For You (Yoonmin) (TRIGGER WARNING)

Chapter 2

"Eomma, eomma, wake up, wake up!"

Little Jimin was now 4 years old, ready to start his very first day of school. He had woken up earlier than normal, and had put on the clothes his mother picked out for him. Now, he was jumping up and down on his mother's bed, waking her so she could take him to school.

"I'm awake, honey, I'm up." She laughed and sat up in bed, grabbing her ecstatic son. "Calm down, Jiminie. The world isn't gonna end."

"But it WILL if I don't go to school!"

"Yah, the world will NOT end." His mother kissed his forehead. "Now go downstairs, I'll come make you breakfast in a moment."

Jimin gasped. "Yes, eomma~!"

She watched as he jumped off the bed and scampered out the door. She could hear his little feet pitter-patter down the stairs and run into the tiled kitchen. "Aish, that boy." She laughed and got herself up, slipping on a new pair of yoga pants and a long sleeved shirt. After leaving her bedroom, she went down the stairs and met her son at the kitchen table.

"What does my little angel want for breakfast today?" She asked with a bright and happy smile.

"Hmm....pancakes!" The boy sang out.

"Pancakes it is!"

Jimin stayed at the table, quietly watching his mother make the food. He sat and wondered about how his day would go.

But then, he remembered the weird thing on his arm.

He rolled up his right sleeve, staring at the black mark on his arm. Love. That word in Korean. Hangul. Why was it there? What did it mean? Was he born with it? All these questions flooded into the young boy's mind. His mother always dismissed his questions about the mark by saying she will explain it when he's older. But he just couldn't wait!

"Eomma?"

"Yes, Jimin?"

"Now can you tell me what this is?"

"You mean your tattoo?"

Oh yeah, that's what it was called.

"Yeah, that."

"I've told you before, honey, it's best to find out when you get a little older."

"Will they tell us about it in school?"

His mother plopped a small pancake on a plate, turning around and setting it in front of her son. "No, I don't think so. Eat your breakfast, please."

Jimin pouted and put butter and syrup on his food, eating and finishing quickly. "Okay, I'm done, let's GO!"

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"Jimin, please open your door."

No response.

"Jiminie, come on."

Jimin's mother had last to pick her son up from school, but he said nothing. Nothing at all. No hello, no I love you, not even a smile. The entire care ride, he was silent as he stared out the window with a blank expression. As soon as they got home, Jimin ran up to his room and locked himself in. His mother had been tying to get him out for over 10 minutes.

"Honey, please come out and talk to me." She pleaded. "What happened?"

Suddenly, there was a light click, and the door swung open quickly. Jimin leapt into his mother's arms, crying out as though he had been hit. He sobbed into her shirt.

"No, no, no, baby, what happened?!" She panicked and held his head with one arm, running her hand through his hair continuously. With her other hand, she rubbed his back calmingly.

"I-I h-hate school!"

"Jimin, sweetheart, you gotta tell eomma what happened, okay? Just calm down a bit first."

The boy took many deep breaths, more tears streaming down his cheeks. He managed to get his breathing patterns back to normal.

"N-No one likes me." He finally said.

"What? Don't say that, sweetness."

"B-But it's true! Th-They all laughed at me and m-made fun of me."

"Now why would they do that?"

"I-I tripped and fell..."

"Is that all?"

"N-No."

"Then please continue so I know what happened."

"They s-said I had a high voice. Th-That I still talk like a baby. P-Picked on me for being so sh-short." At that point, he had begun to sob again.

"Yah, yah, don't cry." She shushed him, kissing his head. "You don't need to worry about them picking on you. You're your own person, Jimin. You be you, don't try to be any different. Ignore what they say about you, and if they continue, or it gets worse, let eomma deal with it. Alright?"

He sniffed. "A-Alright."

"Good. Now, how about dinner and a movie?"

At this, Jimin lifted his head, eyes wide. "Movie night?!"

"Movie night." She smiled.

"Yay!" The small boy jumped from his mother's arms and ran downstairs.

A few hours later, they had ate dinner, two bowls of popcorn, and watched two movies. Jimin had fallen asleep on the couch during the second movie.

His mother picked him up, carrying him to his room and laying him in his bed, carefully pulling the blankets over his delicate body.

"Don't worry, Jimin. You'll find someone to love you soon."

She smiled at the tattoo on his arm.

"Very soon."