bite me~(Taekook) (Namjin) (Yoonmin)

naive

Jimin was tied to a chair in the basement. He started to cry. He hates how naive he is. He just wishes he wasn't so naive.

Tae: you're just so gullible and stupid. Of course you'd fall for my trap. You're a fucking idiot.

Jimin: please... Let me go...

Tae had a knife in his hand. He lifted Jimins chin up with it. Jimin was just sobbing while looking at Tae.

Jimin: I'm sorry Tae... I'm sorry for being so annoying... Sensitive... Dumb... And a freak...

Tae: you've always been a freak. You just couldn't accept you were.

Ever since Jimin could remember. Tae has always been abusive towards him. He didn't know how friends should act. 16 years ago was when they became "friends" they were both seven. Even though Jimin was two months older then Tae, he still acted younger.

Jimin: I got this plushie from my mommy and daddy!

Jimin was telling his teacher that. He was close to his teachers but not to kids his own age. During recess, Jimin was squeezing and squishing the plushie as it was soft and durable. Tae then came over to him.

Tae: who gave that to you?

Jimin: my mommy and daddy did! See?

He showed Tae the plushie. Tae just snatched it from him.

Jimin: hey! That's mine!

Tae: I know that. I'm just looking at it. It's cute. Where did they get it from?

Jimin: it was a birthday gift for me! I birthday was yesterday!

Tae: and you didn't invite me? Wow. How mean. That's not how you treat friends.

Jimin: friends?

Tae: we're friends now.

Jimin: really?!

Tae: yup.

Jimin: okay!

Jimin smiled. Tae also smiled.

Tae: friends also share so let me have this plushie.

Jimin: but, it was a gift.

Tae: so? Only good friends give each other things.

Jimin: but.. That's my plushie...

It was a little yellow chicken plushie. Jimin loved it.

Tae: no. I want it. It's mine now.

Jimin: but it's mine!

Tae: do you not want a friend?

Jimin: but I want it back!

Tae shocked Jimin to the ground. Tae walked towards him.

Tae: stop whining. It's annoying. Take your dumb plushie.

Jimin takes it. Jin was eight turning nine around this time. He saw what happened. He helped Jimin up.

Jin: you okay sweetie?

Jimin: yes.

Jin: just ignore mean kids like that.

Jimin: okay.

Jin: I'm Jin by the way.

Jimin: I'm Jimin.

Jin: I like your plushie. I collect those kinds as well. You know there's a rare mochi one that only pop up randomly in stores but go away after a day.

Jimin: really? Which days?

Jin: random days.

Jimin: that's cool! Can I see yours?

Jin: if course. You can come by my house and I'll show you.

Jimin: are we friends?

Jin: yes. Of course.

Jimin: thank you hyungie!

Jin blushed at the nickname. He felt special. Jimin hugged him tightly.

Tae was awful to Jimin but Jimin saw it as normal. Things only got worse in high school...