Virgin ·˚ ༘₊▯TAEKOOK▯

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Title :- Melancholy .

"Urghhhh!" Taehyung groaned as something was wet down there . He snuggled more into the soft sheets of his bed , trying to get away from the sticky feeling .

Taehyung , the 16 year old boy , is an intersex male , he is one of the rarest people because he got the luck to have the sexiest body and the bestest features according to people . But more of it feels like a curse to him .

"Good morning mum!" He greeted his mother as he reached downstairs after taking careful steps as he was too wet and was feeling so sticky . He wasn't able to clean himself up , his mother yelled at him continuously asking him to come down and have his breakfast .

"Well for normal people it is noon Mr kim but i guess for you , as a prince , it might be morning right ?" She said sarcastically yet with a strict tone.

"And k , here we go again" . Taehyung mumbled to himself while taking a seat on the dining table , he was again lost in his thoughts of how to get rid of this house and these people .

"I wonder why we don't move out , yes parents and all are important but i really wanna move out from here like kids from other countries . I wish I was Australian or French , even better . " He thought while grabbing the chop sticks .

"Eomma it is just 10 in the morning and that too Sunday morning . I had too much work with school but now I got to rest ." Taehyung voiced out trying to defend himself .

"Well , I think that you must stop studying , as it gives you too much pain . Do you perhaps break stones there in university ? At your age , I had you and worked on a farm and even managed all household works ." She taunted with a sarcastic smile her hands placed on her hip bone and walked over to the kitchen after .

"So you want me to do the same ?" He just thought that coz if he would say that out loud probably his ass would be whooped .

"Well your breakfast is on the table, eat if you want and after that go study." She yelled in a higher voice so that Taehyung could hear .

"Yeah mom". He mumbled slowly and started eating the classic Korean breakfast "Fried Rice with pumpkin porridge."

He chewed on his lips trying to hold back his tears , the rice stuck on his throat not wanting to slide down the walls of his esophagus . He sniffed and took a deep breath trying to console himself .

His parents are supportive over his body , it was so tough for them but he is their own blood so how can they not accept him . When he was born they thought it's a baby girl , cute little lovely but their world spinned when the doctor informed them about him being a rare baby. As Taehyung grew up he thought his parents hated him because of him being different . Even though he was their only child .

After his breakfast he went to his room to clean himself up . As he always tries to pleasure himself , just to sidaway the thoughts that makes him feel neglected everyday but that ain't helpful , it is just for some second and he again starts craving , for more .

Something that he can't even define in words .

At first he was just curious so he touched himself out of excitement , But now he is getting addicted to it somehow. He was disgusted but now it is just his escape .

He stood in front of the mirror staring at his own reflection with the same thoughts going all over his mind ~

Just like you would collect the stamps , i will collect myself ;

The way you always stare the moon reckless , i stare myself helpless.

Oh how bad i want you to caress me , the way you always do to them ;

Sometimes with your hands , while the other with your eyes .