressed. But his tower of proudness was easily starting to tip, his parents giving him no reaction, the two not even talking with each other, they just, didn’t react to him. Jimin wasn’t going to give up that easily though. He walked over to his mother, his hand grabbing at the bottom of her dress and tugging slightly. He didn’t think he had pulled that hard, but he must have scared her, since she dropped her cup of coffee, the hot liquid splashing out of the cup and onto the boy next to her. It burned Jimin’s skin, and he hadn’t felt anything like it before. He wiped at the wetness on his skin, tears in his eyes as he did. But he was more upset that his outfit was now stained, rather than the fact that he was physically hurt. He was yelled at for ruining her morning coffee and ruining his uniform that cost them money. Before he knew it, he was in the car, in his stained uniform on the way to school. He didn’t make any friends. He smelt like the gross drink that parents would drink in the morning, and his clothes made him look messy, they made him “look like he went to public school”. Jimin wasn’t sure what it meant, but he knew it wasn’t something good. Not with the way his classmates said it.
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When Jimin turned eight, he got a bike for his birthday. His father started work earlier now, and worked later into the night, so he was expected to take himself to and from school. Jimin could do that, and he wouldn’t stray from the path. He was a good boy, and he was a big boy, he could do it himself. He did have to work himself up to it of course, the first few trips, his hands practically shook with how nervous he was. What if he got lost? Or someone hit him with their car? Or tried to take him? But he rode his bike for over a month, and nothing bad ever happened. It made his confidence in himself grow, and he felt more sure of himself. His hands didn’t shake anymore.
But rainy season soon started, and Jimin found it raining more often than not when he left school for home. He rode his bike as carefully as he could, but one day it was practically pouring out. He couldn’t control the bike when he turned the corner, and it slid out from underneath him. He cut his arm and leg from hitting the pavement, blood staining his clothes and the water that was puddled by him. Jimin had only seen blood a couple times in his life up to this point. Like when his mother cut herself cooking, or when his father was building his new desk and accidentally cut his hand. But it had never been his /own/ blood. The boy had walked home after that, sobs coming out of his mouth as he pushed his bike along with him. He knew he would be in trouble if he just left it. His mother was cooking when he went inside, and he cried for her, his eyes red and swollen as he sat in the foyer of the home. She had come quick, hearing the boy cry, and she had bandaged him up right away. She was gentle with him, more gentle than she had ever been with him before. He couldn’t stop sniffling though as she cleaned him up, and he stopped once she spoke. “Jimin-ah, are you a girl?” He shook his head no, his bottom lip trembling. “Then why are you crying? Boys don’t cry, they aren’t supposed to cry. Only girls cry, so if you want to be a girl, then cry, but if you want to be a boy, a /good/ boy, you won’t cry again, got it?”
Jimin made sure not to cry again after that.
✵ 10-15
Once Jimin got older, there was more expected of him. He had to get straight A’s, and he had chores now. Even though they now had a maid, and someone that cooked for them around dinner time, Jimin was still expected to clean his own dishes, do his own laundry, and clean the bathrooms. His brother Seungmin had chores as well, but when he brought home a test that he got a B on, their parents couldn’t stop telling him how proud they were of him. Jimin had never brought home a grade like that before, and he never wanted to. They told him they expected straight A’s from him, so that’s what he would do. But now that Jimin was a bit older, and he had more expected from him, he was awarded with an allowance. It wasn’t much, considering the allowance his peers got, but it was the only money he had ever had. He was just going to spend it on snacks, or maybe a sketch book, he wasn’t too sure. But when he walked home from school one day, on his 11th birthday, he heard music coming from one of the classrooms. He was nosey of course, peeking through the window of the door to see what was going on. It was a dance class, ballet, and to his surprise, there were other boys in the class. He didn’t know boys could take ballet, but he knew now what he wanted to do for his afterschool program. He didn’t want to join the study group, he was going to join ballet!
He shouldn’t of asked. He was yelled at, asked if he wanted to be a faggot, if he liked boys, if he wanted to be a girl. Only girls took ballet, or people that wanted to be girls. But there were multiple boys that were in there! Surely not all of them wanted to be girls, or liked other boys. Jimin just wanted to dance.
