Hey my lovelies, I missed you sooooo 
much. I believe that you too miss me 😗

Don't forget to give your love to Ms_starsky Because guys.... You know she is a lifesaver. She is really someone who is there for me😘

*All the pictures credits goes to the owner*

So, let's get it. 

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Flashback~

Why is he feeling so hot? Is he not in his home? Is he not sleeping on his own bed? Are the windows closed? Or is the AC damaged? Why is he sweating profusely? Does he have a fever? If he has a fever then, where's his mother?

Is she not here? Is she not taking care of him? Where is she now? Is she tired of him too? Is she also hating him now as his father does?

No! No!

She is the only hope. She is the only sunlight. She is the only one who loved him. Nobody ever does. Nobody expects his mother.

But where is his mother? Is he not somewhere near his mom?

He is scared now.

His mom is not near him...

What will he do now?

Father will do something now? Father will definitely hurt him like he always does when mom is not with him. Will, he hit him? What if he uses his belt today? What if he uses the new baseball bat he brought last night?

No..this can't be happening...

He is scared, scared of being away from his mother. Scared of not being loved. Who will love him now? Who will be there for him? But mother said she will always be there for him? Then why?

Is this a dream?

Why is everything so black? Why is he feeling so icky? Everything is so sticky. He is confused. He can not feel his hands and legs, they are numbed. Not moving at all.

He is not getting fresh air, everything is hot here. Everything is burning.

So hot.

Why is his body is not moving? Is it because of sleeping or something?

Many questions are running in his mind, but the main question is, where is he? He slowly started opening his eyes, they are also burning. He hissed as he closed his eyes tightly to relax them. Doing the action same again he saw he is not in his bed.

A wooden surface was half a meter away from his face. A yellow light is coming from behind his head. His eyebrows frowned in horror when he finds himself in a box.

A wooden box.

Anxiety bubbling inside his body as he gulped harshly to swallow the hardness present in his throat.

He was not here when he slept. He was on his bed. How did he get here? He sensed that the box is moving. Where is he? Where is he going? Who is taking him?

His eyebrows frowned as he catches some different noise of laughing from outside the box.

There are people out there!??

What!?

He needs to do something. Yes. He has to tell them that he is inside here. He has to. He needs to get out of here.

He raised his hand to bang the wooden surface to make some noise but a screech left his mouth when his whole body pains out. It is hurting like hell. His breathings are now uneven.

Why his body is paining so much? What happened?

'What will I do now?'He said in his mind as his eyes filled with tears, because of the fear. The confusion and fear of being away from his mother are ruining his mind. He is so terrified.

He moved his legs but the pain strikes again with an even more larger amount. He doesn't know what to do now? How will he get out of here?

How did he get here?

Is he kidnapped??

IS HE KIDNAPPED!!!!??

This thought make him breathe abnormally. He starts panicking. Everything is irregular. He feels like everything is going wrong. What did he do to deserve this?

His mother must be looking for him? What will she do when she finds out that her son is not at home? She will cry and he won't be there to wipe her tears.

Oh lord!

His mother...

He started crying his heart out. He is so frightened. Will he ever be able to see his mother? Will she be okay? What if he never get to see his mother.

"W-What will h-happen then...?" He thinks about those negative consequences and this is making him more afraid. Loud cries are turning into hiccups and the energy that presents in his body was now leaving little by little.

His pretty face was now turning pale due to the less amount of oxygen present in the box and those plump red full lips are now chapped. They are craving for water, but he could not able to get a single drop of it.

Slowly all his thoughts are washing from his mind, his body is betraying him and sleep is covering his body quickly as someone gave him kind of meds. Eyes are so heavy that he can't able to open them.

Black clouds of questions and fear are now cleared as he goes into the deep slumber.

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He is free.

His senses are telling him that he is free now. Free from that box, the icky wooden box.

The fresh wind is kissing his face making him smile, he is free now. The new air is now entering in his nostrils making him feel relaxed. The odor of woods and gasoline is clearly in the enviornment.

The raw air is so chilly, making him shiver in coldness. He is not sweating and he is thankful for that. Thankful that he is not feeling hot anymore.

Thankful that it's all a dream.

Thankful that he will be now with his mom...

Thankful that he is released.

He is free.

But then he sensed that his body is in motion. His eyebrows frowned at the moment. All the attention of his is here now.

