remember me

*Twelve*

It was cruel and twisted, his fate.

How they looked at him, it wasn't as before.

"Kid?" Seokjin pulled him from his agony. "Do you-.."

"Y-you" his arms held around himself, trying to find comfort somewhere. "this isn't real...no, I..." he shook his head, looking back and forth between the two who mattered most. "You don't know me?"

"I'm sorry-.." Jimin said again.

"I'm sorry" he quickly bowed cutting Jimin off. His body moving on its own as he apologized to them, bowing for each apology. Eyes, desperate and scared looked to Taehyung and Jimin once more before running out.

The confusion of the events had stunned the four, allowing the younger the time to flee the apartment. By the time they realized he was gone it was too late.

"Ughhh what just happened?" Hoseok questioned allowed. "Do we know him? He called me Hobi, only you three call me that"

"...Minnie.." Jimin mumbled looking down at his pinkie where his and Tae's thread was connected. "Why did he call me that?"

Taehyung hadn't spoken, all the while he was lost in thought. This feeling was forming quickly in his gut, it felt guilty and unsure. Like he had made a terrible mistake. Also the feeling of a strong tightening around his pinkie, he felt that. Now it was gone but he was sure he had felt it.

...Jeon Jungkook...

Who was he?

"Hobi, keep tabs on him, make sure he gets home too" Jin walked out after that.

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How long had passed since then?

Jungkook ended up on that bridge again. Succumbing to his own fate once more, only this time when he went to step off a hand had stopped him. Pulling him back until he was collapsing onto the hard surface.

Hoseok.

He was mad, infuriated.

His once Hyung who was now a stranger ended up being the one who drove him back to his home, the long three hour drive where he was sure his ears would be bleeding by how hard he was lectured on the fragility of life and how it should be treasured. He was sure if Hoseok knew the truth that it wouldn't have been that harsh, that he would have been understood instead of judged.

Maybe if Hoseok knew he wouldn't be holding his forearm and ringing the doorbell to his aunts home. That was the last he saw of him for a while.

What a fate that was designed for him...

That was two years ago. He was now an adult, eighteen and independent once again.

The path his life took this time was as heartbreaking as his last. Though this time he never allowed himself to fall victim of sexual assault, but to him this new life was far worse. Because in this one he had no hope.

Two years was a long time. Mostly he wallowed in his own pain. Stuck mourning his reason for living that was torn away from him. However he had an epiphany one day. If he couldn't be with them, well, that was ok. But maybe he could watch over them, see them from time to time.

Therefore he worked hard, studied and learned. Ended up earning himself a scholarship. Even got himself a couple part time jobs to pay for a small apartment that didn't have a perverted building manager that would stalk him. The building he lived in was in better condition too, far better. It was a small little building made especially for students like him.

He had cut all ties with his aunt, they had nothing to do with each other after he left for college. His teacher he stayed far away from. He ended up sending in an anonymous tip to the school board and the teacher ended up being investigated and with some findings he was terminated. It seemed that Jungkook wasn't his only intended victim.