So, he never spent his allowance money, not until he had enough saved anyways. He lied to his parents about joining the study group when he was 12, and instead he joined the afterschool dance program for ballet. He had saved up all of his money to get the nicest pair of shoes, and he was in the program for almost an entire year. But when he was 13, coming home from school, he left his bookbag in the foyer next to his brother’s before starting his chores. He was reading in his room when he was called down to the living room. The room was dark, only a lamp and the fireplace illuminating the large carpeted area. His mom was standing in the corner of the room, and it was hard to see, but she looked, sad? He looked to his dad, the person that called him into the room, and all color left from Jimin’s face when he saw what he was holding in his hand. His mind was racing, and he was speechless. He had no words to say, even when his father asked him what he was holding, and why he had them. “They’re.. my friend’s… she asked me to hold onto them for her because she lost her bag and didn’t want them to get ruined in the rain.” He tried his best to make an excuse, to save himself face and try to save /his/ ballet shoes. But before he could do anything, his father turned and threw them into the fireplace. Jimin screamed no, pushing past his father and dropping to his knees. He was able to still grab one of the ribbons as it was hanging out past the fire, so he could pull it out unscathed. But as he tried to, his father grabbed him by his arm and threw him back, grabbing the shoes and throwing them back in, making sure every part was in the fire. When he was thrown, Jimin hit the side of his head on one of the side tables next to the couch, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and threatening to spill. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, pushing himself off of the ground and rushing upstairs to his room, closing the door behind him. He laid in his bed, his heart heavy, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t a girl. He wasn’t going to cry.
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Jimin was fifteen, home sick with the flu when his younger brother came home from school, his older brother’s homework in his hands. Because of course even when he was sick, Jimin had to make sure to stay caught up. He couldn’t afford to fall behind his other classmates. He thanked Seungmin, coughing into his arm before taking the papers from him. He sat back down at the island counter in the kitchen, picking up his pencil again. He had already been working on his homework by the time the other had gotten home. He was drinking hot tea as well blowing on it softly so he wouldn’t burn his mouth. The two sat in silence for a while, the only sound being pencils writing and Jimin sipping on tea. His mom came into the kitchen, and Seungmin spoke up, breaking the silence that they had. “Eomma! Jimin-hyung has a boyfriend!” The older brother froze, his eyes stuck to his paper. There was no way his younger brother actually knew that, but, why else would he say it? Jimin looked up at his mother and brother, his eyes meeting his mothers. She spoke to her youngest son, but kept her eyes on her oldest. “What do you mean, Seungmin?”
“Oh, he was asking where Jimin-hyung was today, said that he missed him..”
They didn’t talk about it again until Jimin’s father got home. The night ended with him choked up, talking on the phone to his boyfriend, breaking up with him. Even when he got better from the flu, Jimin didn’t go to school again for another week. He had to wait for the swelling to go down, for the bruises on his skin to fade. His father had always been rough with him when discipling him, but he never actually /hit/ him. At least until that day. He also had never seen his mother cry so much, sobbing over and over how she couldn’t believe she raised a /faggot/ in her own household, how her son could never be her actual son if that’s how he was. Jimin still didn’t cry. He almost did, but he couldn’t let his parents down /again/.
✵ 15-20
It was mid november when Jimin had come home from school. He was sixteen now, bringing home one of his tests. He couldn’t believe himself. He had studied so, so hard. But he got a /B/. The second he handed over the test to his mother, his father was called down from his office. He was screamed at, by both of his parents. They yelled at him about how disappointed they were in him, how the expected more from their own son, and Jimin couldn’t take it anymore.
“But Seungmin can come home with a B? Or a C? He got a C on his last test and you both were congratulating him and saying you were super proud of him! This is my first B /ever/, and you guys are acting like I f***ing dropped out! Seungmin is even able to spend the night at his girlfriend’s house and he’s thirteen! I /have/ to get a 4.0, I’m /not/ allowed to spend anytime doing anything that’s not studying, I HAVE to go to med school, and I’m basically not even allowed to have any friends! It’s not fair!” He screamed at both of his parents, tears threatening to spill.
