black blood

one

Jimin had just finished packing, with the help of taehyung. they hauled the last box into the trunk, and jimin sighs in exhaust.

the two walk back to jimins drjveway, and the younger gives jimin one last smile before hugging him.

"I'm gonna miss you, jimin," he says softly, and jimin purses his lips.

"man, I'll miss you but not busan," jimin replies, placing a hand on taehyungs shoulder.

the younger opens his arms, to which jimin submits and hugs him, and the hug lasts a while.

"I'll call you, taehyung," jimin says as the two part. taehyung nods, suppressing his sadness as he watches jimin get into the passengers seat of his mom's car.

the car ride had been mostly silent, until a thought occurred to jimin.

"eomma, when do I start school?" he asks, turning to his mother, who was focused on the road.

"tomorrow. it's a public school. I heard daegu high schools are a lot different than busan's," she comments, and jimin nods.

he really hoped it was the good kind of different.

his mom wasn't too old, somewhere in between fourty three and fourty four. she looked quite young, and attracted many men, but her heart still lasted with the man that died a year ago.

jimin always refused to talk about it. it made him terribly emotional, and he'd really have to trust someone to talk about it with them.

thats why only taehyung knew.

sure jimin had plenty of friends, plenty of people hed gotten up close and personal with, and plenty of people hated him, but he only really trusted his mother and taehyung.

jimin and his mother really did think it was the best thing to move.

they wanted to start fresh. his mother wanted to start a new job and get to know new people for who she is outside of her husband.

jimins grades had fallen drastically, so his mother wanted to get him a fresh start too and hopefully he would pick up his grades.

jimin needed a fresh start. he hated who he was known as in busan.

people used him, toyed with him, only needed him for their sexual needs. people saw him as a sex object, and at first god he loved it, but not anymore.

well, deep down he was still painfully addicted to sex and he was down to do freaky shit anytime, and he knew he was a slut, but he didnt want to be.

he had also tried killing himself on multiple occasions and people glamorized the whole 'being hopeless and in need of sexual pleasure to cheer him up,' thing. people knew he was probably always on the bridge of breaking.

he was always sarcastic, down to joke with anyone. he was hot as fuck and got along well with everyone, and he knew it too. but he just had such a bad image that he wanted to change.

he didnt want to stand out for the worse anymore.

he wanted to be smart, and pursue his dream of dancing without being sexualized and fucked in the dance studio after everyone left.

he wanted to be seen for his personality, and not his body and his looks and his kinks like he was before.

he wanted to stop being slut shamed, looked down upon, and shamed in general. he wanted people to stop thinking they were better than him.

he wanted people to respect his boundaries and know that he wouldn't have sex with them at their beck and call, but he always knew if someone needed a quick fuck he would come running.

but he was always in fucking denial.

hopefully with his new fresh start he could be an average high school student.

but god he knew it was going to be god damn tough.

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im always so tired but i can never sleep wtf