Evergreen

30: "you were with Taehyung"

Song Recommendation: Super Rich Kids (Frank Ocean)

Spring Break

*3rd Person Pov*

A few members of the dance team decided to go along with Jimin's idea and stay in Korea and have a campout. Of course, since everyone was a descendant of super-rich parents, it was not your typical campout. They had an entire house with land and a lake where they could set out tents if they wanted to. None of the dancers were too fond of bugs and wild animals.

Jimin & Taehyung:

"Babe, did you put the bug spray in my bag?" Taehyung questioned his boyfriend while making a mental checklist.

"Yea it's in the front pocket with the sunscreen," Jimin was sitting on the edge of the bed lacing up his sneakers.

The younger nodded his head as he went to go and make sure the item was in the location his boyfriend said it was.

"Okay I think we got everything," he crossed bug spray off of his list when he saw it in his bag, exactly where he was told.

"You ready?" Jimin was finished with his shoes and walking towards his boyfriend, and closing any space that was previously between them. He did that a lot. It was almost as if he felt that if he wasn't practically body-to-body with Tae he would lose him. Yes, the insecurity was still there. Regardless of how much it was proven to him that Taehyung was finally his, he couldn't help it.

*FLASHBACK*

"Take the pills Jimin" a hasty and dark voice spoke from behind.

"Sungwoo, I just took five different pills," the boy was feeling dizzy and way too out of his mind to even consume another substance.

"Stop being a pussy! I bet Jae would do it," Sungwoo peer-pressured even more

He knew that one mention of his best friend who he previously cheated on Jimin would set ablaze in the younger's entire being.

Jimin was sitting on the floor, slumped over the coffee table with drool hanging from his mouth while his boyfriend towered over him spewing hurtful comments.

Jimin gathered the little strength he could and reached for a few pills he did not even know the name of and slid them in his mouth, dry.

"Good boy, use this to wash it down," he handed Jimin a bottle of soju.

The combination of the burning sensation from the liquor and the pills filled the boy's throat.

"You look so pretty like this," Sungwoo's voice turned sultry as he lifted up Jimin's face with his fingers.

Jimin was out of  it. His eyes were droopy and red and drool was coming from his mouth.

He had no strength to even respond. He had no strength to do anything. Not even when Sungwoo unzipped his jeans and forced himself unto him.

He was 16.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

"It's going to take about 3 hours to get there so we should head out," Taehyung was grabbing as many things as he could to avoid climbing up and down the flight of stairs at his house, well his father's house.

Speaking of him, Taehyung hasn't spoken to him much since their little incident.

He made it a habit of avoiding him, spending all his free time at Jimin's house. But now he was home, and so was his father, and he would have to face him given the fact his father was in the kitchen scolding a maid.