Jimin walked through the halls of his new school, fear seeping in from what could possibly happen. He had always been a victim of bullying ever since his pre-school days. All because of the one disability that he had; the one that caused him to resent his very existence.

But things would be different this time. He was going to start afresh. There was nothing that anyone could say that would hold him down. There was nothing stopping him!

Well that is, except for one small thing...

He was lost.

"Excuse me~" Jimin said tapping someone, who was supposedly a student from his school, on the shoulder. "Could you please tell me the way to the principal's office?"

"Uh. Go down the hall and then take a left."

"But that's the way to the entrance."

"It's also used as an exit, kid." The male said, looking at the male through half-lidded eyes. "Scram."

Pushing aside what the boy meant he decided to play it dumb. He tilted his head to the right giving him a slightly confused smile.

"I'm sorry. I don't quite understand you but could you please take me to the principal's office?"

Heaving out a heavy sigh, the stranger slightly massaged the bridge of his nose before shifting his attention back to Jimin. Giving him a slight nod for affirmation, he turned around and began walking.

The two walked in silence until the boy before Jimin suddenly came to a halt. He stopped before another student who stood few inches taller than him.

"Hey, Tae. Take this kid to the principal's office."

Saying so the boy walked off, leaving two utterly confused males behind.

"Did you do something?" The male next to Jimin suddenly spoke up as he led the latter to the office.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. It's just that he doesn't usually help people."

"Well, he did seem really pissed off when I asked him for help." Jimin said thoughtfully.

"Oh, I'm Kim Taehyung, by the way." The male said stretching out a hand. "That dude's cousin... sadly."

"I'm Jimin. Park Jimin." The latter responded, taking the male's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Jiminie. Let's be friends."

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

The boy then stopped before a door, doing a majestic bow before it though unneeded.

"We have arrived at our destination."

"Uh... Thanks."

Jimin flashed a crescent-eyed smile to the other before making his way to the door.

"Um... Tae? May I ask you a question?"

"Tae accepts the challenge for a Q&A session."

"W-Who was that guy from before?"

"Oh him? He's a third year in our school, Min Yoongi."

-

All the first years of the school were headed to the auditorium for an orientation program. And despite the possibility of it being a total snooze fest... Jimin felt rather happy. There had been no problems so far and he was able to make two friends. One was his seat mate, Jeon Jungkook and the other was, surprisingly, his classmate Kim Taehyung.

"Hey, hon. Come over here for a second." One of the seniors called out.

Confused, Jimin pointed to himself while mouthing the words, 'Me?'.

"Yes, you."

Asking Tae and Jungkook to go ahead, Jimin walked up to the senior.

"You a first year?"

"Y-Yes... Senior."

"Then you do know that first years are supposed to respect their seniors don't you?"

"Yes, senior."

"Good that you know. Now go buy me a cherry-milk drink form the vending machine. It's the one that makes your lips look red and pretty."

Jimin smiled awkwardly at the senior as he took the money for the drink.

Who'd want a drink that makes their lips look pretty?

He walked through the empty halls in search for a vending machine, finally finding one outside the cafeteria. He inserted the coins into the slot and began searching for the drink.

"Cherry milk, cherry milk, cherry milk..." Jimin muttered to himself as he scanned the array of beverages in the machine. He couldn't find the drink even after scanning all of the machine's contents over and over again.

What do I do now?

He had already inserted the coins into the machine so there was no way he could get them back. The boy was practically broke for having treated Tae and Kook to lunch out of joy for having them as friends. He couldn't even go back because that senior would probably kill him if he returned empty handed.

Jimin was snapped out of his trail of thoughts when he heard a beeping sound. He turned to see where the sound came from and saw the senior from whom he had asked directions earlier.

Wait wha- Did he just buy a drink with the money that that senior gave me?

"Um... The money actually-"

"He's fine with cherry kool aid. Anything that would make his lips look red is fine." He said casually as he bent down to retrieve the drink.

"I-Is this really the drink that he wanted?"

