Bitter Truth [[Jikook]]

1> I'm sick of it!

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      No matter the rank ♍

Third Person's POV

It was a not so peaceful morning inside the Park's lavish mansion, well it was quiet usual for the maids though they felt bad but what can they do? They're just some mere maids working in the household, and talking of what's going on well-

"Park jimin I will not repeat this time, wake up RIGHT NOW" a middle aged man yelled before a loud growl made it's way along with it "Who the fuck are you-" jimin stopped in the middle way before sitting up and leaning his head against the head broad staring at the man with a smirk following his plump lips,

"Oh if it's not the Park jisung himself, I wonder what would you want from me, now" his playful look now replaced with a displeased one, the man stared at him before smiling devilishly "Well my dear son I noticed how your behavior is getting more raged and aggressive so I thought of a sweet trick to change it, as your father I do have rights, right son?" The man smiled victoriously as jimin glare daggers at him before jolting up from the bed.

As the said man named jisung stayed in his position before jimin grabbed his collar pushed him up to his level and smiled sweetly which confused the man, "Oh yes you do have it dear father" jisung gasped for air as he felt the hold on his collar tightening making him out of breath.

'Fuck it this fucker has gotten stronger than before tsk I regret giving him the training fuck'

Jimin left his collar and stared at jisung with blank expression "You better be fast old hag" the man breathed and coughed before looking towards his door "See dear? I told you he is getting out of hand, don't you agree?"

Jimin frowned and looked at the same direction before slightly widening his eyes, there stood his mom wearing a white gown looking at him with glossy eyes and freshly made bruises all over her slightly pale body, "....Mother?"

The woman looked at him and he immediately understood what that meant he quickly rushed to her and hugged her, "Where did that bitch hurt you huh?" He asked quiet the sweet tone which is rare but only reserved for his mom,

The small woman sniffed and jimin scanned her body before clenching his jaw and turning to his father, "I told you to not touch her didn't I?" He spoke calmly before walking towards his father and as he was about to do something further his mother clenched his arm.

"S-son! It's alright I was wrong..I-It'll get better p-please don't hurt him" he looked in his mother's pleading eyes with his now blank face, he harshly freed his arm from his mother.

"Oh c'mon say further say how you love him so much c'mon say it! Fuck you losers for being so blind in that dumb emotion yall named as love and you know what? I'm sick of it!" He blankly stared at his mother before walking in the bathroom and slamming the door,

He frustratedly punched the wall making his knuckles bleed as his mind filled with his father's victorious smile as he knew very well he lost again.