Jimin laid down on the cool grass, basking in the sunlight that was slowly fading. He needed a break, to get away from the suffocating ideals this place kept pushing at him. This place was already frustrating him, killing him with it's pathetic pleas that he was sick, disgusting for being who he was.

He didn't understand, understand this concept that homosexuality was wrong. Why was it wrong? What did being gay do to anyone? How did his sexuality affect others?

He's never hurt anyone, never forced or made anyone else feel the way he does. He's not sick, this isn't some disease you suddenly catch. This was something you were born with, he was always gay he just didn't know it till now.

"That was quite something back there." Jimin's yanked from his daze by the deep voice of what could only be his sexy roommate.

He lazily opens one eye, squinting as he gazed up at the boy that loomed over him. Jungkook wore a delicious grin, his hair hanging softly off his forehead. The milky brown shone lightly in the sunlight, casting a beautiful glistening to his hair.

"Yeah well, I'm tired of everyone telling me I'm sick, disgusting for being who I am. It's pathetic, I don't need anyone telling me what I am." Jungkook nodded along, understanding exactly where he was coming from.

"So, who brought you here then?" Jungkook took a place beside him, his knees bent so he could rest his elbows on them.

Jimin quirked an eyebrow, taking in what he said before he realised what he meant.

"My dad. He thinks I'm sick, it's some sort of disease I need cured. When I told him he hit me, he fucking hit me. Screamed at me I was disgusting, he wasn't going to have a fag for a son." Jimin laughed, it wasn't out of happiness but irritation.

"He's an asshole, all he cares about is his fucking reputation. But what reputation? He doesn't fucking have one, he's just a drunk who spends all his time at the pub." Jimin punches the grass, picking at as the thought of his father only angered him.

Jungkook felt his pain, the torment he must have gone through. He knew it all to well, if anyone could relate it was him.

"Has your father hit you before? I mean before he found out?" Jungkook asked with curiosity and concern.

"A few times, it always happened when he was drunk that's when he was his most violent. But it got worse when my mum died, he didn't take it well. Blamed me for it. Like I'm responsible for her getting fucking cancer!" Jimin scoffs at the actions of his so called father, he was never the same after her death.

Jungkook saw Jimin's small, child like hand shaking, he couldn't say if it was out of anger or sadness. But he saw his chance, he grabbed it, taking his trembling hand in his secure one. Jimin looked at it in shock, tensing slightly at the sudden action.

"I'm sorry Jimin, I'm sorry you lost your mum. And I'm sorry you had to go through that, no father should ever lay a hand on their son." Jungkook was stern with his words, hating whenever anyone was mistreated.

Jimin's eyes lurked to his, he could see the sincerity in those dark eyes, the kindness in his voice. For once he felt truly comfortable, that he could open up to someone without the fear of punishment.

"Thank you Jungkook, really. I guess I just grew so used to a violent father it became normal. How fucked up is that?" Jimin shakes his head ashamed,l for letting his father brutalise him for so long, for allowing himself to be put in a place like this.

Jungkook could sense his self loathing, knowing all to well what that was like.

"This isn't your fault Jimin, your father abused you. He hurt you when he was supposed to love you. That's disgusting, no parent treats their child like that." He gently squeezes Jimin's hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

Jimin felt his skin tingle at the gentle touch, not used to such delicate touches brought on him. He smiled for the first time since he got here, causing Jungkook's heart to flutter.

"You sound like you know from experience, did your parents hurt you?" Jimin spoke with softness, squeezing Jungkook's hand back.

"No. I never knew my parents, I grew up in foster care." Jungkook chewed on the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he picked up as a child.

"Shit I'm sorry, I can't imagine how hard that would've been." Jimin felt bad for him, growing up in foster care must of been hard, especially different as they say when you're gay.

"It's fine, I didn't know them so what was there to be sad about. Foster care was just tiring you know? Couples, parents would come in almost everyday and you had to pretend to be good, to be the most perfect child in hopes you'd get picked, be taken home by a loving family instead staying that hell hole." Jungkook didn't quite know why he was telling him all this, they've barely spoken yet both felt comfortable with each other, safe.

Jimin just listened, taking in the sorrows Jungkook had to face at such a young age. In a away they were both broken, both desperate for love they never received from those they were supposed to.

"Who brought you here then? If it wasn't you're parents."

"The nuns, I lived in this like orphanage sort of thing but they called it a foster home though it wasn't. They discovered some of my dirty magazines under my bed. Confronted me about it, I guess they'd hope I would deny it but I didn't. I owed up to it, I wasn't ashamed. It made me happy, those magazines brought me more pleasure than anything in my entire life." He turned to Jimin, he began to laugh to which Jimin couldn't help but smile at.

"I think they wouldn't have been so upset if I hadn't told them I think sucking dick is the best thing I've ever done." Jimin's eyes widen, a loud snort escaping as he began to laugh, Jungkook with him.

Jungkook admired Jimin as he laughed, noticing the way his eyes would disappear making him that much more adorable. Their hands were still tangled together, neither wanting to remove it.

"I could imagine they wouldn't take that to well, god what I'd pay to see their faces." Jimin kept laughing, Jungkook was so lost in admiring him, finding his eyes stuck on those deliciously plump lips.

Jimin calmed himself down, glancing to Jungkook who seemed lost in thought.

"Jungko-." He goes to speak but Jungkook prevents him by leaning forward, latching his lips to his.

