Can I Be Saved From Myself | BTSxJIMIN

Introduction

Jimin's POV

Hello, my name is Park Jimin, and my life feels like an endless nightmare.

At the age of 16, my mom abandoned me, leaving me with my abusive father. He lost his job and turned to alcohol, taking my money to fuel his addiction. I was forced to find work at a store called Big 5, where I'm scheduled Monday through Thursday. On top of that, I still have to endure the challenges of school.

I attend BangTan High, where, despite the hardships, I manage to maintain good grades. However, the one thing that makes my life even more difficult is BTS.

BTS is a group with six members, and I know each of their names:

Kim Namjoon, also known as RM.

SeokJin, who goes by Jin.

Hoseok, nicknamed J-Hope.

Min Yoongi, who is also Agust D or Suga.

Kim Taehyung, known as V.

Jeon Jungkook, often called Jungkook or Kookie.

I became their target because I accidentally bumped into Min Yoongi one day and didn't apologize. Since I'm not particularly talkative in school, he informed the rest of BTS, except for Jin, who remains unaware. Consequently, the other members relentlessly bully me every day. Everyone who witnesses these incidents either ignores them or laughs along. The teachers, aware that BTS holds power within the school, turn a blind eye. BTS seems determined to make my life a living hell.

I vividly remember the day everything changed, the day my school life descended into darkness.

Flashback

I was walking to the bathroom, not paying much attention to my surroundings. Accidentally, I bumped into a furious Min Yoongi, and he snapped at me, "Watch where you're going, bitch!" I chose to ignore him, getting up and continuing on my way.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, yanking me towards him and slamming me against the wall. His hands closed around my neck, and he demanded, "Apologize, you stupid bitch!" I remained silent, refusing to give in. In response, he released his grip on my neck and struck my face with a punch. I groaned in pain as he pushed me to the floor, relentlessly raining down blows. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and tears streamed down my face.

Finally, he ceased the assault, gripping a handful of my hair as he whispered menacingly, "You messed up, bitch. We're going to make your life a living hell!" With that, he left me bleeding on the floor, as I struggled to regain consciousness.

Time Skip

When I woke up, I found myself on a bed. Looking around, I noticed a woman approaching me. She introduced herself as Nurse Ms. Momo and inquired about how I was feeling. Though I responded with "Fine," I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up here. Ms. Momo explained that another student had found me and brought me to the nurse's office, where she treated my injuries.

I expressed my gratitude and slowly got out of bed, wincing in pain. Sensing my intention to return to class, Ms. Momo informed me that she had called my dad to pick me up, and he was on his way. Panic surged within me. "Why? Damn it," I thought to myself, forcing a fake smile as I thanked her.

Jimin's Thoughts

"Jimin, you worthless, fat piece of trash. You messed up big time."

Shut up! Just leave me alone!

"But, Jimin, I'll never leave. You'll always hear me."

"I don't care. Leave me the hell alone!"

Ms. Momo interrupted my inner turmoil, informing me that my dad was waiting for me outside the school. She had someone bring my belongings as well. I thanked her once again, grabbed my things, and headed toward the school's entrance. There, I spotted my despicable father sitting in his car.

Feeling uneasy, I quickly entered the car, noticing his unsettling silence. I knew it meant trouble, and I was certain I would face his wrath when we arrived home.

Time Skip

As he pulled into the driveway, I hurriedly exited the car and ran towards the front door. Fumbling with my keys, I heard him lock his car before the door burst open. He began chasing after me, yelling, "Where the hell do you think you're going, you worthless piece of trash?!"

In his pursuit, he grabbed my ankle, causing me to fall. He proceeded to drag me downstairs, pinning me to the floor. Hovering above me, he screamed in my face, accusing me of always causing trouble. A merciless slap landed on my cheek, and I groaned in pain. He stepped away momentarily, unbuckling his belt from his pants, a cruel intent in his eyes. With the belt in hand, he declared, "You will learn not to be a burden!" and advanced toward me, as I desperately tried to retreat.

The belt came down repeatedly, inflicting agonizing pain. Each strike echoed in my screams, tears streaming down my face. "Please, stop!" I sobbed, but he eventually ceased, yelling, "Get out of my sight, you fucking piece of trash! You shouldn't have been born. I should have gotten rid of you!" His words filled me with despair.

Slowly, I rose from the floor, bleeding, bruised, and broken, and began limping upstairs. My legs and arms dripped with blood, and weakness enveloped me. Finally, I reached my room, stepping inside before collapsing onto the floor.

End of Flashback

That day was one of the most horrifying experiences, yet my life continued to present even greater challenges. My existence feels plagued by something that can't be shaken off—a disease that spreads and consumes. Depression engulfs me, making me feel worthless, unloved, and alone. Darkness, self-hatred, and self-harm have become constant companions. No matter how hard I try, I can't escape them. I resort to cutting myself as a means to release the pain and make everything go away.

My eating disorder weakens me, causing headaches whenever I attempt to eat. Often, I simply throw food away or stare at it, unable to consume it. Instead, I rely on drinking plenty of water and consuming small items like raisins.

Will my life ever improve? I don't know. Perhaps I'm better off dead, as my life may only spiral further into despair.

Can I be saved from myself and my shattered life?