Jikook Oneshots

Run

Jimin shut the front door behind him and slung his backpack to the ground. He walks to the living room staring at his two parents. The two are watching TV, not even sparing a glance at him.

The boy sighs. "I'm home," No response. "Geez don't you even love me at all?"

"Of course we do," His mother glanced at him briefly, before fixing her eyes on the TV again. "We gave you a gift for your birthday yesterday, didn't we? We just don't agree with your choices. This is a punishment, no nurture from your parents until you choose to stop being gay."

"I'm eighteen now, I can leave," Jimin threatened, biting his lip to fight the tears. "And never come back."

The two burst out laughing. "Son, we know you won't," Mr. Park chuckled as if it were a joke. "You're a coward. All you are is a gay coward." Jimin's made a sound of agreement.

Jimin fumed, fists clenching. "That's what you think."

He ran up the stairs to his room, getting out his cell phone. He tapped a contact, the contact listed as most frequently contacted, and the phone started ringing. "Hello?"

"I'm ready."

"Ready? You mean like-"

"Yeah."

"What? Today? Jimin you just turned eighteen."

"And you did a month ago," Jimin reminded. "I need to get out of here. They called me a gay coward. I just can't do it anymore." The tears in his eyes start falling. "I hate them."

"I know," The voice sympathized. You can tell the second he heard the crying his heart started hurting for him too. "I know how much they hurt you every day. My parents are like that too."

"At least your parents don't act like you're a fruit fly. Nothing but an inconvenience."

"I'm so sorry Baby. I wish you didn't have to deal with that. But that's why we're running away, right?" The question was rhetorical. "Listen, it's 3pm right now, I'll pick you up at midnight. Pack everything, destroy what you need, write a note, let your anger out, you have nine hours. You're almost free. You'll never have to deal with them again so make all the mess you want."

Jimin smiled at that. "That sounds really good."

"Perfect. I'll talk to Namjoon after this, he'll buy the plane tickets. I'll look for a hotel for the first few days we're there, then after we go to Namjoon's we'll withdraw all our money and shut down our accounts. No one will be able to track us Jimin, they won't find us."

"Thank you so much," Jimin cried.

"Of course Jiminie, I love you."

"I love you too."

"I'm going to let you go," He says "You're going to need all the time you can get."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye Sweetheart."

The second he hung up Jimin went to the hall closet where the suitcases were held. He grabbed all three of them, two large one medium, and brought them to his room. He started with his clothes, sorting through the ones he needed and the ones he needed to discard. Such as keeping a sweater from his late grandma, but discarding any clothes his parents bought for him, which already weren't many.

Then he moved to shoes, accessories, jewelry. Things that were important to him went in carefully. He placed the ring given to him by his boyfriend on his ring finger, a promise he'll be there for him forever, even if it didn't end up working out for them romantically. Next were books he loved, CDs he wanted to keep, pictures he took of people and places he cared about. A stuffed cat from Yoongi, his set of makeup brushes from Jin. A sun necklace form Hoseok, earring of the moon from Namjoon, the oddly creative scrapbook from Taehyung with pictures dating back to when they were toddlers. And of course, every single thing from his boyfriend.