Kim SeokJin

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WARNING: VIOLENCE and ABUSE

(d/h/c) - different hair colour (not your real one - dyed your hair)

(d/h/l) - different hair length (not your real one)

(d/e/c) - different eye colour (not your real one)

(d/n) - different name (not your real one)

(h/l) - actual hair length (real hair length)

(h/c) - actual hair colour

(e/c) - actual eye colour

The night seemed silent tonight. No disturbance in the air nor the daily usual shrill of screams breaking the silence. 13 years of age, any sane person would be worried about such a young child walking around a dangerous street alone at night. But that didn't bother you. You continued to walk on along the pathway, hoodie up and hands in your hoodie pockets. The chilly wind blows your (h/l) (h/c) hair around, dull (e/c) eyes cautious of your surroundings. Not bothered with the blood seeping from your nose or the constant bruises and deep gashes rubbing against your clothes, you ready yourselves for another night in horror. Standing in front of your front doorway, you wince at the sound of a thrown beer bottle, shattering against the wall near the window. Waiting for some time, you slowly open the door, begging for the door to not make a sound. But no luck - not like you had any in the first place - and the door creaks and you stop short, knowing that your 'guardian' heard the noise. You quickly enter, running towards the safety of your bedroom. You were about to reach the stairs when a painful, almost hair splitting yank, pulled you back onto the floor. Tears immediately spring at the corners of your eyes, hands gripping your hair being yanked back even more.

"You little shit. Where do you think you're going?" alcohol filled breath growls in your ears, the smell of alcohol almost choking you.

"I-I did what you told me to." you whisper out, cursing yourself for forgetting to say sir.

"You disrespectful child!" your father throws you away from him and you fall onto your side, wincing from the pain of the shattered glass shards piercing your skin. "You didn't cause trouble for me did you!?" you shake your head, whisper out a 'no sir'. You yelp from the sudden impact of glass bottle against the kitchen sink. You look up, your father snarling at you with disbelief. "They should've just beaten you to a pulp instead of me! You better have not gone against me!" you shake your head, cursing yourself for not wiping the blood from your beaten body. Your father aims the shattered glass bottle at your throat and you move back to end up on a wall. Your father started to kick you, you crumbling into a ball from all the pain. Tears stream down as you take hit after hit. "I think it's time to be rid of you." Your father spits at you, aiming the bottle at your throat again. Eyes wide and glazed over with tears, you shake your head, pleading to your father. You look around, not knowing what to do, just shattered glass around you. On instinct, you grab a large shard, cutting your hand deeply and plunging it into your father's neck as he swings the bottle. The bottle nicks your neck only a little as your father stumbles back from the impact.

Blood trickles out of his mouth as his shaky hands reach for the wound. You quickly stand up and walk away, shaking from the realisation that you might go to jail for stabbing your father. You back away afraid, dropping the broken glass shard. You turn your back crying, about to run upstairs to pack your bag when your father stabs you on the back but not deep enough from lack of strength. He falls to the floor, dying. Your mind in a whirlwind of thoughts, you mindlessly grab a bucket of water and flood the floor of the crime scene, washing away any evidence that would lead back to you along with washing your hands. Running upstairs, you quickly pack your belongings and run away. Away from the sickening life you had lived. The dark life that all started when you were unexpectedly born, your mother dieing when giving birth to you. Your whole body writhed in pain as you ran, the cold seeping into your wounds, the gashes opening more, the blood seeping into your clothes. You pant heavily, your breath fogging in front of you. Your mind silences and your vision swirls. Your body feels like heavy lead and you drop your pack, unable to hold the weight anymore. Darkness consumes your body as you pass out into the night.

Music blasting through your headphones, you barge through the school doors. No one pays attention to you and you're glad as you walk down the hallway. Your (d/h/l) (d/h/c) sway behind you, the cluster of people walking around you as if you never existed. That was the perks of being the quiet girl in school and you quite enjoyed it. Being able to leave the classroom whenever you wanted to without being detected, the ability to be sly when stealing or just being plainly invisible to mostly everyone around you. You knew everyone in your class and vviceversa, but no one bothered to acknowledge your existence. Not like you cared. As you walked, you didn't notice the famously known Bangtan Sonyeondan or BTS come your way. Jin, the oldest of the group was walking your way, his friends following close behind, too engrossed in their own conversations. You knew about BTS, the famous boy group that had every girl swooning over one and every member. They were famously known for being the only best hip-hop group in the school, winning national and international competitions. As follows in age was Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and Jin. You didn't care about them as they all were so up themselves.