“Seungmin is going into sports, he HAS to train his body! He does not have enough time to focus as much on studies. He is following his dream profession, and what he is doing has nothing to do with this situation!” When Jimin’s mother had screamed back at him, Jimin finally let his tears fall, he finally cried again after eight years.
“He can but I can’t? I never wanted to go to med school, I never cared about my grades like that until you two berated me about it and made me feel like sh*t if I fell asleep at 6pm instead of studying! I’m sixteen and you made me cut off the only f***ing friend I’ve ever had in my life!” Just as he finished, Jimin felt a sting on his cheek, and he could feel the blood rush to the surface of his skin where he was hit. His father screamed at him, pushed at him to leave his house for the disrespect he had shown them. And Jimin listened. He grabbed the strap of his bookbag and left the house, the front door being slammed almost directly into his back.
Jimin grew up going to a private school, in a rich family. He never had time for any friends, so he had no one he could go to, no one’s couch he could crash on. And even though his confidence at the moment was on the floor, he couldn’t just ask one of his peers if he could stay. He would never hear the end of it. He didn’t really have anywhere to go. He could go to school tomorrow, sneak into the theatre and maybe sleep there, but he couldn’t do anything tonight at least. An hour had passed and he already tried to call his mom or dad, but both immediately were hung up on, going straight to voicemail. He walked to the closest convenience store, grabbing a few things he could eat for the night. He didn’t know how long his parents were going to keep him locked out, or continue to ignore him. Did he deserve it? He had never actually yelled back at them like that before, maybe if he just apologized… The price was 6.34, Jimin took out his credit card that was given to him, swiping it. He watched the screen so he could sign, but a red X popped up on the small screen, saying the car was denied. They cut him off? Her had cash, and he took it out quickly, apologizing for the inconvenience and taking the change. He wouldn’t usually take it, but he only had around $120 in cash on him. And so far, it was looking like he would need it.
-
He tried to go back home after two days. His key didn’t fit the lock anymore.
-
After four days of him being kicked out, he was in class (he still went for the lunch, and the lockerrooms so he could shower) when he was pulled out, saying his parents had told the school they transferred him somewhere else, and he wasn’t going to that school anymore. Jimin didn’t have anywhere to sleep now.
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After ten days was when he ran out of money, only a few pieces of change left. He had tried so hard to save it the best he could, but he was hungry. He was used to eating three meals a day, he couldn’t just easily switch to only eating one. But he tried. He tried so hard. And now he was at a food truck, asking the cook if there was anyways he could have some, any food really, for free. He was turned down multiple times, and Jimin turned then to asking people for money. A few times, he was offered money, for… services, and Jimin had practically ran away from them. But then two days passed by without him eating, and he couldn’t get any food, or any money. That night, he was offered /fifty/ dollars for him to give this guy a blowjob. He had never done it before, but it was fifty dollars. He could make that last for days. He was going to agree, until he was then offered more.. if he did more. Jimin left the motel that night with $250 in cash. He felt disgusted with himself. He wanted to scream, cry, throw up, but he could eat. He could get his own motel room so he could sleep on a bed. He could survive if he really tried.
-
Jimin lived in a motel for longer than he ever thought he would. He had been giving out his services for longer than he ever wanted to. He turned 18 a week ago. He had honestly thought that this was the life for him, that this is the only way he would be able to get by. He couldn’t get a job without having a place of residency, and he couldn’t get an apartment without having any physical proof of income. And the cash he had wasn’t enough proof. He was handed a card when walking to a food truck by the motel, and it had a phone number on it, underneath a business and email. He had no idea what it was for. He flipped it over, an address written on the back. The worst that could come from this, was being murdered. And honestly, with the life he had, he wouldn’t mind taking the risk. And he was insanely curious about it. The business was BigHit music and after the company saw what he looked like, and had him do a trial run of dancing and singing, signed him into a contract so he would debut as a kpop idol. He now had a place to sleep. Even if it wasn’t the biggest, or cleanest, it was something /safe/. He cried when he got his first paycheck, and all he had to do to earn it was stay there, and practice singing and dancing. Something he could only dream of doing. In less than a year, he debuted, and was one of the fastest growing idols. The company he was under paid a legal team an insane amount of money to cover up his past, including his families names, and what he did for a living when he was sixteen and seventeen. By 20, he had his own apartment, in Seoul. He had his own apartment, that he could afford himself, in the biggest city in his home country. He did cry again once he finished moving in, and he cried after every concert for months. For along time he though he was dreaming, or in heaven, but this was actually his real life, and he was finally doing everything he had dreamed of doing.
