SAVED -Jimin&Bts-

The great escape

Jimin's POV

"YOU ARE A FUCKING SLUT AND YOU KNOW IT"

he screamed at me grabbing my bleached blonde hair and dragging me
To the ground- the breath was knocked out of me. My father, a tall man compared to me made me sit up, hands still gripped on my hair. He pulled my head back to make me look at him... his eyes seemed to burn as if on fire and it always frightened me.

"what do you have to say for yourself slut"

he growled, and gripped my hair tighter as if he wasn't holding it tight enough.

"I-I'm not a slut..."

I tried my hardest not to cry and I closed my eyes tight. Apparently that was a mistake because I suddenly felt my whole head crashing forward to the ground, my face smashing into the cold tile floor.

"You're too much like your mother!"

He snapped and I looked up wincing at even the word mother. I had to keep it a secret for 2 years going on 3 now that my father had murdered my mother. He had poisoned her with something I was unfamiliar with, but it killed her slowly. She knew and I knew what was happening but we both could not do anything about it. I tried my best to make her possibly get better, but when failing it was my fault she died even though he was the one who did the crime.. It was my fault I looked like her, had her height, had her eyes, her soft voice..

"ANSWER ME!"

He yelled and I realized I was drifting off into a state of daydream... I looked down to see the small puddle of blood from my nosebleed and busted lip and I looked back at him too scared to ask what he was even asking me. I was frozen. What could I do... Jimin you have to get out before he killed you as well....

Then it clicked... my father couldn't run, he was slow and smoked and drank. He would keel over if I managed to get out the front door from him.. I glanced to my left seeing a glass vase...and to my surprise and Using my quick reflexes, I smashed it on the side of the head. He quickly fell to the floor and that was my chance to get up. I sped out the door as fast as I could and I didn't look back. It was too dangerous to look back now, and I sped down the steps and into the streets quickly jumping onto the a bus, the driver apparently too freaked out by all the blood to have me pay.

I was dropped off at the hospital, the bus driver seemed worried and out of kindness decided I needed medical attention. I declined his offer but got off the bus and wiped my nose on my shirt. My nose wasn't broken at least, it was straight and didn't hurt. I did have a massive headache though.. I walked in the back of the hospital into an alley and I sat on top of a wooden crate that had first aid supply Written in red print. I was exhausted and it was getting dark.. When the street lamps began to turn on I got a bit more scared.. shadows seemed to lurk past corners and I worried out off all of the people walking past on the street which one would be my father coming to find me, and kill me...

My headache slowly faded away and I grew tired.. I leaned back against the wall still sitting on the crate and dozed off... when I woke up I luckily was in the same place I saw last, the summer air gusted through the alley and the sun was almost high in the sky. It was late morning. I got up and stretched, and my stomach ached terribly. Even though my home was terrible, there was always food I ate. I didn't get in trouble for eating, or drinking whatever I wanted.. just everything else was hell.

Where could I find food though ? I looked out seeing the tall skyline of Seoul. It was beautiful like always.. my father and I moved here from
Busan right after my mother died and it was difficult, but I'd rather be here than Busan, which held too many memories. I looked down and sighed before making my way out. I walked down the street and quietly and politely asked adults for cash they could spare for me and to get me a bus ride and a portion of food. In my experience trying this, mostly tourists who could speak moderately good korean were more willing to give spare change to a blood stained and skinny boy asking for money for food and a bus ride. Some locals seemed worried, but I didn't care if they were rude or not, as long as I got something. I made my way to a bus stop with enough to last me three days if there was one meal a day.

My bus ride I this time paid for. Took me all the way into the downtown of Seoul. The place seemed huge as I walked down the streets and eventually found a cheap place for a quick small dinner. The lady who owned the store asked me if I was worn and unfortunately lying to her telling her my families apartment was not far, but she didn't seem to believe me.

I avoided that restaurant then, and I wandered around. I could almost feel myself getting thinner. Again I'm not used to not getting less than 3 meals... it was a disgrace apparently to become a beggar, but what else was I supposed to do... I looked down in my pockets. I didn't have enough for another meal now...

"Move out of the way kid !!" Someone yelled and I jumped looking up seeing a kid with orange hair on a bike look scared. He quickly curved and ran into a light pole falling off his bike onto the sidewalk.

I froze- what was he gonna do? Was he going to hurt me

"I-I-I'm Sorry - I should of moved out...." I looked at the kid get up. He was very tall to me..

"Are you ok ??" He asked and I frowned. He was the one who fell- I only felt wind rush past me..

"Uh....yea ?"

"Ok ! Good !" He smiles, having a round heart shaped smile and his eyes made crescents.

I nodded and he then got a good look at me.

"Oh my god , your shirt is blood stained! Are you sure you're ok??" He picked his bike up "did you eat lunch ? I can get you lunch ?"

I felt as if I should of refused, but I was so hungry I nodded quickly and he nods parking his bike and fished out of his bag giving me a long sleeved shirt.

"Here change out of the stained shirt over here."

We moved into an alley and I was cautious to take my shirt off I was cut up and bruised like someone threw an apple down some stairs.

"Can you.....t-turn a way..." of course I had to stutter...

"Oh!.. alright whatever you want" he quickly turned around and I changed into his his overwhelmingly large shirt.

"Come inside this restaurant with me, I'll get you lunch ok?"

I nodded meekly and he gave a smile. We both got seated inside and he put his hand out, and I shook it.

"I'm Hobi."

"Hobi?"

"Well it's Hoseok, but my friends call me J hope or Hobi"

This guy was super nice. Wow.. nicest person I've actually ever met. I cracked a smile.

"How did you get a bruised face uh...."

"I'm Jimin .."

"Jimin! Ah , ok, who bruised your face?"

I tensed up and I averted my eyes down as Hobi ate some food.

"I got in a fight with a bully - that's all..."

"Oh, well Jimin , bullies suck don't they."

I nodded, knowing what it was like and I ate my food quickly..

"So you're just wandering the streets by yourself ? How old are you ?"

"18.... turning 19.."

Hobi nodded and he frowns "how far are you from home, I could walk you home"

"NO-......No.." my heart felt like it stopped and we got many dirty looks from individuals and Hobi looked suspicious

"Guess you don't like to go home Jimin ?"

"I don't want to talk about home....I- sorry"

Hobi suddenly looked sympathetic and he nods.

"I understand that you're struggling.. when we are done I'll give you money to go off of. I'm sure your mother wants you to come home soon even if it's bad."

That was it. Man people really tick me off. My eyes welled up and I stood up quickly running out the back exit. Hobi did not run after me.