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I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.

Charlotte Brontë ,

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Taehyung walked out on in the garden with a diary in his hand. He was trying to forget about his earlier conversation with Jungkook.

He looked up and saw the dark clouds gone. The stars now shone in the sky.

"Are you watching me mom ?" Taehyung whispered looking up.

"It's hard mom----------------- it's hard" Taehyung stuttered as he bit his lip trying to stop himself from crying yet again.

"I miss you Ma " Taehyung whispered.

Please give me some strength mom

Please

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"Master Taehyung what are you doing here so late ?" A voice snapped Taehyung out of his thoughts.

He was now sitting on one of the chairs in the garden.

Taehyung turned around to look at the intruder and smiled softly.

"Please don't call me master hyung. Just call me by my name. You're older than me." Taehyung said.

Hoseok chuckled and nodded as he walked next to Taehyung and sat down beside him.

"So what are you doing here so late Taehyung-ah? "Hoseok asked.

"Nothing hyung. Just wanted some fresh air." Taehyung replied as he looked ahead.

Hoseok didn't say anything and also looked ahead.

Both just sat down and enjoyed the silence presence of each other. As wind continued to blow in the background.

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"Hyung "Taehyung said after a while.

Hoseok just hummed and gestured the latter to continue.

"Why is everyone like this ? "He asked quietly.

Hoseok sighed. He's not oblivious to everything that happens in Jeon mansion.

"I don't know Taehyung-ah. I don't" replied Hoseok softly.

Taehyung looked a little sad but nodded.

"I'm really concerned about Jimin hyung. He's drinking habit is really bad" said Taehyung.

"I know I am concerned too." muttered Hoseok.

"I can't see him like this." said Taehyung.

"You know Taehyung. Jimin was not like that before. He changed after the wedding ."said Hoseok.

Hoseok's words got the younger curious.

"How was he like before?" Taehyung asked.

"He was you know-------------------- I don't know how to say this---------------------------------but you can say artistic." Hoseok replied.

"Artistic ? Jimin Hyung ? "Questioned Taehyung a little startled by the that.

"Yes he was broken before too. But he drastically changed after the wedding." Hoseok replied.

"How do you know that ? "Taehyung found himself asking

"I know this because I worked here for a long time. I was here when Jin came in this big mansion. I was also here when you and Jimin came. I witness everything Taehyung-ah. I am not blind. Although the Jimin's old butler in his parents house also told me alot too." Hoseok replied.

Taehyung nodded dumbfounded.

"Wanna know your Jimin hyung's past?" Hoseok asked

"Yes" Taehyung replied immediately.

He was really curious after Hoseok said a statement that made him feel the similar pain in his chest.

He was already broken before.

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A woman walked in a long hallway. Only the sound of her heels could be heard.

As she reached the end. She opened the door to her right and entered the room that smelled like fresh paints.

She saw a boy completing his painting by adding few last strokes.

"It's beautiful." the lady said as she smiled coming closer to the painting.

"Oh Miss Alex you're here." Jimin said as he turned around to look at his art teacher after putting the brush down.

"Yes "she replied softly her eyes still on the painting.

"It's simply beautiful Jimin . The colours are very well blended. It appeals to you." The teacher said.

Jimin smiled at the compliment and thanked her.

The woman roamed her eyes around the room and tilted her head to the side confused.

"Why did you paint two exactly same painting? "She asked

"Oh one for me and one for you as a gift for teaching me so many things." Jimin answered with a smile. A real genuine smile.

"This time you made it for yourself too. You never do. You always sell them and donate the money. "The lady said bemused.

"Yes but I really like this one. I don't know what is it but I love it. I don't wanna sell it. Let me be a little selfish this time." said Jimin his eyes never left the painting.

"Ofcourse you are allowed to be selfish sometime Jimin" the lady chuckled.

Jimin also laughed a little and nodded.

"You're a great student Jimin-ah. I'm proud of you." the teacher praised.

"Ahh teacher you flatter me a lot." said Jimin. His cheeks red.

"No I am just praising you for your work. " The techer said with a adoring smile.

"Now go home. Your parents called the head and they are asking you to come." home said the teacher.

Jimin frowned.

"My parents?" he asked and the teacher nodded.

"Wait a minute" he said and picked up his bag from the table beside him.

He pulled out his phone and saw his mother's missed calls.

What did I do this time

"Ahh they called me. But I didn't hear it." Jimin said to his teacher who smiled at him.

"It's okay now go home. They are probably waiting for you." she said and walked away after ruffling Jimin's hair.

Jimin smiled at her and started packing his things. When he heard his name

"Thank you for the painting Park Jimin. I'll treasure it " the teacher said after opening the door and walked out.

I'm in trouble Jimin thought as he quickly packed his stuff in the bag and took the painting immediately walking out.

"Let's go home quickly. " Said Jimin as he sat in the backseat of his car instructing the driver who nodded and started the car.

Jimin carefully placed the painting beside him.

The journey to their house seemed really long.

Why did mom call me ? He thought

"We are here." said the driver as the latter nodded with a smile and got out.

But not before he asked the driver to get the painting and put it in his room later. His parents are not that much fan of his this passion.

He was always nice to everyone. He knows how it feels to be treated harshly that's why he treats everyone with respect. Atleast he used too.

