(A/N: trigger warning for this chapter too- a bit of violence💕)

This was not supposed to happen.

None of this was supposed to happen.

What did Taehyung do to deserve this?

How did his life suddenly take such a sharp turn?

He didn't understand.

But for now, let's start from the beginning. Where everything was fine.

He stayed at Jungkook's place for about a week and half. Thanks to the healing cream, Taehyung's bruises started fading pretty consistently.
Which was pretty good.

Since Jungkook strictly insisted on treating all the bruises himself, he checked up on them daily and applied some cream afterwards.
The blonde noticed how much happier he had become, now that the bruises had almost completely vanished.

Right now, it was Wednesday.
After their last period, they were about to pack up their stuff and walk home when all of a sudden, an adult man approached Jungkook and talked to him.

"Taehyung, it's my coach," he whispered into the older's direction.
"There's been some complications with the training schedule. It'll only take, like, ten minutes. If you want, you can wait for me in front of the school gates."

Taehyung nodded. Whispering back a small "Okay", he swung his backpack over his shoulder and left the classroom as quietly as possible.
The last thing he heard was a frustrated "Jackson and Chris, those punks! Why are they not showing up, this is important!" from Jungkook's coach.

Not paying attention to anything, he just strolled around the pretty empty school building.
Since he was quite bored, he started thinking about random things.

School, homework, Jungkook, his mom, his mom, Jimin, Mark, the video, his father,...

And while he just walked around with his head in the clouds, he felt his wrist get grabbed harshly all of a sudden.

Immediately waking up from his daydream, Taehyung gasped and widened his eyes, being caught extremely off guard.

As he turned around, he saw...

"Jackson?"

The latter smirked evilly, another person emerging from behind.
Chris.

"Kim Taehyung. Just the one I wanted to encounter."
With Taehyung's wrist still tightly in his grip, he dragged him behind a wall, the same wall where he had kissed Mark for the first time.

"Wh-What do you want from me?" He tried to shake his wrist out of the taller boy's grip but failed to do so since the other didn't budge.
Adding to that, Chris now joined them and stood opposite to Jackson, so that Taehyung was now trapped in between the two boys.

"Nu-uh. I will be the one asking the questions here." With his free hand, Jackson now grabbed the blonde's other wrist, just as tightly as the first one. Now Taehyung was slowly getting scared.

"Did you seriously think no one would notice that you're a fucking f*g?"
For a moment, the blonde's heart stopped. He was speechless.
No. They can't know.

He gave a humourless laugh, praying that his voice wouldn't come out as shaky.
"Hah. That's bullshit, I have no idea how you could think that."
To his surprise, Jackson's smirk widened. "Oh really, is that so?"
He gave a nod towards Chris standing behind him.

As Taehyung looked behind him, he saw the aforementioned pulling out something out of his bag with a dirty smirk, and that was where his heart really stopped.

Before he could say anything, Chris opened his mouth and started talking in a purposefully high-pitched, mocking voice:
"Sometimes, I wish he actually knew. But he couldn't. How could he know if he still thinks I'm straight? Adding to that, he himself is obviously straight and will have--"

"S-Stop," the blonde boy breathed out, his eyes filling with tears.
In his hands, Chris held his diary, flipped open on a random page.

"H-How?" He looked back to Jackson, feeling helpless. All strentgh he had ever had left his body.
"You dumb bitch leave it in our classroom and ask us how we found it? It was very amusing, actually. Read every single page. Keep going, Chris."

Chris glanced at Taehyung triumphantly and used his fake voice again:
"Yes, you heard right. I think I'm in love with him.
In love. Now that I know what it feels like, th--"

"No!," the blonde yelled, making both of them laugh menacingly.
"Can't believe Jeon accepts you for being a f*g. He probably hates you anyways, it's just his dumb mom that accepts these failures of humans. What a foolish mindset. What do you think your loverboy will think once we tell him all the sickenly sweet things written in your precious diary? Will he join our team or pity you?"
Jackson cackled.

"N-No, don't tell him. Wh-Why are you doing this?!" Now, the first tears were streaming down Taehyung's face, him feeling so incredibly weak he would have collapsed if Jackson wouldn't be holding his wrists to keep him upright.

"Aww, won't you look at that? The f*g is crying. You know, I've always thought you were a bit suspicious. You seemed like a wimp. Wimps are annoying and weak, but at least they're not as disgusting as your kind." He pulled Taehyung towards him with a harsh tug on his wrists.

"I brought you a visitor, by the way." He then let go of his wrists by pushing him away, and when Taehyung saw the next person entering the scene, he felt all his strength leave him and his back hit the wall, making him down towards the floor more and more.
This was too much to him.

"Hello, Taehyung. Long time no see."
The emerging person now stood right in front of him, looking down at him with a fake smile.

"M-Mark?"
The blonde's voice came out as nothing but a whisper, it was like all strength and ability he ever had left his body.