"It's something similar to it. Don't bother yourself about him though, he just pretends to look tough."

"Ah, I see. Thank you for helping me out again." Jimin said reaching out to retrieve the drink from the older's hand. This task however failed. For the only thing Jimin could do was stare in shock as the hand, which held the drink, moved away from his own. He stared in shock as it moved up to the male's lips. And he stared in shock as the male began intake of the drink.

"What?" The senior finally asked after taking a dramatically long sip of the drink.

"Y-You just- That drink was for- Oh, damn I'm screwed..."

"Don't give any shit about what that senior asks of you. Just tell him that I took it."

"But-"

"Just do it." He said. The tone used sending chills down the other's spine.

"Y-Yes senior."

"Tch. Don't call me that. It makes me feel like I'm someone with an overruling personality."

But you do have one. Jimin thought to himself, though his face still held his crescent-eye smile.

"Call me Yoongi instead."

"Um... Okay, Yoongi... Hyung..." Jimin replied. He said the last word as quietly as possible, not feeling too free about denying the use of honourifics towards a person who he had just met.

The older just let out a soft chuckle at the behaviour of the younger. He slightly ruffled his hair and gave his head a little pat.

"That's fine too."

He then turned around to leave but then stopped in his tracks upon remembering something.

"Ah... And if he ever asks you to buy cherry drinks again... Just check for the ones that have lip colouring notices in the bottom. You don't necessarily have to look for red ones."

"Okay, hyung. Thanks for that."

The older just lazily waved his statement off as a sign of 'no problem', and walked off. Jimin stood in the same place, his smile not leaving his face. Then all of a sudden his face fell at the realisation of something.

D-Does he know? No, he couldn't possibly- I never even showed any signs of it... I think I'm just imagining things...

Jimin decided to wave off the incident as merely a coincidence and made his way back to the auditorium to find that senior.

-

"Hon, I'm not in the mood for games right now. I need my daily dose of cherry milk."

"I'm sorry, senior. But someone took it from me."

"I know, hon. You've repeated the same sentence twice already." He said, adding as much sass in his words as he possibly could. "Who was the boy? That person could use some serious schooling about how not to mess with the 'Kim Seokjin'."

"M-Min Yoongi... hyung."

"Min- WHAT!? That idiot! What did he tell you? Repeat the same exact words to me, hon."

Jimin slightly cringed at the older male's over usage of the word hon but then complied to his request.

"Don't bother yourself about him though, he just pretends to look tough."

"That little shit-"

"Who? Me?"

"Oh. Yoongi."

"Yeah. Hi." The male replied, as dry as he possibly could. "So... How's our deal coming along?"

"Five. It would've been six had you not butted in."

"You got just five juniors to do your work? I got twenty."

"Yeah right."

"Want me to call for them?"

Huffing the male leaned back not knowing what else to say to the other.

"Fine. You win."

The latter did a slight victory dance but upon realisation of the younger's presence, straightened up.

"You may go now, Chim. Else you'll miss out on the first year's briefing-"

"Wait. Did I just hear that right?" A voice suddenly interrupted, causing Yoongi to roll his eyes.

"What is it this time?"

"Okay, Yoongs-"

"Don't call me that."

"Fine. Yoongi... Explain this. It took me my whole first year to get you to say the word Hobi and about two more months to get you to call me that! And now what? I waltz towards you, happily humming to 'Ice cream cake', and find you calling, and might I quote, 'a first year who you just met', by his nickname. How is that fair to me? Did he like pay you for it? Is he loaded? And why'd I have to spend so much time just to get you to say my name then? It took longer then two months for you to recognise me by my name and not 'sun fucker'!"

"Well, that description did fit you quite well."

"Excuse me what?" Hoseok asked, eyes wide  and expression deeply offende. "How could I possibly fit the term sun fucker?"

"Cause you enjoy fucking hot stuff?" Yoongi said awkwardly, showing him finger guns.

"Mind if I point out the topic of this argument?"

