8 Chapter 2

"Jimin.You.Have.To.Leave.Now," his father gave a signal to the vixen ,forcing her to bring his son to safety by dragging him into a two muled carriage ,leaving the boy in broken sobs.

"No-no!Appa wait!" He screamed as his aunt started to whip the mules,forcing them to gallop.

"APPAA!"That was the last thing the man heard as he was separated from his son and his only sister left.

The man gave a sad smile,as more tears began to uncontrollaby streak down his cheeks as he stared at the moving carriage ,getting smaller and smaller as it went further,dissapearing into the smoke of sands caused by the mules.

"Goodbye,my son," He let out a soft whisper,so soft that it was almost inaudible as he soon  dissapeared into the shadows,drawing out his sword to fight for his fallen country,Kitsune

Jimin woke up upon feeling the soft warm tears that scattered on his face as the darkness in his vision began to fade,getting overcomed by the light.

He quickly sat up,realising that his chest was heavily rising and dropping at an inhuman speed,as he was facing shock.

Wiping the tears away with the back of his hand,quickly looked to the right where his lamp table stood,stantionary and exactly how it was about 10 years ago.

His eyes travelled to a mini that was chipped at the edges,with a glass layer on the opening where his alarm clock was kept,stating that is was 7.00 am.

"It was all a dream," he whispered as he took a deep sigh of relief after experiencing the droplets of sweat glide down his temples.

Sleepless nights filled with hazy visions of the traumatising past that occured years ago kept on repeating  back like a broken record player,focusing and replaying the same darker parts that he refuses to acknowldege the most,as if it's trying to say something.

It was indeed clear that he misses his parents,especially his father as he have never seen him or get in contact with him after the war but Jimin somehow struggles to forget about the past and how painful it was to think about it.

"Jimin-ah!Time to get up!You're going to be late for school.Breakfast is ready downstairs!" A loud squeaky voice interrupted him while he was deep in thought.

" Yes go-mo  !"

The young messy haired blond quickly jolt up from his bed and rushed to the bathroom to get changed.

After the short male got into his favorite light pastel blue buttoned up shirt and creamy white coloured jeans,he quickly rushed down like a 5 year old hearing that they would get a baskin robins deluxe.

With every movement of his feet sending a loud thump to the wooden stairs,it would seem like the whole house is facing a mini earthquake that was loud enough to wake the neighbours up if they werent.

The young omega forcefully sat his smol butt down the tiny hard wooden stool after he got into the kitchen where his breakfast was served on a long olden styled dining table.

He could easily just taste the goodness

Of the food that his aunt had made by just looking at it as he could smell the sweet essence seeping into his nostrills

Without giving the edible substances that lay temptingly on the table another thought,he quickly stuffed them into his mouth and began chewing until he was full.

"Thanks gomo !I'm gonna head to school now!" Jimin exclaimed as he headed for the door.

"Hold up young man!Aren't you forgetting something?!?" He heard his aunt state sternly as he turned around and saw her lifting up his backpack and bottle with an unamused expression

Jimin's eyes widen upon realissation that he has forgotten his stuff as he facepalmed and paced over to his aunt with an embaraseed look.

"Sorry gomoo,I,..I forgot," he stuttered as he took his stuff from her and pecked her on the cheek.

The young fox lady in her 40s couldn't help but smile at the youngers forgetfullness

"Goodbye Jiminie!Have fun!And don't forget what I told you! " She yelled caringly

"Okay bye!," Jimin yelled back as he ran out of the door as if a dog was chasing him since he was soon going to be late for his first day at Bighit High.