Taehyung's POV

I have school today. That means I won't see Jimin as much. It's not that I mind, it's just I kind of feel bad for the kid. He only has two other friends. And he's scared of them! It's like I'm his comfort zone. Which should not be okay. I'm bad. And he knows I'm bad. I'll just end up breaking him sooner or later.

As I walked through the silky green grass, I start feeling a little uneasy. I'm not sure why.

"Hey! Taehyung, it's been a while hasn't it?" Jungkook asked. "Have you been getting laid," he smirked.

That wasn't entirely a lie. It's just not what I've been doing often.

"Um, yeah I guess you could say that," I gave an awkward laugh while scratching the back of my neck.

"How are things going with you and Yoongs," I asked, slightly smirking.

"What do you mean? I don't like him! Being gay is disgusting. It's like you're asking to get beat up!" He argued.

"Okay, okay!" I apologized. "That's exactly why we fight..." I mumbled.

"I should get going," I said, starting to walk off.

"To see you're boyfriend?" He snickered. "Jimin is it?"

"He is not my boyfriend! And he will never be," I yelled.

"Stop lying to me. We all know you two like each other," he laughed, walking closer to me.

"No, I don't! He's just a friend."

"Oh, a friend. You have friends?" He laughed again, before swinging his fist at me, which ended up hitting me right in the jaw.

"Stop. I don't have time for this.." I whimpered.

He didn't stop.

Jimin's POV

Where's Taehyung? He should've been here ten minutes ago. I guess I'll just have to look for him. I sighed before starting my way down the busy hallways, before I was stopped by these two guys. One seeming too familiar. Yoongi.

"Why hello there, Jimin," he laughed, before they started beating me up. Calling me names that I didn't know could come out of such a small and a bright persons mouth. It felt like hours I was there.

Not moving.

Not defending.

Not saying anything.

Not even caring.

That was until someone came running and they picked me up, running through the hallways. I couldn't open my eyes. I was too scared. But the touch felt familiar. Too familiar.

Taehyung?

I was thrown into this small dark room, with the door locked so no one could come in.

"Jimin," he breathed. "Are you okay?"

"N-no," I simply said, barely audible because of the tears that started falling. He hugged me tight into his body. We both had scars and bruises, but they seemed to disappear in the embrace.

"What did he say?" He asked.

"They said t-that I was d-disgusting. And t-that my f-friends a-and the rest o-f the s-school will t-think that t-too," I stuttered from crying.

"I'm so sorry, Jimin. I'm sorry I couldn't have come sooner. I'm sorry that my friends are idiots. I'm sorry that that happened to you. I'm sorry that we're friends. I'm sorry that you even have to deal with me. I'm sorry that I can't change. I'm sorry that I'm not what you want. Just please, don't believe what they say. If you think you're adorable, think you're adorable. If you think you're ugly, think you're adorable. Because that's what you are, Jiminie. Don't let anyone say otherwise. You are not disgusting, Chimchim. You are adorable," he cried.

I nodded into his chest.

"Don't believe anything I say either..." he whispered inaudible for the ear.

He pulled out of the embrace and we looked at each other. He had damp cheeks. But so did I. I was wearing a black sweater and baby blue jeans. He was wearing black ripped jeans with a white T-shirt and an oversized camouflage jacket. I looked down at my hands because I realized he was staring. He took his finger under my chin to lift it up. And when he did, he got closer. So close that he planted a soft kiss on my lips- I mean forehead. It was sweet. As sweet as the sugar in my tea.

"You've got this, Jimin. You're strong. I believe in you," he smiled. I smiled back, as a tear left my eye.

(A/N. Whelp. This is probably rlly bad but I didn't want you waiting too long so I decided that I'd try my best and do it now)