Tags!!!! : Abuse (mental and physical), use of the f slur (i’m literally homosexual so don’t come for me), underage prostitution. If you read this and see something else I didn’t tag but should, please let me know!!
✵ 1-5
As a young child, Jimin was treated well by his parents, he was /loved/ by his parents. His younger brother was born when he was three years old, and when Jimin turned four, his brother soon turning one, they went to Walt Disney World for a summer vacation. Jimin wasn’t big enough yet to go on most of the rides, but he was able to go on some, especially if his parents went with him. On their third day, in the parks, the family went on the “It’s a Small World” ride. Jimin sat on the edge of the boat they were in, and as a young child, being in a boat, he wanted to touch the water. So, he did. He leaned his small body, holding onto the side of the boat to keep himself up, and his fingers grazed the cold water that flowed underneath them. At the time, Jimin didn’t realise he had broken one of the rules, until the ride stopped, and an announcement was made throughout the entire building. “Please make sure your arms and legs are inside the boat at all times, Thank you.” Jimin pulled back from the water, but he was also pulled back fully into the boat by his father, his hand staying on his arm for the rest of the ride. After they got off, Jimin wasn't allowed to go on any more rides for the rest of the vacation. He wasn’t allowed ice cream when the rest of his family got some to watch the parade, and his father wouldn’t pick him up so he could see it either. (His mother was holding his baby brother, but she made no effort in convincing her husband to pick up their older son.). His younger brother got a balloon, and a stuffed animal, for his /good/ behaviour. But how could he even have bad behaviour! He was a baby! He didn’t know the difference! It wasn’t fair to Jimin, he didn’t know that he wasn’t allowed to touch the water, and he didn’t know that if he did it, it meant he wouldn’t be allowed to do anything, at /all/. The last two days of vacation, his mother went with his younger brother to the parks, and Jimin was told to stay in the hotel room with his father. He cried for the entirety of those two days, each time his brother coming back to the room with gifts that he got, or treats. The next year, Jimin had asked if they would go to Disney World again and he promised that he would be really, really good. But he was told, after the “stunt” he pulled last year, that the family would never go again. And they held true to that promise, they never did go again. Even though they never went back to Disney World, Jimin and his family still went on smaller vacations, where he made sure to know and follow every single rule so he wouldn’t be left out of things ever again.
✵ 5-10
Jimin started elementary education at a private school. The night before he had his first day of school, he set out his uniform at the end of his bed, and probably brushed his teeth at least three times before his bed time. He wanted to make the best impression on his classmates so they would want to be his friend. He didn’t go to a daycare or preschool like his parent’s friends' children did, so he wanted to make sure the other kids liked him, since some would probably already know each other. He went to bed on time, woke up on time, brushed his teeth like he was taught, and he ate breakfast before getting dressed, so he wouldn’t accidentally make a mess on his clothes. When he was done, he practically ran up the stairs to his bedroom, and pulled on his uniform, his small hands struggling with the buttons. But he was in school now! He should be able to do it himself! So he struggled, and kept trying, but eventually got them all on, a proud smile on his face for himself. He put on his socks next, then his shoes (he still didn’t know how to tie them so they were velcro shoes), and grabbed his bag, going down the stairs to the kitchen where his parents were still sitting and having coffee.
“Eomma! Appa! I put my clothes on all by myself! I even buttoned it up!.” The young boy stood in the kitchen, his hands on his hips so his arms weren’t in the way of his shirt. So they could see that he in fact did, button up his own shirt and got himself dressed. But his tower of proudness was easily starting to tip, his parents giving him no reaction, the two not even talking with each other, they just, didn’t react to him. Jimin wasn’t going to give up that easily though. He walked over to his mother, his hand grabbing at the bottom of her dress and tugging slightly. He didn’t think he had pulled that hard, but he must have scared her, since she dropped her cup of coffee, the hot liquid splashing out of the cup and onto the boy next to her. It burned Jimin’s skin, and he hadn’t felt anything like it before. He wiped at the wetness on his skin, tears in his eyes as he did. But he was more upset that his outfit was now stained, rather than the fact that he was physically hurt. He was yelled at for ruining her morning coffee and ruining his uniform that cost them money. Before he knew it, he was in the car, in his stained uniform on the way to school. He didn’t make any friends. He smelt like the gross drink that parents would drink in the morning, and his clothes made him look messy, they made him “look like he went to public school”. Jimin wasn’t sure what it meant, but he knew it wasn’t something good. Not with the way his classmates said it.
