Game Of Love [JiKook]

Prologue

Author's POV

Park Jimin was kicked out of the house by his father when Jimin was 17 years old.

He was bullied at school for his sexuality for years and had to bear their harassment but still had his two best friends Taehyung and Taemin.

They were like big brothers to him because they were so protective of him but then he had to move to Seoul because he was kicked out of his house but still got money sent to him from his parents and an apartment in Seoul.

Jimin's mom knew he was gay for years and helped him to hide it from his dad because he was an abusive homophobic drunk.
Eventually his dad found out thanks to his thoughtful bullies who tried to make Jimin's life miserable in every way possible

That boy was passionate when it came to singing and dancing, but now, he doesn't feel like doing it anymore.
Jimin missed his two childhood friends, he missed his two Taes.

They were his everything, his support, friends, family but now, all of that was lost.
He just couldn't face them again, he didn't want to cause them more burdens than he already had.

Jimin, along with moving to Seoul, moved to another highschool named "SeoHigh".
It was a very popular and high valued, almost considered a private school.
He could afford that thanks to him working so hard and using the money he earns from both his family and work efficiently.

He worked at the local Cafe which was run by a friend he met through Taehyung, Kim Seokjin.

The owner was very nice to him and treated him like a son, he truly was like a good mother to little chimchim.

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Jimin's POV

Yay, a new apartment.. All alone in his apartment..
It was so fun to be alone, disowned by his parents also leaving his two best friends without telling them a thing.

Well how could he? He was too scared to call them, to make them worried.
The voices in his head kept telling him to not call them because they won't fucking care about him.
"Jimin good for you" he said quietly to himself emotionless.
It's not his fault that he loves who he loves, he couldn't fucking help it.
Hell, he doesn't care anymore, he's too tired for that.

*ring* he hears coming from his phone so he checks it.

New message from Jinnie Hyung:
'Jiminie good luck on your first school day tomorrow, don't forget to come to the Cafe after school because you have to work!
Love you sunshine'

Jimin decided to reply to his kind Hyung:
'thanks eomma...'

And so, he turned his phone off because he kept receiving endless messages and calls from his friends as a result of him not telling them a thing before moving away.

He sighed, while laying on his bed.

He didn't feel like doing anything, or going outside afraid that people will see that he exists, truth to be told, he just wanted to sleep and never wake up and so he fell asleep

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*In his nightmare*

His dream was more of a nightmare, a memory of all those mean classmates of his, telling him that he should die because he's fucking different from them.
He knew his sexuality ever since he was 9 years old.
Everyday he tried to hide his bruises from his parents because he was afraid of them.

"haha look at this fag!" yelled his classmate while beating the shit out of him along with his gang.
"look at him he's cryiinggg" said another kid, laughing, he was truly a bully.
His name was Jackson, the one who bullied him the most.
"hey jiminie, you're fucking disgusting and you know it, you're a damn mistake and shouldn't even exist in the first place"
Jackson kept laughing, and laughing, he didn't stop.
I begged him to leave me alone, I tried to call out for Taehyung and Taemin, hoping that they will save me but no one came.
It felt as if I had nobody to ask for help.
Maybe they don't care.. Maybe they don't want to get bullied too..
I wish mom and dad would care about me.