Love and pain

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"You look so beautiful..." Beom kissed Jimins neck leaving small purple spots behind marking his property.

Jimin who was sitting on his lap, closed his eyes gripping onto Beom's T-shirt tightly. He loved it when Beom complimented him. It always made him feel like something special.

Softly he tugged Jimins T-shirt over Jimins head, freezing when the boy's upper body was revealed. Jimin noticed his change in behavior and quickly made Beom look at his face. "Look at my face..." Beom followed his order, making eye contact with Jimin.

"My body isn't that different from some girl's... try not to think about it too much..." He did his best seeming confident about it and breathed out relieved when Beom nodded.

Still his gaze lingered over Jimins chest long enough for it to trigger a feeling of shame over his own body. He knew that the other didn't mean to hurt him, but it still stung quite a bit, knowing that the person he loved despised your body, although he would never say it directly. Still he managed to somehow swallow the feeling of shame and smile at Beom reassuringly.

As he leaned down once again, clashing their lips together he tried pushing all his doubts aside, but the feeling of being somewhat dirty just ended up slipping into his subconscious, where it took roots growing without Jimin even noticing it.

"I love you..." He whispered caressing the other boy's cheek hoping for some sort of reassurance that it was okay to love him, because he loved him back.

"I love you, too." The heartwarming smile he received made him forget everything around him and fall even deeper in love with Beom. Forgetting everything that might happen around the two of them he passionately kissed the boy once more.

So what if Beom was straight to begin with? As long as their feelings were mutual Jimin would push any doubts aside and just unconditionally love his boyfriend, just the way he wanted to feel loved and Beom made him feel most of the time...

"Get the fuck out of here!"

Those couple of words managed to destroy my life in a matter of seconds, although the one they had been said to wasn't even me.

Beom who had been quiet the whole time, nodded and stood up from the table making his way over to his room.

Hastily Jimin followed after him, the stares of disgust following him, not going unnoticed. "You can stay with me... don't worry about it... I'm sure it will soon..." "Will you shut up just once." He yelled angrily, turning around to face Jimin for the first time in the last half hour. There were tears in the corners of his eyes. "This is your fucking fault; so can you please keep quiet at least until I'm done?!"

His behavior led to Jimin making a step back, biting his lip trying not to tear up.

He instantly seemed to regret talking to Jimin that way and made a step towards him pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say that. It's not your fault, so don't worry about it... everything's going to be okay..." He could hear just how distressed Beom was.

Sobbing Jimin leaned against him, burying his face in Beoms jacket. "I'm sorry... because of me your parents hate you..."

"They will get over it eventually. It's not like they can be pissed at this forever..." Beom assured, but he could hear the waver in his voice. He wasn't sure of what he was saying at all.

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