-
When Jimin turned eight, he got a bike for his birthday. His father started work earlier now, and worked later into the night, so he was expected to take himself to and from school. Jimin could do that, and he wouldn’t stray from the path. He was a good boy, and he was a big boy, he could do it himself. He did have to work himself up to it of course, the first few trips, his hands practically shook with how nervous he was. What if he got lost? Or someone hit him with their car? Or tried to take him? But he rode his bike for over a month, and nothing bad ever happened. It made his confidence in himself grow, and he felt more sure of himself. His hands didn’t shake anymore.
But rainy season soon started, and Jimin found it raining more often than not when he left school for home. He rode his bike as carefully as he could, but one day it was practically pouring out. He couldn’t control the bike when he turned the corner, and it slid out from underneath him. He cut his arm and leg from hitting the pavement, blood staining his clothes and the water that was puddled by him. Jimin had only seen blood a couple times in his life up to this point. Like when his mother cut herself cooking, or when his father was building his new desk and accidentally cut his hand. But it had never been his /own/ blood. The boy had walked home after that, sobs coming out of his mouth as he pushed his bike along with him. He knew he would be in trouble if he just left it. His mother was cooking when he went inside, and he cried for her, his eyes red and swollen as he sat in the foyer of the home. She had come quick, hearing the boy cry, and she had bandaged him up right away. She was gentle with him, more gentle than she had ever been with him before. He couldn’t stop sniffling though as she cleaned him up, and he stopped once she spoke. “Jimin-ah, are you a girl?” He shook his head no, his bottom lip trembling. “Then why are you crying? Boys don’t cry, they aren’t supposed to cry. Only girls cry, so if you want to be a girl, then cry, but if you want to be a boy, a /good/ boy, you won’t cry again, got it?”
Jimin made sure not to cry again after that.
✵ 10-15
Once Jimin got older, there was more expected of him. He had to get straight A’s, and he had chores now. Even though they now had a maid, and someone that cooked for them around dinner time, Jimin was still expected to clean his own dishes, do his own laundry, and clean the bathrooms. His brother Seungmin had chores as well, but when he brought home a test that he got a B on, their parents couldn’t stop telling him how proud they were of him. Jimin had never brought home a grade like that before, and he never wanted to. They told him they expected straight A’s from him, so that’s what he would do. But now that Jimin was a bit older, and he had more expected from him, he was awarded with an allowance. It wasn’t much, considering the allowance his peers got, but it was the only money he had ever had. He was just going to spend it on snacks, or maybe a sketch book, he wasn’t too sure. But when he walked home from school one day, on his 11th birthday, he heard music coming from one of the classrooms. He was nosey of course, peeking through the window of the door to see what was going on. It was a dance class, ballet, and to his surprise, there were other boys in the class. He didn’t know boys could take ballet, but he knew now what he wanted to do for his afterschool program. He didn’t want to join the study group, he was going to join ballet!
He shouldn’t of asked. He was yelled at, asked if he wanted to be a faggot, if he liked boys, if he wanted to be a girl. Only girls took ballet, or people that wanted to be girls. But there were multiple boys that were in there! Surely not all of them wanted to be girls, or liked other boys. Jimin just wanted to dance.
