I'm not good enough (Jimin-centric

•~Chapter 4•~

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Jungkook woke up to the sun shining on his face. He groaned as he rolled over onto his side. He was faced with a naked girl.

Her eyes fluttered open and she smirked. "Last night was amazing." She bit her lip as she was checking Jungkook out.

"Yeah." Jungkook groaned and tried getting up.

"Stay with me." She pouted which Jungkook just cringed at.

"I can't." He said and grabbed his shirt and putting it on.

"You need to leave." Jungkook said coldly.

"B-But I thought you loved me!" She said.

Jungkook chuckled. "Me? Love you? Hilarious. Now get the fuck out." He growled.

She glared at Jungkook before getting up to put on her clothes.

"No. Get out right now." Jungkook said coldly.

"But I need to put my clothes on!" She yelled.

Jungkook gave her the death glare which made her gulp and leave, huffing and stomping out. She was also covering herself with her arms.

Jungkook sighed. "Fucking whore." He breathed out.

He stretched before putting his pants on and ruffling his hair.

He opened the door and was greeted by the members in the kitchen.

"So how was she?" Yoongi smirked.

"So fucking whiny. Damn she wouldn't shut up." Jungkook groaned. They all laughed at his comment.

"I need to let out some steam." Jungkook sighed.

Taehyung snickered. "Let it out on Jimin." He said, stuffing a piece of his pancaken in his mouth.

"That fat bitch? Ugh I feel disgusted just thinking about him." Jungkook said. Everyone agreed and laughed with him.

"He shouldn't eat so much." Hoseok laughed.

"I can't wait until I beat the shit out of him." Jungkook smirked, eating his pancake.

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Jimin heard his alarm clock beep and opened his eyes. He sighed and rubbed them, putting on his broken glasses. They broke when he fell down yesterday due to exhaustion.

Jimin hissed in pain as he tried getting up. Everything hurt badly.
He couldn't even get up. He forced himself to get up or else his mom would.

Jimin limped to the bathroom, hissing in pain. He looked in the mirror and was disgusted.

He started applying some foundation to hide the hideous bruises on his cheek and forehead. He lightly dabbed it on, trying not to hurt himself.

At the end it looked pretty decent. It looked as if he wasn't being abused at home or at school.

Jimin limped to his room and put on a simple outfit. He put on some black jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt. I mean, why dress well when everyone hates you? In the end, dressing well never did anything. They all just cared about looks.

Because no matter what he wears, he was still 'ugly.' And no one would want to approach him.

Jimin grabbed his backpack and limped downstairs. He saw his mom drinking a beer, sitting in the dining room.