"Yes, Taehyung," Jackson now spoke.
"I teamed up with another f*g just to corner you like this. At least he's not a fucking wimp like you are and he's leaving this school soon. Not to mention, he wants to destroy you just as much as I do. Don't you just admire my abilities?"
He chuckled darkly.

"W-Why do you want to destroy me? Wh-What have I ever done to you?," Taehyung stammered, crouching down and pulling his knees towards his chest to feel more protected in this wicked situation.

Jackson now came closer, reaching his eye-level.
"Because you, Kim Taehyung, bother me. I look at you and I can already feel myself get disgusted. You're an abomination, just look at you. By the black eye you had a few days ago, I can tell your father liked my video a lot."
The blonde gasped, another tear slipping out of his eye.

"I-It was you," he breathed out.
"Congratulations, you finally got it."
Jackson clapped his hands sarcastically, the sound echoing throughout the whole area.

"M-Mark, why would you do this? I-I thought you were my friend," the suddenly frail boy forced out of his clammy throat, the brunette giving a short laugh at that.

"Don't fool yourself, Taehyung. Originally, I just wanted to get into your pants. What I didn't know was how much of a whiny, sensitive damsel you would be. Like damn, what'd I get myself into? And then Jimin started rooting for us so had no choice but to keep up this act. I thought, maybe someday, you'd give in. But no, you had to keep being an annoying bitch. You even led me on because of that ass Jeon Jungkook. And then, I had enough.

"So I had to team up with this bastard to make you see that you're absolutely unbearable. You're pestering everyone with your existence and you're a literal screw-up. I hope you're learning your lesson, Kim Taehyung." The brunette cackled and stepped closer towards the boy who was curled up into a ball against the wall.

Immediately, he defended himself by stretching out his arm to keep him away from himself, tears still rolling over his cheeks.
"Aww, why so defensive, Kim? You're a f*g, aren't ya? You must be loving all of the attention," Jackson sing-songed from behind.

"Y-You," Taehyung forced out in between shaky breaths. "Y-You force yourself on me and b-betray me like this. Fuck you, Mark."

Mark chuckled. "What? Force myself on you? You must be joking. You wanna see how forcing myself onto you actually looks like?"
And then, all of a sudden, he grabbed both of Taehyung's wrists and pinned them on the floor and started hovering over him so that he was now under him.

Before Taehyung could act instinctively and scream his lungs out for help, he felt Mark, who was just about to go under his shirt, getting pushed off him harshly.

"What the hell is going on here?! What in the fucking world are you doing with him right now?!," another voice suddenly shouted, making the blonde gasp in shock again.

Before anyone could say anything, the person pulled Taehyung's body up into a sitting position and held his shoulders protectively, the latter panting heavily, still sobbing, and holding on to the floor as if his life depended on it.

"Oh, look who has decided to join us. Lover boy Jeon Jungkook. "
Jackson smiled menacingly.
"My original plan was to confront dear Taehyung but this is way more fun, let's expose him."

As if on cue, Chris spoke again, ignoring Taehyung's protests of chanted "No!"s and Jungkook's highly confused "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Dear diary, I just noticed that I've always talked to you about my crush on Jungkook without actually describing him. So, to change that, let me tell you something about him." He used his sickening sweet voice again.

"Or how about this one?" This was the first time Chris spoke with his normal voice today.
"What if he thinks I like him now?! I mean, I do (understatement, I'm in love with him!), but for our friendship's sake, he can't know, but I already told you this a million times, didn't I?"
He smirked.

"Aw, look what sweet Taehyungie wrote into his diary, seems like someone has a crush on you," he teased.

For a moment, the ravenette did nothing and just froze.
But then, he just furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.
"Let's go, Taehyung." He hoisted the older boy up and left them with an arm wrapped around his shoulder to stabilize him.

As soon as they were out of sight and somewhere far away from the wicked school building, he halted in his step and took a look at Taehyung's tear-stained face. The blonde didn't even dare to look back.

"What the hell just happened, what was this?," he asked quietly, getting no response from the older boy.
The ravenette was seriously confused.

A few moments later, he tried again, trying to indulge the silent boy into a conversation again.
"What they said... it wasn't true, right?," he asked carefully, not even paying attention to what he was saying.

And suddenly, Taehyung looked up to him, bloodshot eyes on full display. Jungkook's eyes widened.

"Y-Yes, it was. I'm in fucking love with you."

He exhaled deeply and continued.

"I really didn't want you to find out this way, b-but now you did. Everything they said was true, they stole my diary. I love you. No point denying it anymore. Feel free to hate me forever now, Jeon Jungkook. I'm done."

And then, just like that, he turned around ran away, far out of Jungkook's sight..

And not to Jungkook's house, to his house.

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(A/N: this was another thing i had planned ever since i started this story and it's important for the storyline, forgive me please taehyung😔💜

i've just thought about this and omg, if someone exposed my sexuality like this i would just die on the spot, it's just so horrible :(

i feel really guilty and i'm pretty sure this was... unexpected for some but don't worry, everything will be fine♡

as always, you're amazing and i love you, thank you for existing💜💜)