Jin noticed you walking down his path, instantly smirking. He had seen you around the school, most of the time skipping class or school altogether. He admired your stealth but also picked on the fact you were always alone. When he first saw you at school, he was intrigued, seeing you in your hoodie and trackies, face completely obscured, even on the hottest day of summer. He knew you had secrets hidden and he wanted to know what they were. He had never seen you before, your hair jaggedly cut but expertly dyed (d/h/c) to make it look like it was your natural hair colour, your contacts completely obscuring your real eyes with (d/e/c) contacts and the fact that you were always covered up from head to toe. He always had wondered why you never looked anyone in the eye while talking but was able to sass them otherwise. Not only was Jin a dancer, but he was intelligent when considering technology and security details. Jin tried to research about you, coming up empty. He knew from there, that you weren't who you sought yourself to be, this intriguing him more than before. He always observed how you always kept to yourself, disappear during the lunch breaks and seemed to hold no emotion. He never saw you out of school, not even around the malls and observed how you walked home to school and after, no guardian coming to pick you up from school or dropping you off in the morning. He hasn't followed you around, this being his plan for today as he finds more about you.

Jin was about to bump your shoulder harshly, in any attempts to make you fall over but you dodge the attack, almost as if expecting it. Jin was about to retaliate back at you but you cut him off, Jin smirking at the endless sass that was aimed at him.

"Watch where you're going." you say to Jin behind you as he was about to open his mouth. "Was what you're going to say. Now before you spill out nonsense, I advise you to just walk away." you say, walking away shocking Jin slightly and also making him a little furious. The need to know everything about you also included the little things like the ways that would make you tick, his mission to annoy you as much as possible without getting either of you in trouble. You groan out loud, rolling your eyes when you feel an arm sling around your shoulders. Tensing up slightly, you feel Jin's voice echo in your ear.

"And what nonsense would I have spilt. Please enlighten me oh wise one." You shrug off Jin's arm, your heart hammering in your chest, memories fleeting across your eyes and warnings going off in your head from the physical contact. You shake your head and start to walk off, turning back around slightly to face Jin. Jin's face falls, noticing the fear in your eyes and how you started getting shaky from the physical touch. He has never seen this emotion anywhere near you, guilt welling up in his heart. Furrowing his brows at your retreating form, he swears to himself to find out who really you are.

Walking down a pathway, you just watch the scenery around you, breathing in the cold crisp air. School had just ended and you were heading to work like you do every day. You would've have slipped away in a crowd if someone was following you but you never had that problem, the other students to eager to get home to bother about you. Except for today. What you did notice was a certain dark brown haired man following behind you. You scoff as you hear his heavy footsteps a few meters away from you. Jin wasn't being very silent as he followed you to work. He wondered what you were doing until he saw you enter the quaint little cafe. Jin waited for a little while as you went to change into your uniform. Jin then entered, acting as if he was a customer and sitting down at one of the tables. You came out, wearing quite loose clothing and an apron over your jeans and a long sleeved black shirt. Your hair was out but was pulled back by a headband. He watched as you worked, head in his hands, admiring your concentration and dedication. Jin notices the fake smile on your lips as you greeted the customers, sighing as he knows little to nothing about you.

The last customer had left but Jin was still sitting down at the table he sat in for hours. You roll your eyes at him, heading to the back rooms to change. You come back out in your hoodie, trackies and your school bag on your back. You pull your hoodie over your head, the money safe in your pockets. You look over at and see Jin standing up and walking up to you smirking.

"Never knew you worked." he grins out, bending down to your height. You step to the side and walk forward, ready to close up the store for the day. Jin follows and sticks by your side as you lock the door.

"What do you want?" your monotoned voice echoes out, Jin jumping from the suddenness.

"I wanted to hang out." you turn around, pocketing the keys and facing a smiling Jin.

"By stalking me and following me around. Wow." you turn away, heading to a nearby store. Jin instantly runs up to you, walking by your side.

"I wasn't very quiet was I?"

"Go away. Now." You glare at Jin, knowing that he was trying to find out about you. You keep walking but Jin was going nowhere.

"How about. No." Jin looks down and notices a huge and dark scar on your the palm of your hand. He glances up at you before facing the scar. What happened for her to get that? You both enter the grocery store, you doing the shopping as Jin continues to follow you. You were almost done, needing to get one last item that was on the top shelf. You were about to get it when Jin's hand touches yours, him also getting the item. You quickly retract your hand as if it was burning, holding it against your chest. Your breath gets heavy and you glance at Jin reaching out to you. "Hey, are you ok?"

"Get away from!" you scream at Jin, flinching away from him. You quickly head to the registration desk, the groceries checked out and packed in your bag.

"(d/n), please, I'm sorry."

"Just go home already!" you shout over your shoulder, finally turning around to face Jin.

"Please, I'm really-"

"Stop. I know what you're trying to do. Don't go trying to find things about me. You will regret it if you do." Jin stands there, confused and worried about you. His eyes follow your retreating figure as you walked away into the night.