Chapter 10

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When Taehyung still wasn't back after two days with none of his friends knowing where he possibly could be and not picking up his phone or responding to any text messages, not even reading them, Jimin called Taehyung's parents. Something that both hurt and was quite relieving at the same time.

Taehyung was staying with them for the time being. They explained that he wanted to take a bit of break off college stress but Jimin knew what it actually was. When he asked whether he could talk to him his parents explained that Taehyung didn't want to. That kind of hurt, but Jimin knew Taehyung had to be hurting ten times more so he simply sucked it up.

Instead of mourning over how Taehyung didn't want to talk to him and knowing that they would eventually do it anyways he spent most of his day reading books from the library, trying to educate himself on the whole tentacle thing.

For the first time in years the whole idea behind it didn't seem simply scary. Having tentacles did sound pretty cool actually. Jimin learnt how wrong the fact that they were perceived as rapey by the public was.

The chances of one of them being pushed to the point where they would go and rape someone were very low and the fact that it did happen sometimes just showed how fucked up their society was. Because apparently it was part of their genetics that they were pretty damn good natured, which certainly showed on Taehyung, and it was almost impossible to push them past that breaking point.

He read that they had to feel incredibly lonely and out of place in addition to immense amounts of hatred for them to lose control and let their tentacles go crazy.

Jimin started feeling bad for that species. They were pushed out of society due to a couple of rumors and because people feared what they didn't know. Jimin had been one of these stupid people who never bothered looking deeper.

He swore he'd try to make things right once Taehyung was back. As days passed Jimin thought only about Taehyung. About how much he cared about the boy and he really hoped that things wouldn't be different now.

After Jimin left that day, Taehyung couldn't bear being in that room anymore. Everything in there reminded him of Jimin. In addition to that he was keeping Jimin out of his own room. He didn't want to make the boy uncomfortable with his presence and neither was he ready to face him again, so he simply packed the most important things in the room into his small suitcase before calling his parents and asking them whether he could come home for a week or something like that.

Saying he spent the days at his parents' home enjoying the nature and his hometown would have been a lie. He was miserable. Everything here reminded him of Jimin and the time they had spent together and he really tried to block all of his thoughts out but of course they'd come back. Sometimes when he was lying in bed, trying to sleep, or when he was going on one of these short walks with his parents, his head kept going back to the lost friendship. He'd hoped Jimin would never find out. The look of fear and disgust on Jimin's face had burned itself into Taehyung's eyes. Just like the way Mina had looked at him when she found out. The only difference was that while Mina had just hurt his self-confidence, Jimin had ripped his heart out.

Why did it hurt so bad?

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