So, he never spent his allowance money, not until he had enough saved anyways. He lied to his parents about joining the study group when he was 12, and instead he joined the afterschool dance program for ballet. He had saved up all of his money to get the nicest pair of shoes, and he was in the program for almost an entire year. But when he was 13, coming home from school, he left his bookbag in the foyer next to his brother’s before starting his chores. He was reading in his room when he was called down to the living room. The room was dark, only a lamp and the fireplace illuminating the large carpeted area. His mom was standing in the corner of the room, and it was hard to see, but she looked, sad? He looked to his dad, the person that called him into the room, and all color left from Jimin’s face when he saw what he was holding in his hand. His mind was racing, and he was speechless. He had no words to say, even when his father asked him what he was holding, and why he had them. “They’re.. my friend’s… she asked me to hold onto them for her because she lost her bag and didn’t want them to get ruined in the rain.” He tried his best to make an excuse, to save himself face and try to save /his/ ballet shoes. But before he could do anything, his father turned and threw them into the fireplace. Jimin screamed no, pushing past his father and dropping to his knees. He was able to still grab one of the ribbons as it was hanging out past the fire, so he could pull it out unscathed. But as he tried to, his father grabbed him by his arm and threw him back, grabbing the shoes and throwing them back in, making sure every part was in the fire. When he was thrown, Jimin hit the side of his head on one of the side tables next to the couch, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and threatening to spill. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater, pushing himself off of the ground and rushing upstairs to his room, closing the door behind him. He laid in his bed, his heart heavy, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t a girl. He wasn’t going to cry.
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Jimin was fifteen, home sick with the flu when his younger brother came home from school, his older brother’s homework in his hands. Because of course even when he was sick, Jimin had to make sure to stay caught up. He couldn’t afford to fall behind his other classmates. He thanked Seungmin, coughing into his arm before taking the papers from him. He sat back down at the island counter in the kitchen, picking up his pencil again. He had already been working on his homework by the time the other had gotten home. He was drinking hot tea as well blowing on it softly so he wouldn’t burn his mouth. The two sat in silence for a while, the only sound being pencils writing and Jimin sipping on tea. His mom came into the kitchen, and Seungmin spoke up, breaking the silence that they had. “Eomma! Jimin-hyung has a boyfriend!” The older brother froze, his eyes stuck to his paper. There was no way his younger brother actually knew that, but, why else would he say it? Jimin looked up at his mother and brother, his eyes meeting his mothers. She spoke to her youngest son, but kept her eyes on her oldest. “What do you mean, Seungmin?”
“Oh, he was asking where Jimin-hyung was today, said that he missed him..”
They didn’t talk about it again until Jimin’s father got home. The night ended with him choked up, talking on the phone to his boyfriend, breaking up with him. Even when he got better from the flu, Jimin didn’t go to school again for another week. He had to wait for the swelling to go down, for the bruises on his skin to fade. His father had always been rough with him when discipling him, but he never actually /hit/ him. At least until that day. He also had never seen his mother cry so much, sobbing over and over how she couldn’t believe she raised a /faggot/ in her own household, how her son could never be her actual son if that’s how he was. Jimin still didn’t cry. He almost did, but he couldn’t let his parents down /again/.
✵ 15-20
It was mid november when Jimin had come home from school. He was sixteen now, bringing home one of his tests. He couldn’t believe himself. He had studied so, so hard. But he got a /B/. The second he handed over the test to his mother, his father was called down from his office. He was screamed at, by both of his parents. They yelled at him about how disappointed they were in him, how the expected more from their own son, and Jimin couldn’t take it anymore.
“But Seungmin can come home with a B? Or a C? He got a C on his last test and you both were congratulating him and saying you were super proud of him! This is my first B /ever/, and you guys are acting like I f***ing dropped out! Seungmin is even able to spend the night at his girlfriend’s house and he’s thirteen! I /have/ to get a 4.0, I’m /not/ allowed to spend anytime doing anything that’s not studying, I HAVE to go to med school, and I’m basically not even allowed to have any friends! It’s not fair!” He screamed at both of his parents, tears threatening to spill.
“Seungmin is going into sports, he HAS to train his body! He does not have enough time to focus as much on studies. He is following his dream profession, and what he is doing has nothing to do with this situation!” When Jimin’s mother had screamed back at him, Jimin finally let his tears fall, he finally cried again after eight years.
