Sayonara Hitori - Taemin

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Writing letters is hard.

Writing in general is hard.

Writing the last letters is hard.

Yet that's what Jimin has spent all day doing, writing letters.

Writing the perfect letter for Hoseok. His brother from back home. Maybe even his teachers explaining why he wouldn't be around anymore by the time they read this.

Due to Taehyung's promise in killing Jimin once this is all over, Jimin took that time to say his final farewells because he's not determined.

It's the least he can do while he's still in this state of the last remains of his sanity.

But it suddenly got hard.

Through mid letter to Hoseok, he found himself breaking down into his tears, pencil shaking against his grasp as he forcefully tries to hold back his sobs.

He can't do this.

He can't finish it.

Angrily he pushes the papers back, throwing the pencil onto the pile and gets up to his feet to get a glass of water.

He can just finish it later, when he's not an emotional mess.

Just as Jimin drinks his glass of water, arms suddenly found themselves around his waist, pulling him back. It's funny how Jimin doesn't even flinch anymore to Taehyung's familiar right touch, only lets him do whatever he wants with him by how much he's given up at this point.

That's how Jimin gets what he wants, by following along with it.

Even if he is dying inside.

"Finish writing your death letters tiny?" Taehyung purrs, nibbling on his earlobe gently that made Jimin evidently flinch away from his assault.

That's the thing that Jimin has began to grow more lenient on.

That idea to just.... Stop fighting.

In order for him to get what he wants, he has to go with his initial plan; To face his cherophobia.

Taehyung is not dumb, he can detect when one is happy or not, genuinely. He's a liar himself, he recognizes a liar so easily. So Jimin has to.... Start having another goal.

Find happiness in life, even though there's no happiness to turn to.

However he has no choice at this point. Either he obliges or will suffer torment with Taehyung even more.

At this point, Jimin can't suffer more than he already is.

There's only so much a human body can take.

So he lets himself twitch a small smile, even if he's forcing it, and turns to him, "Not yet, it's overwhelming to write it."

Taehyung stares to his empty eyes, flickering to the notion of his lips flickering upwards in his attempt to appear light.

And his hand slaps against brutally against Jimin's face.

Hard.

Jimin's face flies to the side, blurring tears in his vision to the unfavorable burn on his skin that tingles in warmness from the hard hand.

A familiar burn, that he should be use to by now but he isn't.

It still hurts, ever single time.

Suddenly his chin is forced to face Taehyung's stone cold face, nearly choking in his breath when Taehyung slams their lips together.

His way of making up for it.

Every.... Single.... Time.

The pace is as aggressive as it always is, a pace Jimin refuses to follow along with.

His remains frozen as Taehyung abuses his mouth, blinking away his tears to the way he feels his large hand travels down his waist and to the curve of his ass.

Gripping tightly.

Jimin evidently strangles against him but refuses to open his mouth. Refusing to let him win.

He's not going to win.

No matter what he does to him.

And he knew that.

Taehyung smirks against his lips, pulling away to grin at his beautiful masterpiece.

The swollen skin on Jimin's mouth and the bruising on cheek, now moving a more darker color by his cheek bone.

He looks so beautiful.

"You can't fake with me tiny, that's cheating," Taehyung giggles cynically, leaning over and sucks Jimin's bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling his skin that sent jolts to run down Jimin's spine.

He has to leave, now.

"I have to go to class," Was all Jimin managed to mumble before moving past Taehyung's hands and grab his backpack from the dining table.

Taehyung squeals out of no where and hops on the counter, "Today you have a Track meet. I'm go to watch you."

WHAT!

Jimin swirls arounds, lips gap in complete horror, "W-What!? How did you know?"

The sinister smile on Taehyung's lips says it all, drumming his fingers against each other in a way that only gave horrific flashbacks to storm through Jimin's heaving mind.

He's traumatized enough by this psychopath that anything he does just seems alarming.

"I know everything about you, tiny," He drawls casually, "Got to make sure what's mine isn't being naughty behind my back."

A nerve in Jimin's body clutches up, nearly making him start to hyperventilate on the spot just to the mere thought of Taehyung being there in his meet.

Track N' Field  has been the only thing that Jimin could actually avoid Taehyung and not think about killing himself. Where he can avoid the world just for a moment since he has no time to think.

It's all about running.

He has to do a good presentation today, more than anything.

Even if he's not the best runner.

Taehyung breathing anywhere near him is not going to fucking help in any way!

"Aw what's wrong?" Taehyung mocks, peeking an eyebrow, his smirk widening, "Afraid I'm chase after you in the track?"

The mere thought of it only forced Jimin to step back, bumping to the chair behind him as he tries to get as far away from him as he can.

Jimin's just going to act like he doesn't fucking know him. That's the best way to go so he won't end up tripping on the damn track and bruising his whole entire body to the point he won't be able to attend the next meet-

Fuck this is getting to his head now.

Focus, he has to stay focused today.

"Oh and by the way, if you're last place than I'm going to scar my initials on your forehead."

There goes focus.

Jimin is completely screwed.

Especially since he's not the fastest member in the team.

Especially in his event.

Oh no.

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A/N:
Well...... This track meet is about to be interesting. Let's see how it goes!!

I'm actually excited to write about it!!

I PURPLE YOU!! <33