"W-What?" Taehyung asked bewildered. His heart was beating like crazy. "W-Why?"

"Don't you feel it too?" Jimin asked, finally leaving Taehyung's neck and watching him with teary eyes. "D-Don't you feel this weird sensation when we're together?"

Taehyung in fact felt that weird sensation Jimin was talking about.

"All the time." He admitted. Caressing Jimin's soft cheek.

"Then you're gay too." Jimin flashed a small smile. He liked not being rejected.

"I never thought about that." Taehyung admitted as he grabbed Jimin's small waist, guiding his hips to move. "I just know I like you. That's my sexuality." Taehyung gave him a boxy smile and Jimin smiled too until he felt something weird in his lower back.

Taehyung's long fingers were roaming around Jimin's most private parts.

"Taetae, w-what are you doing?" Jimin panted.

"Do you trust me?" Taehyung's voice sounded different. Jimin felt weak.

"Yes. Yes, of course." Jimin gulped down, liking that weird feeling of being touched there for the very first time.

Taehyung circled Jimin's heat for minutes. Admiring how sensitive Jimin was, trembling and moaning. When Taehyung was ready to finally put the finger in, Jimin let out a weird noise and collapsed on top of Taehyung's chest.

Taehyung was confused. What had happened?

"That was amazing." Jimin sighed in content. "Does that count as sex?"

Taehyung's eyes widened when he realized that Jimin had cum just by being touched. Taehyung started laughing when he watched the semen floating in the water.

"Why are you laughing?" Jimin pouted.

"You're really something else." Taehyung chuckled as he tried to stand up. "Come on. We have to shower again. This was messy."

Jimin didn't question it and just stood up. They finally decided that a bath was not a good idea. So they took a quick shower. But Taehyung was still painfully hard after the shower.

Taehyung was putting on some boxers he borrowed from Jimin while the latter was drying his blond hair in front of the mirror.

Taehyung didn't notice the way Jimin was watching him as he dried his hair. Jimin bit his lip, noticing that Taehyung still had a bulge between his legs.

He has made me feel good twice, asking nothing in return. Jimin unplugged the hair dryer and walked to where Taehyung was, close to his bed.

"Does it hurt?" Jimin asked.

"What hurts?" Taehyung asked, following the other's gaze. "Oh, that. It hurts a little." He lied. It was painful.

"What can I do to help you?" Jimin whispered and Taehyung chuckled, having some ideas in mind.

"Nothing, sweetheart. You're not ready for this." He smiled. "Baby steps, ok?"

"Alright." Jimin grinned. "But if you ever need something, you just tell me how to do it and I'll help you."

"How thoughtful." Taehyung grinned too.

Jimin walked to his nightstand and noticed he had fifteen missed calls from mom and dad. Jimin sighed.

"I bet they already know." Jimin plopped on the bed and Taehyung did the same after putting his pants and shirt on. "How am I going to explain this?"

"You have nothing to explain."

"I do. When they see that painting they're going to freak out. They'll ask me why I'm called a slut, and I'm sure the principal will tell them about me being called ugly things."

"They'll understand. And, if they're good parents, they'll realize they can't blame you at all, they have to blame all the mean people who hurt you."

"That's why I'm scared. What if they don't understand that I'm the victim here?"

"They will." Taehyung said as if he was trying to convince himself. "And if they don't, you'll always have me."

Jimin smiled. "And that's just enough."

Their happiness lasted too short. The door opened and Jimin's parents were there. Their eyes fixated on Jimin and Taehyung hugging on the bed.

"M-Mom!" Jimin sat up. He thanked God because they were both wearing clothes.

"Jimin." His father shook his head. "Come down with us. We need to talk."

"And I would appreciate if you leave this house, Taehyung." His mom said.

Both boys froze.

Did they know?

"Mom, he did nothing wrong. Why are you treating him like this?"

"I know. But this is between us."

"Don't worry, Jimin's mommy. I'm leaving."

Taehyung stood up and left against his will. He didn't want Jimin to go through this alone, knowing how scared he was.

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"We were in the principal's office." His dad announced as they all were sitting in the table. Jimin looking at his feet. "I lost the count of how many times we've been there since you were a kid."

"And why is it always you and Taehyung? We've always thought he was a good influence, but now we're thinking otherwise."

"What are you saying? He's always there because he's my friend."

"He always gets in fights." His mom retorted.

"Defending me!" Jimin fired back.

"Well, learn to defend yourself, Jimin!" His father smashed his fist against the wooden table and Jimin and his mom flinched. They were not a violent family. His parents were the best. What was happening?

"All these years I've been telling you to fight back and what were you doing?" His dad spat. "Posing to be painted naked?" His father smiled bitterly.

"I-I was not nak-"

"Shut up!" His dad stood up, looking straight at Jimin's eyes. "I didn't raise a coward. I made a mistake when I changed you from school for you to be with Taehyung. He made you weak. He made you something you're not." With every word Jimin grew angrier. "Because of him you are being targeted at school as a slut, as a bitch, as a fag! He's the one to blame!" He yelled. Even Jimin's mom was scared.

"Calm down, you're scaring him. I know we have to scold him, but not like this-"

"Scold me?" Jimin asked with tears in his eyes, but they were from rage. "Scold me because I'm being bullied in school? Scold me because I'm being mistreated all the time?" Jimin stood up too and looked up at his dad's mad face. "Then go ahead, make me more miserable. Go against your only child instead of protecting me from all the damage I go through in life."

"Don't make yourself the victim. You allowed this to happen because you can't be a man for once!"

"Not all men are the same!" Jimin's voice cracked because he was so angry. "I'm sorry I'm not like you and I'm not the boy you wanted, but I don't like arguing. I am sensitive and I hate fights. I'm sorry for not being enough man." Jimin's tears rolled down.

His mom tried to touch his arm in a comforting way, but Jimin backed up. Hurt was evident in his eyes. His worst nightmare came true. His own parents betrayed him.

Jimin ran upstairs and locked himself in his room. He still heard his father's voice.

"Yes, lock yourself in the room we gave you, with all the stuff I provided to you. I gave you the best life and you repay me like this!"

It hurt.

Jimin preferred a punch in his face than those words that felt like knives. He could forget the pain from being hit, but he knew he would never forget those words.

He forbid himself to cry. He had cried enough. He just sat on his bed for hours until he was sure that his parents and the whole neighborhood were sleeping.

Jimin picked up a backpack that he had bought years ago and saved in it a few clothes that Taehyung and other of his friends have gifted him though the years. He didn't want to carry stuff that felt like didn't belong to him anymore.

My parents can keep them if they want. Jimin thought as he hung up the calling he had done. He placed his phone on the nightstand and went downstairs. He opened the front door and looked back to what he believed was his home for years. He felt the urge to cry, but he stepped out and closed the door quietly before he could regret his decision.

He adjusted the scarf that Yoongi had given him years ago, thanking him because the night was cold. He started running until he couldn't see his neighborhood anymore. He ran for a long time and then watched the house he was looking for.

At the front door there was a sleepy-looking boy, waiting for him. When Jimin reached him, he smiled with his bunny teeth.

"You have a lot to explain." Jungkook hugged him, greeting him to his home.

Jimin thanked him and got inside his house with a new mindset.

He was going to show his dad that he was enough man to live without him.