IM PARK JIMIN HI. I’m 16 years old and I’m very gay oof. I came to this shit school hoping for the best after endless bullying at my old school. So cliché, I know. But this school is just as bad as the last one. I was getting physically and mentally hurt and lunch was always a mess. I thought of not going to lunch but I have to eat or else my stomach will rumble like a train going over the rails. The tables are always full except for one that a blacked haired bot sits at. He’s a bit weird but he doesn’t bully me or tell me to leave so it had become a routine for us to sit together at lunch. In fact, he doesn’t really tell me anything at all. I usually do all the talking but he listens and comforts me when I’ve had a particularly bad and I’m crying. He’s so handsome, if I may add. He’s got a dark and brooding look and the knowing look in his eyes is very attractive. He told me his name and it is the most beautiful name I’ve ever heard. Min Yoongi. Isn’t it lovely? I think I might be falling for him. He’s so much more different than all of the judgmental pricks at this school. He’s intelligent and special. I can just tell. I’ve never liked things that were included in the norm of society and he is definitely out of the normal. Maybe that’s I’m gay and dress in soft pastel colors in contrast to the boring browns and grays that other boys wear. Yoongi wears all black and it suits him well. My mom’s husband wears black too, but it does not suit him. Nothing suits a dick. He is not my dad and he never will be. My dad left when I was 8 but he still sends me a birthday card every year without fail and I still have his brown leather jacket. He is a wise man and I miss him, but I know one day I’ll see him again. To me, my mom’s boyfriend will always just be “Mingyu who blatantly stares at my ass whenever he gets the chance”. My mom pretends not to notice and that’s bullshit but oh well. All they care about is their perfect house and their perfect marriage and their perfect twins, Seungkwan and Vernon. All’s well though because they don’t bully me for being the way I am and the babies’ heads smell good. I like to buy cute things to wear but now I have someone to impress at school so I’ve been getting a bit bold.
One day, when I was on my way to lunch, the shitheads caught up to me and started pummeling me harder than ever because I wore my new baby blue sweater and what I thought was very subtle pink lip gloss to show it off to Yoongi. They shoved me in a large garbage can and left laughing their asses off. I heard the lunch bell ring, signaling that lunch was over and I just cried in my garbage can. Maybe I’d just stay there and live the rest of my life in the comfort of the garbage can. I was in the middle of my crying when I felt a pair of arms lift me out and put me on their back. I knew it was my cutie Yoongi that had come to save me. I buried my face into his back. He smelled good. I noticed that he didn’t take me to my class but instead out of the school which was fine by me. I wondered where he was going to take us since he didn’t know where I lived but I hoped he would take us to his house. My hopes were granted their wish as I saw him carry me into a strange house with lots of windows. I wondered about it but decided on not saying anything and burying my face in the crook of his neck and before I knew it I was being laid on what I presumed to be his bed. I stared at the white ceiling. This is shit. Not his ceiling. My life. My life is shit. I felt him sit on the end of the bed. I frowned and let my thoughts consume me. Why should I have to put up with the emotional and physical abuse? I’m a human, for god’s sake. I shouldn’t have to. Why am I the chosen one to receive this? Why can’t the next kid have gotten my life? Ah, look at me complaining. My life is what it is and I won’t get anywhere by whining, as much fun as that is. I’m going to fix my life. I want to leave this town, I cant do anything by being here… If I want to leave so bad… why don’t I? What’s stopping me? No transport. Yoongi has a car, right? Or his dad does. I’ll take him with me! Me, Yoongi, and the road to a better life. What a dream. I got up and wrapped my arms around him. I couldn’t stay here any longer.
“Let’s leave this town” I whispered from behind him in a mumble. I hope he heard me. Maybe this is stupid. He’d never say yes. What was I thinki-
“Okay.”
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ TWO UPDATES IN TWO DAYS UH CAN I GET A ROUND OF APPLAUSE PLEASE. Im proud of myself. I really am. I think Ill just start updating on weekends anx wednesdays.
I really hope yall enjoy this story💞
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