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Jimin bit his lips anxiously as he entered the living room and sighed in relief when he saw no one.

But perhaps he relaxed too soon.

"Park Jimin give me an answer that why didn't you pick up my call. I called you like five times." his mother said as she descended downstairs.

She was angry.

"I am sorry mother. I didn't hear my phone." Jimin said as politely as possible and bowed to the elder.

"That's not an excuse. Tell me how busy were you that you couldn't attend my call." her mother demanded answer.

"I was busy painting mother." Jimin replied softly. He felt a lump in his throat.

Why can't his parents be actually nice to him. They never encouraged the boy or talked to him properly

His mother scoffed at the answer and scowled.

"You and your hobby disappoint me a lot." his mother said harshly.

It's not a hobby. How dare you question my passion?

Jimin wanted to say but bit his lip as he listened his mother go on telling him about how much of disappointment he is.

"Anyway we called you because I and your father have something to talk to you. We'll talk about it while dinner. So go and freshen up "his mother said looking at her nails unbothered. Not even considering the fact that the words she spoke could have hurt her son.

Jimin stood still and continued to look down. Trying to blink away the tears in his eyes.

Disappointment to family

Can't do anything

Can't even make anyone proud

Regret giving him birth

Hate him

Doesn't care about him

"What are you still doing here ?" his mom snapped

Jimin just shook his head and bowed to her walking away.

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Why mother ? why ?

Please show me some love. Please show me you care about me.

Please

I'm your son. You gave birth to me.

There's no way you don't love me right?

Or I am wrong again.

These words repeated in Jimin's mind as he sobbed in his room. Sitting on the floor leaning against the door of his room.

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"Mother ------------- Father" Jimin greeted his parents with a bow and sat beside them on the dinning table.

Everyone was quiet and just focused on their food.

His dad finished his meal first and wipped his face with a napkin. Clearing his throat to get the attention.

Jimin immediately looked at his father with full focus.

"We got a proposal today. And your mother and I have already what we are going to do." His father said

Jimin frowned

Why are they telling me this ?

"Jeons have made a proposal that we will work together in five big projects. And that will profit us and them a lot." The elder continued.

Jimin nodded listening to his father.

"And we are sealing our deal by wedding you with their middle son Jeon Yoongi." His father declared.

Just as Jimin heard these words. The floor below his feet vanished. He stilled.

His father's words repeating in his mind.

Wedding ? Mine? No !

Jimin took a deep breath. He can't let this happen. He just can't. It will hurt him. He knows.

He didn't imagine a prince charming for him but he still wanted to marry the one he fell in love with. His Wedding should not be a simple business deal. It's his life.

He took a deep breath and looked at his parents who were conversing normally now. Not even waiting for his answer. They just simply assumed that he's okay with it.

"No "he finally said

His parents stopped talking and stared at him bemused.

"What?" His father asked.

"I said I am not marrying anyone father" said Jimin with his full courage.

A big mistake

His father eyes widened with furry and he stood up with a big thud.

"Can you repeat what you said Park Jimin?" He asked again.

"I said no father" Jimin said gulping down a lump in his throat.

"NO! YOU DARE TO SAY NO TO ME. YOUR FATHER WHO MADE YOU WHAT YOU ARE. WHO'S MONEY YOU WASTE DAILY. YOU DARE TO SAY NO TO ME" his father shouted mad.

Jimin whimpered at the words. He was scared.

"You will marry him Park Jimin understand it!" his father saud still a lot mad.

"No" Jimin whispered quietly.

His dad heard him and was now more furious.

"YOU KNOW IT'S MY FAULT THAT I GAVE YOU WINGS BY ALLOWING YOU TO GO TO THE STUPID PAINTING CLASSES. I SHOULD HAVE JUST CUT THEM AND PUT YOU IN THE CAGE OF YOUR ROOM." His dad shouted. Tears were streaming down his face as he looked down . He didn't look up but he knew his mother was looking at him with disappointment.

Just than the oblivious driver entered the hall with Jimin's painting in his hand. Wanting to put it in latter's room but his dad caught the sight of his painting.

And called the driver.

He snatched the painting away from the driver's hand and walk away.

Jimin watched him dumbfounded. He wanted to take his painting back. But he knew better.

He and his mother watched his father come down again but this time he had Jimin's painting and art supplies in his hands.

The boy's eyes widened as he followed his father.

"Father what are you doing with my stuf?" Jimin asked as he followed the elder's footstep quickly.

"I am doing what I should I have done before. "His father muttered angrily.

They reached the backyard where he threw all the stuff.

Jimin reached for his stuff.

"Take one more step Park Jimin I dare you ." his father hissed.

And the latter stopped in his track. Scared.

"What are you doing father ?" Jimin whispered. Tears were streaming his cheeks.

His father pulled out the lighter and burnt all his stuff.

"NO!" Jimin shouted as he watched his dear paintings catch fire. Everything he admired now burning.

He stepped forward to to save it but a hand on his wrist stopped him.

The tears in his eyes made it impossible for him to see who it was. But he tried to fight the grip.

He have to save them. He can't let the work get burn. The work that helped him. That distracted him from his sad life.

"No leave me" he shouted.

"Please leave me." he shouted as he fell to the ground.