On his body.

Where is he going?

As he concentrates on that feeling of being in motion, he noticed that someone is grabbing him, more like grasping his body.

Two hands are grabbing his both legs and like that two other hands are grabbing his hands. He is in the air.

His body is clearly not on his bed.

Where is he then?

His body aggressively fell down when someone throws his body on the ground. His eyes snapped open as he cried in immense pain. His back is throbbing. His body curled into a smol ball.

After blinking rapidly to make his vision clear, he looks up to see the location where is he now.

First, he saw that it's nighttime. The stars are twinkling in the sky and the moon is clearly evident in the darkness. The night is beautiful yet so ruinous. So destructive.

He is distinctly not in his house.

It's confirmed.

No matter where he looks, everything is covered by long dense trees which are making the whole surrounding more scary and creepy.

He slowly started to sit up but there's no energy left in his body. He is unable to get up.

After trying for minutes he gave up and started crying. He could not able to move his body. He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know why is he here?

It means that was not a dream. It's reality.

It's the full-on reality that he is nowhere , far away from his home. This is not what he wants. He wants to be with his mother. He wants to be with her because she takes care of her baby, her son.

Footsteps are coming to his side. He looked in the direction seeing a big old shady bungalow.

Seems like it was empty, no one is living here for god knows how long. Walls are like gray in color and the moonlight is making this more chillin'. There's no light anywhere present near the house.

A shiver ran down in his spine and his breathe was on halt when he saw some people are carrying bodies and going straight to the bungalow without any light present near them. His eyes widen in horror as he again saw the people are now looking at him as if it's his turn.

No! No!

No matter how he wanted to move his body it's not moving at all now, surprisingly. The people are very much near him. And here he is struggling and giving some type of command to his body to move.

Nothing happened.

He yelped in fear, his eyes moisten again when the people pull his body upward like a sack and started to move by making their way to the bungalow.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout that it's scary.

But nothing comes out.

Except for the river of tears that are spilling from his eyes wetting his ears and hairs.

Now he feels like they are crossing stairs, he is going downward. Deeper and deeper into the hell. Near to his death. Near to the vast darkness which is consuming him completely.

He closed his eyes tightly, this is the end. Now they will hurt him or shoot him. Or maybe they do something which he never expects in his wildest dream.

He has no idea.

He will miss her…..

His mom. His mom who loves him like everything. His mom who takes care of him when he is sick. His mother is a great person. He will definitely miss her. A mom who knows that her boy is worth it. More worth that his father, who always beat him to pulp. He is worth it because he is he. He is Jimin.

Suddenly they stopped after some minutes.

Is something happening?

He opened his puffy eyes slowly. He closed his eyes tightly to clear out the excess tears present in his crescent moon eyes. Again, he opens them.

There's are lights inside this!!!??

His eyes shot open at the sight of a gigantic black steel gate. The gate was clearly visible due to the good amount of lights that are present there.

He saw the man who is grabbing one of his legs is saying something in the mic hanging near the wall beside the gate.

After some good seconds, the gate opens and this is connected to a long hallway. He closed his eyes firmly, the brightness is extreme for his eyes.

Then they started walking again making Jimin's body to be in motion once more. They are now walking with heavy steps.

Jimin opened his eyes, his nose scrunched in disgust. The smell of medicines is strong, powerful to the point that he is feeling light-headed. He feels like fainting at the stop. That's too much.

The hallway is much more longer than it seems, and these walls are not going to stop at any moment. No rooms are there, nothing. Only the white walls.

What is this place?

Did he really just come here from that shady and scary-looking bungalow!?

What!!?

Is he still dreaming!?

Is this all a dream??

"Please be a dream, this is so scary... It's too much." He thought and pray for this to be a dream but then he shrieked back when he looked at the following rooms which are now visible after that long walk.

There are bodies in the rooms.

The hallway contains hundreds of rooms. He is now passing through all the rooms...and all those rooms contain bodies.

What they gonna do with the bodies...?

'Are they doing something illegal, because it's not looking like a hospital.. no doctor treat their patients like this.' His mind was a mess. Many negative thoughts are running all throughout his mind.

What is this place!!?

Why is he here, in this type of place!??

He doesn't want to be here anymore. All these moments are scaring him.

New tears are now forming in his eyes, blurring everything which is near him.