Jimin was caught off guard, not expecting such a sudden bold move. He collapsed onto the grass, Jungkook following to hover over him. Jungkook's hands were placed on either side of his head for support. Jimin's hands were held out front, pressing against Jungkook's hard chest.

Their lips moved slowly, just testing out the waters as Jungkook half  expected Jimin to shove him off but he didn't. Instead Jimin seemed to delve into it, allowing Jungkook to slide his tongue in. Their tongues danced, lips sucking at each other until they swollen.

Once they released they were both breathless, hot from the sudden moment between them. Jungkook gently rubbed his fingers over Jimin's cheek, Jimin moaned at the soft touch.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I should've asked, I sho-." Jimin silences him, bringing him back down for another passionate kiss.

Jungkook almost collapses on top of him but caught himself. Jimin's action made Jungkook feel better, like it was okay.

"You don't need to apologise Jungkook, I liked it if I didn't I'd have kicked you in the balls and told you to fuck off." Jimin smiles cheekily, Jungkook laughed, hitting his chest lightly.

"Hey not the balls, anywhere but that." Jungkook teased, they were both happy, neither never thinking they'd feel this way in a place like this.

They laid like that, entranced by each other's gorgeous eyes. Jungkook stayed hanging above him, Jimin caged in his strong arms. As they were about to go for another the sound of a bell rings, Jungkook groans.

"What's that?" Jimin asked, lost as to why a school bell was ringing.

"It means its group therapy time again." Jungkook gets off from on top of him, holding his hand out for him to take.

"But we just hand it?" Jimin frowns, taking his hand so he's pulled up off the damp grass.

"We have it three times a day, in the morning lunch and before dinner. It's stupid I know but we've got to go." Jungkook takes his hand, locking their fingers.

Jimin groans to which Jungkook smiles at, he drags them towards the building. They reluctantly break away from each other as they enter, aware they'd get into a lot of trouble if they were found doing anything intimate together.

Jimin walks back into the room he hated, taking a seat where Jungkook snuck in beside him. They both subtly brushed their fingers together as they pushed their chairs ever so slightly closer.

The doctor was back at the forefront, deadly notepad in hand. He waited until everyone was seated to begin the so called therapy session.

"So, I know we left things not very well this morning but I'm sure after reflection you Jimin have calmed down and now ready to talk?" Jimin bites his tongue hard, desperately trying to hold back the bark that was pleading to escape.

Jimin clenches his jaw, staring coldly at the Doctor, leaving a uncomfortable silence before he spoke.

"Calmed down? Why would I need to calm down, I'm perfectly fine. But I think you need to learn some manners Doctor Jung, seeing as you've been rather rude." Jimin kept his voice steady, his eyes lingered on the doctor watching his reaction.

The doctor shallows what could only be his anger, no one has spoken to him like this, so disrespectfully as Jimin has. The boys around the room looked between them with nerves, Jungkook on the other hand was hiding his smirk by biting his lip.

"Park Jimin you are here as a patient, you must understand that I am here to help you I'm not your enemy I am a friend." Jimin laughs, it was bitter and caught him off guard.

"A friend? You're calling yourself our friend! You're fucking unbelievable. You clearly know nothing about friendship if you actually believe this is one." Jimin looked around in shock, hard laughs escaping his lips.

"You are not our friend doctor Jung, you are the grim reaper who keeps us locked up, enchained in this belief that what we are is wrong, is disgusting. But I hate to break it to you Doctor we are not monsters, we are not a disease. We are just people who happen to like dick instead of pussy." Everyone gasped, a few trying to cover their laughter.

The doctor shot out of his seat, having enough of Jimin's filthy tongue. He storms over to him, almost pushing him off his chair.

"Now listen here Jimin, you are not in control, you are not the one with the power here I am. You will obey me, listen to me and take the advice you are given. I will not have anymore of your foul mouth or we will have problems. Do you understand me?" He asked through gritted teeth, the veins in his neck popping out.

Jimin didn't respond, didn't react to his little threats because they just didn't scare him. And this only pissed him off more, causing him to shake Jimin.

"Do you understand me!" He screams, everyone in the room could feel the thickness in the air.

"What if I don't? What if I refuse to listen? Will you kick me out? Let me go back home and leave this fucking place." Jimin held his ground, he promised himself he wasn't going to get torn down, broken.

The doctor scoffs, releasing him as he still pulsates with anger. He looks to him, a sinister grin laced to his lips.

"No Jimin, you will not be sent home until you are cured. But if therapy doesn't work for you we do have other methods, granted they are extreme but they might just work on you. Seeing as talking, confessing your mortal sins isn't working." His threat lingered in the air, everyone in the room shuddered, knowing exactly what other methods he was suggesting.

Jimin stayed silent for a moment, glancing to Jungkook whose eyes were now pleading for him to stop. He knew what would happen to him if he kept rebelling and it terrified him. Jimin sighs, realising maybe now wasn't the best to start a fight seeing as it was his first day.

"Fine, I'll do you're stupid therapy sessions." He struggled to spit out, hating himself for giving in.

"Good boy, see we've already made some progress isn't that great." The Doctor was back to his calm, repulsive cheery self.

Jimin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defeat. He released now just how hard the fight was, but he wasn't go to stop. Wasn't going to give into their cruel ideals. He was not letting anyone tell him who he was or who he should love. That was up to him and him alone.

..........
✊that's right Jimin you stay strong !! I'm in love with this book now, I just slammed this out & I couldn't be happier.

Also welcomed to those who've come from my arrest me book♥️ I love that book & already miss it.

Love you my psycho bunnies 🐰