The Facts. *(BTS x FTM Transgender)*

The beginning Part 2

-V's point of view-

This is a cute boy, obviously shy but cute all the same. Shame he's wearing such a bright sweater it totally washes him out. I kick Jimin to get his attention. The boy handed me the paper while looking away, he looked like a puppy when he did this. "You're a cute boy" I blurted, I guess I caught him off guard as he dropped his paper. His arm, There's marks, cuts? "Whats on your wrist?" He looked up with eyes that had seen so much and been through even more. He began to run away. I stood up and began after him, I signalled for Jimin to follow. Th boy was halfway down the hall by the time I opened the door. Jimin was panting and Namjoon was swearing. I continued the chase out into the main hall. He tripped and swore. I cringed at the way he fell but kept running towards him. He somehow got up again and continued running. His arms were splayed with blood now, Cuts.

-(Y/n) point of view-

I'm doubled over on the couch crying so much my throat hurt. I'm such an idiot, why did I think this would go well. Tae saw them and was probably disgusted. I need to move, but I cant now I'm too tired, that was the most running I had ever done in a year. My whole body was screaming now as I slowly began to wake up from the craze that the panic left me in. I heard Tae's yelling distant at first but growing closer. SHIT. He would find me and hit me because of how disgusting I am. "Tae! I found him" Namjoons voice. SHIT. I felt a hand on my arm and flinched. Steve touched me like that before he would hit me, this made me cry harder. I have my back to the room, dammit they could be plotting to hit me and hurt me right now. "Hey, It's Tae. whats wrong" SHIT. He was here to now. I felt a hand brush my crudely cut short hair to the side. Again, I flinched. Why am I such a fuck up? Two hands appeared on my thighs and I flinched once more to every touch, this was it. The hands flipped me around on the couch and felt increasingly dizzy. I was going to pass out.

-Tae's point of view-

Namjoon called me over to a couch by the wall of the lobby. Everyone came out to help, even Yoongi. I ran over, I don't know why but I felt like this was my fault. The boy was huddled shaking on the couch with his back to us. his arms were covering his face. His hair was cut quite crudely and messy. Namjoon placed his hand on the boy's arm, he flinched. What had this kid been through? Hobi was keeping Jeon at a distance. The boy cried harder every minute. I placed my hands on his thighs and told Namjoon to help me flip him so we could see what was wrong. He kept flinching every time one of us flipped over, it nearly looked painful. We flipped him over and his hood fell over his face. He looked paler than a piece of paper. Then he went limp, his arm that was once gripped on his shoulder fell limp out on his side, exposing his wrist. His entire wrist was covered from front to back in cuts, most open and bleeding. Jin coughed and turned.