Each member is struggling in their own way. Relationships will form and fall apart, it's your decision who stays together.
Started February 8th 2018~~~
My legs ache, my back stings with the scratches, and my neck is beginning to bruise. Thin legs stick out beneath the blanket, and a head of blonde hair is peeking out above the pillows. His bed squeaks quietly as I stand up, throwing my shirt back on and pulling on my pants. I take one last glance at his calm face before walking out, hopefully not for the last time.
I wrap my scarf around my neck to hide the hickeys, I slide on my boots with strong hands, and my coat sits heavy on my shoulders as I head out the door. The cold wind greets me fiercely, whipping the snow into my face immediately.
I jump into the snow and start my walk home, my house is only a few blocks away. My hands are tucked into my pockets and eyes are cast downward to avoid getting snow in then. A body suddenly appears in front of me and I fall face first onto the pavement, the snow barely breaking the impact.
My head throbs as I sit up, a hand quickly finding its way to my forehead to try and ease the ache. The boy apologizes profusely but I can barely comprehend what he is saying, I hold a hand up and rise to my feet. The pain settles as I see the boys handsome features, his eyes wide with shock and his lips parted in wordless noise.
A smile forms upon my lips and I pull my scarf down to my neck, uncovering my mouth. His eyes linger over my lips and I smirk.
"It's fine, I fall by myself enough times, that one fall caused by a cute boy isn't gonna ruin my day." I let my eyes wander over his face, his dark hair creating curtains over his bright eyes. His eyes widen and his mouth opens and shuts like a fish.
"U-uh t-thank you, I h-have to g-get going n-now." He almost whispers, the wind making it even harder to hear. He tries to walk by me but I grab his wrist turning him back to face me.
"Can I at least get your number?" I say, smirking at his expression. He looks into my eyes, his stare begins to make me self-conscious. He nods, breaking our staring contest.
I hand him my phone and he enters his number in, handing it back and continuing to struggle through the frozen sidewalk. I unlock my phone and find his name saved as cute snow boy. A chuckle escapes my lips as I shake my head and continue home.
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Taehyung's POV
The water on my desk ripples in the glass as I set my head down, resting it on my arms. The pencil I used, rolling carelessly across the table. My assignment, strewn across the floor in anger. My head pounding with a million voices each one shouting a different obscenity at me, their words cutting like a saw through my head. My energy draining quickly, my strength leaving like a slow leak in a pipe.
A knock on my door draws my attention for a short time, a tiny head peeking around the corner. Her hair like a freshly cut oak, light brown and lively. Her small hands pushing my heavy bedroom door, in an effort to enter the room. The soft patter of her bare feet against the wood floor makes my heart swell, the long nightgown she wears to bed, drags against the ground. The tears dripping from her eyes catch my attention.
"Daddy..." she can barely get the word out before a sob wracks her small body. Her arms open to me and I pick her up, placing her on my knee in an attempt to calm her.
"Shhh baby I know," I whisper into her fluffy hair, "I know."
Tears transfer from her eyes onto my shirt, a wet spot appearing on my shoulder. I walk to my bed and sit down, her legs dangle and rest on my lap. I pull away and look at her face. Her chubby cheeks looking ever so plump, the green eyes that resemble her mothers shine brightly, her infinite pout more visible with her upset demeanor. I wipe her tears with my thumb and place a kiss on her forehead. A small smile appears for a flash of a second.
"Are you going to sleep in here with me tonight?" I whisper, scared of breaking the precious moment. Her head nods stiffly, she brings a hand up to rub her eyes, a yawn escaping her lips. I smile softly and get underneath the blankets, covering the both of us with the thick duvet. I brush the hair away from her face as she falls asleep, I can't help but be infatuated with her features. The love I feel for her expands beyond the farthest reaches of the galaxy.
I fall asleep slowly, the gentle sound of the snowstorm and her breathing lull me into a dark abyss. A small smile placed on my lips, the happiest I've been in a long time.
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Jimin's POV
The alcohol stings as it meets with the open wounds on my chest, his belt cut through the flesh there like butter. Tear tracks make their way down my cheekbones, dripping off my chin like rain. My shirt was ripped from his hands, his nails marking my skin.
It seems as though I have taken my mothers place. She passed away a week after she was sent to the hospital by my father. He covered it up as a skiing incident, her leg was broken and her face was cut to shreds. I tried to escape once before, but in punishment, my wrist was broken.
My father loathes me. He drinks too much, smokes too much, and works twice a week. We barely scrape by. I barely eat anymore, my ribs have begun to sink in, my cheeks have lost their plumpness, and my eyes are no longer bright.
His handprints cover everywhere beneath my clothing. There is nothing left to give to anyone. He raped me when I was 15, taking the last thing I treasured away from me. The kids at school all think I'm weird because they only see glimpses of the bruises and think they're hickeys, they make the assumption that I'm sleeping around and spread rumors.
School bombards me with names, abuse, and horny guys. Home bombards me with wounds, abuse, and fear.
My only "friend" is Seokjin. He understands me, he somehow knows how to comfort me from my pain. He hasn't told me much about himself, but I won't push him until he is ready to open up. My life has been hard enough to know not to push anyone emotionally.