After walking for some minutes which feels like hours for Jimin, they stopped somewhere near a big hall which is open from the roof. The hall contains a large number of lights.

Jimin sniffled softly, not making any noise due to how scared he is. He doesn't know what to do. He is so frightened.

The hall is so cold. So chilling. Maybe because they are in nature. The sky is dark only stars are twinkling like before. Moon is completely covered with some dark black clouds.

They make him lay down on one of the stretchers in the hall which is totally blue in color, plastic was clearly evident which means the stretcher is totally new. He doesn't know why is he thinking about the stretcher.

But stretcher is what he see always in a month, all thanks to his father.

A father who always wants his son to be a dominant person not like a pussy he is, his father wants him to be a commanding, controlling, and supreme person.

From his father's perspective, he needs to be someone who can rule the world, he wants him to be the person who can take over their company. Someone who can make him proud.

Which Jimin can't, that's what he thought. His father.

Jimin knows that his father hates him so much. But all he wants is his father's love which he's unable to get.

Unable to get those moments when he wants his father to come to his class meetings to see how much he is improved and those good marks he got, to praise him for being a good baby boy.

Unable to get those beautiful moments of his life when he was first in the dance competition after many trials, which is very important for him.

Unable to get those precious moments when he wants to share some of his father-son talks. Like about the stages of his life where he wants his father to know about his puberty changes. He wants his father to know how he feels about them. How he feels about the relationships with girls and boys.

About what he feels about himself.

He is unable to live all those moments in his life and now he is feeling like he is over, his life is over. Everything is over.

But what he doesn't know is, this is what they called the starting.

He got startled when one person roughly grabbed him and the other was about to inject some type of liquid in him. He started thrashing around his body wildly due to the fear and anxiety which is bubbling inside him and every single emotion is now coming in the form of fat tears.

Some screams are coming from a short distance but he is not going to concentrate on that. He needs to free himself from these weird people.

Not after much time, he found himself going weak because of the strange liquid they inject in him, his breathing is uneven. His body is shaky and then he heard something.

Something which makes his legs weak, weaker.

Something which makes him stop breathing for a second.

Something which is making his breath comes out as gasps.

Something like a loud unbearable bang.

A gunshot.

"Stop moving, girl. Don't you understand? You will hurt yourself!!" Someone screams loudly with gritted teeth after some seconds of the gunshot.

A yelp left Jimin's mouth as he looked in the direction of the voice. 'Who is that?? What girl?' he thought.

He saw with his wide eyes, a boy took some steps forward near a stretcher, a girl was there shivering as if she is feeling cold.

The girl has a big white shirt on, which was till her thighs. He realized she is wearing a school skirt. He could not able to see her face.

When the person moved away from her, she started shaking like a leaf.

Jimin was in distress, he is already in pain. And the strange liquid is doing something. He is unable to move himself. Just laying down on the bed looking at one side. Every bone in his body is now like on halt.

All of a sudden a small broken cry left from the girl's lips, when the same boy carries her on his shoulder taking her somewhere near a large tank.

Ice.

Ice-cold water.

'No! What are they doing!? Are they going to do what I am thinking, no..!! They can't do that. She will be dead.' he shouted in his mind but what's written in the fate, will definitely happen.

He finds himself totally awake when they throw her into the ice-cold water.

Jimin was shaking to the core when he saw her thrashing around like her life depend on it. Her whole face is covered by her hair. She is struggling hard in the water. Jimin's heart is hurting to see her like this.

These people are so cruel he now knows that. They can do anything.

Jimin wanted to help her but he could not able to get up, his body is betraying him now and that's making him cry. He was sobbing due to anxiety and fear.

Then he saw her.

Her face.

Her babyface.

She is beautiful.

Like his mother, totally like his mother.

He saw her, her eyes are covered with blindfolds but that could not able to hide her gorgeous face.

She is a beauty.

She is an angel.

The angel, his mother used to talk about whenever she caresses his hair before letting him sleep.

An angel who can light his life one day. Maybe the angel who can make his heart heal. Maybe the fairy who can love him like he is.

Jimin is breathless now.....his dream princess is breathtaking.

His mother was right, one day she will come and make him feel loved.

He remembered what his mother said when he talks about the unknown fairy of his dreams.

"Hey, my smol baby what are you thinking so much with this cute little brain of yours, hm??" His mother pats his head and kissed his forehead with a beautiful smile.