“He can but I can’t? I never wanted to go to med school, I never cared about my grades like that until you two berated me about it and made me feel like sh*t if I fell asleep at 6pm instead of studying! I’m sixteen and you made me cut off the only f***ing friend I’ve ever had in my life!” Just as he finished, Jimin felt a sting on his cheek, and he could feel the blood rush to the surface of his skin where he was hit. His father screamed at him, pushed at him to leave his house for the disrespect he had shown them. And Jimin listened. He grabbed the strap of his bookbag and left the house, the front door being slammed almost directly into his back.
Jimin grew up going to a private school, in a rich family. He never had time for any friends, so he had no one he could go to, no one’s couch he could crash on. And even though his confidence at the moment was on the floor, he couldn’t just ask one of his peers if he could stay. He would never hear the end of it. He didn’t really have anywhere to go. He could go to school tomorrow, sneak into the theatre and maybe sleep there, but he couldn’t do anything tonight at least. An hour had passed and he already tried to call his mom or dad, but both immediately were hung up on, going straight to voicemail. He walked to the closest convenience store, grabbing a few things he could eat for the night. He didn’t know how long his parents were going to keep him locked out, or continue to ignore him. Did he deserve it? He had never actually yelled back at them like that before, maybe if he just apologized… The price was 6.34, Jimin took out his credit card that was given to him, swiping it. He watched the screen so he could sign, but a red X popped up on the small screen, saying the car was denied. They cut him off? Her had cash, and he took it out quickly, apologizing for the inconvenience and taking the change. He wouldn’t usually take it, but he only had around $120 in cash on him. And so far, it was looking like he would need it.
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He tried to go back home after two days. His key didn’t fit the lock anymore.
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After four days of him being kicked out, he was in class (he still went for the lunch, and the lockerrooms so he could shower) when he was pulled out, saying his parents had told the school they transferred him somewhere else, and he wasn’t going to that school anymore. Jimin didn’t have anywhere to sleep now.
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After ten days was when he ran out of money, only a few pieces of change left. He had tried so hard to save it the best he could, but he was hungry. He was used to eating three meals a day, he couldn’t just easily switch to only eating one. But he tried. He tried so hard. And now he was at a food truck, asking the cook if there was anyways he could have some, any food really, for free. He was turned down multiple times, and Jimin turned then to asking people for money. A few times, he was offered money, for… services, and Jimin had practically ran away from them. But then two days passed by without him eating, and he couldn’t get any food, or any money. That night, he was offered /fifty/ dollars for him to give this guy a blowjob. He had never done it before, but it was fifty dollars. He could make that last for days. He was going to agree, until he was then offered more.. if he did more. Jimin left the motel that night with $250 in cash. He felt disgusted with himself. He wanted to scream, cry, throw up, but he could eat. He could get his own motel room so he could sleep on a bed. He could survive if he really tried.
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Jimin lived in a motel for longer than he ever thought he would. He had been giving out his services for longer than he ever wanted to. He turned 18 a week ago. He had honestly thought that this was the life for him, that this is the only way he would be able to get by. He couldn’t get a job without having a place of residency, and he couldn’t get an apartment without having any physical proof of income. And the cash he had wasn’t enough proof. He was handed a card when walking to a food truck by the motel, and it had a phone number on it, underneath a business and email. He had no idea what it was for. He flipped it over, an address written on the back. The worst that could come from this, was being murdered. And honestly, with the life he had, he wouldn’t mind taking the risk. And he was insanely curious about it. The business was BigHit music and after the company saw what he looked like, and had him do a trial run of dancing and singing, signed him into a contract so he would debut as a kpop idol. He now had a place to sleep. Even if it wasn’t the biggest, or cleanest, it was something /safe/. He cried when he got his first paycheck, and all he had to do to earn it was stay there, and practice singing and dancing. Something he could only dream of doing. In less than a year, he debuted, and was one of the fastest growing idols. The company he was under paid a legal team an insane amount of money to cover up his past, including his families names, and what he did for a living when he was sixteen and seventeen. By 20, he had his own apartment, in Seoul. He had his own apartment, that he could afford himself, in the biggest city in his home country. He did cry again once he finished moving in, and he cried after every concert for months. For along time he though he was dreaming, or in heaven, but this was actually his real life, and he was finally doing everything he had dreamed of doing.
I just wanna fall in love
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☼ On my account and my dms, I will roleplay romance with ONE person. This person is not preselected, it just goes with how chemistry is going with our characters
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