"Fine. He's just interesting, okay?" Yoongi said when he finally saw Jimin being dragged away by two other first years.

Hoseok's face suddenly lit up to its brightest extent upon hearing the older's words.

"He piqued your interest?"

"Go live in you day dreams, Hobi. It's not like that. Besides, the kid seems straight."

"So you even had the time to think such thoughts."

Getting sick of him, Yoongi did the most unimaginable thing on planet earth... He shifted his attention to Jin's ranting about the whole world ignoring his existence.

-

Jimin was in a mess right now. He had been forcefully made to join a community&school service club by a certain senior who introduced himself as Jimin's hope. And right now, he couldn't ask for a better time to tell the world of his disability.

They had all been divided into groups by their club leader, Kim Namjoon, and Jimin was asked to paint the fences of their school's neighbouring park. The older specifically instructed him on which pattern he was supposed to paint the fence but it was of no help.

Upon continues begging, the older finally complied to do the work himself but then had to go find another when he 'accidentally' broke one of the fences while trying to paint it.

Jimin groaned in frustration as he stared at the cans of paint on the ground. He was so confused as to what had to be done. He couldn't get help from his parents and there was no one else who knew of his disability.

The boy sat of the park bench, staring so intently at the cans of paint that a figure who had been scribbling on the fences went by unnoticed.

Finally looking up, Jimin saw the man who had been scribbling on the fences. The frustration from his chore left his blood to boil and he vented out his anger on the stranger.

"Hey! Those fences are public property, you asshole! You can't just fucking go around scribbling on them!"

Oddly though, instead of getting scared, the man began to laugh. Really hard. Now Jimin was the one who was scared.

The man walked up to him, still chuckling away, till he stopped about a feet away from where Jimin stood.

"Has anyone ever told you that you sound like a little kitten mewing when you curse instead of sounding terrifying?"

Jimin involuntarily let out a slight pout at the statement then shifted his attention back to why he had raised his voice.

"Why were you scribbling on the fence anyway? You do know that it could get you into trouble don't you?" He asked. This time, with a softer tone upon realisation of who it was.

"You'll be thankful." He said nonchalantly as he picked up one of the two cans of paint.

"What do you mean by that, Yoongi hyung?" Jimin asked, picking up the other one.

"Paint the ones I marked red, the one in my hands, and the others blue, the one you're holding."

"Oh. Thanks for that, hyung. I really needed help with that-" Jimin suddenly stopped his sentence midway when he began to realise something. Yoongi had already placed his can of paint close to the one of the boards he had marked, and had began to make his exit when Jimin held him back.

"Hyung." He said in a serious tone. One that he had never known he had in him. Yoongi's face grew serious as well upon recognition of the tone.

"You know about the fact that I can't differentiate between colours don't you?"

"Yeah I do." The older said, 'as a matter of factly'.

"H-How?"

"You think I wouldn't notice someone who got directions to search for a green door, going around and asking almost every stranger in the hallway for the way to the principal's office?"

"And y-you're not going ill treat me about it? Bully or emotionally crush me?"

"How old do I look like to you?" Yoongi asked, knitting his eyebrows together. "I'm old enough to know what kind of things need to be dissed and what kind of things don't. And besides... It doesn't really matter if you can't differentiate colours that well. Everybody has their flaws."

"So it doesn't matter if I have colour blindness?"

"I don't know which middle school you're from but in this high school, that really doesn't matter. Try sharing the fact with your friends. Hoseok's not a bad option either. See if they act differently after finding out. Worst case, if they do anything wrong to you... You know where to find me."

"No I don't."

"Exactly."

Jimin giggled cheerily as he watched the retreating back of the older. So there were still people out there who accepted him despite his disability.

Maybe Tae and Kook will understand too.

Jimin smiled happily as he began to paint the fence, his smile never leaving his face. There was someone who understood him... Someone who accepted him for who he was... He couldn't have been happier.

Or maybe... Just maybe...

It was because that person had somehow turned out to be the one senior who he had began to develop feelings for.