A warning: this chapter might trigger you.

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Jimin never thought that he'll be able to walk home with a smile on his face again. Not a fake smile, but a genuine one. It's been a long time since he walked home with a smile. He can breathe lighter unlike before whenever he is walking home, he cannot breathe well. 

And he is hoping that this feeling will be able to last long because he wants to feel alive again. 

The said guy keep on walking while kicking some pebbles that is shattered along his way. The soft breeze of the night makes him shiver which made his walk a bit faster, he didn't wear his jacket because he thought that the night would be warm but turned out to be the opposite. 

While walking, he can feel his stomach ache because of hunger but he didn't mind it. It is always like that. He is used to it and he cannot feel the pain anymore. 

Few more walk and finally he reached his house. He opened the rusty white gate and walked to their porch before getting the keys inside his pocket. He heard nothing when he entered the house which made him sigh in relief. 

When he thought that he'll be having a peaceful time for himself, he heard a loud shattering of thrown object in the kitchen which made his eyes widen and tremble in fear. The feeling of temporary happiness went away in an instant. He can feel the burden and fear inside of him again. 

Jimin ran upstairs and locked himself into his room before he can get caught. 

"You whore, I told you to buy me more bottle! Where is it?!" 

"I-it's inside the fridge.."

"I said more! There are only three bottles, stupid!" 

"B-b-but I d-don't have any more money-"

"You don't have any more money!? You sell your body! You're a whore! How come you don't have any more money!" 

And another sound of crash was heard again. 

Jimin sobbed quietly while hiding himself under his blanket. He will never be used to it, he can never get used to it. He always blame himself why his mother is experiencing this kind of horror. 

There wasn't a day where he can sleep peacefully. The sound of shouting from fights along with harsh words and profanities are always present. He cannot breathe well and when he thought that he's having a good day, his little happiness is always taken away. 

He can never call his own house "home". 

Jimin continued to silently hope that the fight will stop and fortunately, it did. He heard the finally bang coming from the shutting of the door. The monster of the house is out and he can now stop crying little by little. 

A knock was heard from the door and the still trembling guy stood up from his bed, opening it just to find his mother looking like a mess. Her dress looked shabby and the dark circles under her eyes are visible. The scars on her wrist and some on her arms and legs are visible too. 

But she is smiling sincerely even though she looked like a chaos. 

"I'm sorry for the noise, son. I didn't notice that you are home already." Her mother hugged him as if nothing happened. 

His mom is always like this after every fight, she'll go upstairs to check his son and give him a hug. She always tell his son to just lock himself inside his room so that his stepfather won't see and hurt him again. 

"Tell me about your day." Her mom used signals to talk to him so that he won't bother writing in his sticky notes. 

They always use hand signals. When his mother found out that he cannot speak after what happened to him, she didn't force him to. She understands and even taught him how to use the signals for them to communicate. But it hurt her to watch her own son become mute. 

"I am fine, mom. I met a friend and his name is Yoongi. He is really nice." Jimin answered back with a smile and his mom gasp in excitement. 

"You met a friend? That's great!" Her mom responded and pulled him into a hug. 

Jimin sighed, "Mom. You are not okay. Look. You have another scar again." 

His mom didn't answer and her eyes starts to become teary when Jimin held and examined her thin and pale wrist covered with scars and burns. A pang of hurt struck Jimin when he held her wrist. He can feel the tears starting to choke him again.

"Did you hurt yourself again?" Jimin asked and looked at her in disbelief. 

"I'm sorry..." His mom spoke and tears start to fall down her beautiful face. 

Jimin tried to stop the tears by wiping it off her face but it kept on falling and all he can do is to hug her tight until she stopped crying. It work everytime. He tried his best not to cry, he tried his best not to look weak in front of his hurting mom. 

He pulled back and make her mom look at him before he signaled, "I love you mom. Stop hurting yourself. I'm sorry for not protecting you. I'm sorry for being a coward. But always remember that I love you mom." 

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yes people, we are going to have

long chapters occasionally. : ) 

p.s: angst will hit you hard occasionally too hehe ily