"How many times I told you not to call me smol baby, I am a big boy now. I am 18 years old. Eighteen!!" He pouts as he told his mom with so much enthusiasm.

She laughs with his crescent moon eyes, her eyes disappear just like Jimin's.

Like mom, like son.

"Okay okay my big baby, now tell me what are you thinking?" She asked and helped Jimin to sit next to her.

"I....am thinking about....an angel." He said shyly as he nuzzles his head in the crook of his mother's neck, embarrassingly.

His mother cooed at him and pulled his face and looked at her smol baby. Jimin's cheeks are shading with red color as he started fiddling with his fingers.

"My baby is thinking about his angel, you cute little pup. How can you be so cute? Omo!!" She kissed her son's cheeks with adoration. Jimin just nodded his head while looking at his mom with a big smile on his face.

"Tell me something about your angel." She asked him as Jimin started blabbering about what he saw in his dreams.

"I saw a cute girl in my dreams with long hairs, long thick black lashes which are resting on her round cheeks. She was so beautiful. She was just like you. She was all shining in my dreams. Yes, mom!! She was shining. Hehe....sparkling sparkling like glitters. But mooommm....she also has these bruises just like me and you. Is she not okay Mumma...but she was smiling?" He pouted with his big pouty lips and asked his mother, with so much concern.

Her mother was listening to everything with so much happiness inside her. She is happy that her baby boy is now dreaming about his angel. His girl. But when Jimin said the last sentence she looks unhappy. Her big smile dropped in just a matter of seconds.

"No! No! baby.....don't worry she will be okay. Next time when you see her in your dreams, tell her that she is beautiful with those bruises. Bruises don't mean that you are weak, it means that you are strong. More stronger than all the other people out there who hurt you. Who said meaningful words to make you sad, to make you feel dejected." She paused for a second.

"Son, you know we both have that too. But we are strong right?" Jimin started nodding his head. "That's my baby, you are strong, I am strong. Then everything is fine." She caresses Jimin's front hairs, staring at him lovingly.

"You know, your angel will be very pretty. She is the most beautiful in this world. My smol baby...when you meet her in real life, give her all your affection, handle her with care, protect her from everything. Respect her, respect is everything, my child! Treat her like a queen, like a princess."

"If she has these bruises as you told me, heal them with your love. Heal them with your tenderness. Give her your warmth. Tell her that you are here for her always. Tell her that you can make her happy. Tell her that you are blessed you have her. Tell her that you wanted to share every single second of your life with her. And baby....tell her that you love her. She will be happy with you then." His mom was now on the verge of tears. She never gets anything rather than those hurtful comments from her husband.

She is also a woman who wants to have these beautiful moments in her life which never came.

She just wants Jimin to not be like his father. And she knows that Jimin is different. Not like any other child. Her baby boy is different.

He is a smol baby.

In reaction, Jimin understandingly smiles at his mother. Jimin knows everything about his family. His father, his mother, everyone. He may act like a baby but he is really a big boy now whose father beats him whenever he feels like it.

He knows that his mother never gets affection and love from his father. And he wanted to give her everything. He will do as she said.

He will give everything to her mother and her angel.

He will protect his two angels at any cost.

The girl is precious to him.

His angel.

His princess.

His eyes spilled heavy tears when he remembers what his mom said. His mom. His life.

He saw that his princess was not struggling anymore.

He starts panicking. 'What happened? Is she....? No! No! Please!! No! Don't do that, god!! Don't take her away from me! I will not give her to you!! You hear that. I will not! I won't let her go..!! I will protect her...I will...' Jimin started hyperventilating, breathing is abnormally rapid.

Sleep is slowly showing her magic on him.

He saw with his teary eyes that...they take her out of the water. She is still. Not moving at all.

"She is unconscious now, take her to bed no.33, fast!! And that boy too, bed no. 34. He is already shaking hard after seeing this. No need to waste the medicines. Just take them and send another fast!" The same voice shouted and commanded some people and they immediately take action and take her to the hallway rooms.

Jimin was now relieved that she is not dead. He wanted to wipe the tears which are blinding his vision but now nothing seems to interest him.

He knows that she is only unconscious.

After now, if they meet again he will protect her as his mother said.

Because she is someone special to him.

The dream angel.

His princess.

And there he goes into the dreams of his princess again.

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