FATE // vminkook

8

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"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

Jimin followed the steps watching Hoseok show him. His body twisted and Jimin copies him. For some reason instead of counting, Hoseok liked to make noises when showing him dancing steps.

Hoseok stopped his noises and smiles at Jimin, "Wow, you did everything perfect!"

Jimin beamed back at him.

They both tiredly sat down on the dance room floor, leaving the music on in the background. Jimin looked at himself in the mirror and tried to fix his sweaty hair, but it just wouldn't stay where he wanted it to.

"So, how's school?"

Hoseok was a couple years older that Jimin. He dropped out of college to be a dance teacher, and Jimin was one of his first students.

"It's good, I guess. And I think I made new friends," he told him, a small smile appearing on jimins face.

"That's good! You've always told me how you never had friends. Do you talk to them at school?" Hoseok asks as he spreads his legs out.

Jimin shakes his head, "Not really, but I just don't want them to get bullied or what if I get bullied?"

"Why would that happen?"

Jimin sighs, "I am supposedly friends with the snobby kids, but I can't stand them! They always brag and bring others down," Jimin exclaims, frowning.

Hoseok gives him a knowing look, "Do the right thing, Jimin."

Jimin sighs. Hoseok knows better than anyone about high-school. Hoseok was friends with everyone, and that came with a price. People got jealous and found out eachothers secrets and everyone thought it was Hoseok's fault and soon enough, Hoseok was getting shunned by everyone.

Jimin nodded at his dancer friend.

"C'mon," Hoseok pulled Jimin up, "we need to go over the dance a few more times."

Suddenly, Taehyung's face entered Jimins mind, and he remembered what the boy said, "My friend, one of them, wants to dance," Jimin says, hoping to get Hoseok to agree with teaching both boys.

Hoseok smirks knowing what Jimin wants from him, "Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"You'll be a great dance teacher, I'm sure." Hoseok says, ignoring Jimins hint.

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Taehyung sat on his bed, a notebook laying in his lap as his pencil moved along the page.  His wrist moved smoothly as he drew different lines and curves. He was just drawing the outlines, not worrying about details yet.

He yawned as his eyes watered. He was so tired, not sleeping well with his father in the house. He looked over to his sisters old bed, his heart hurting for her. He wondered how many nights had he come home after his sister was just sexually abused, giving him a caring smile through her pain.

He looked away as his chest started to hurt. He shoved the notebook off his lap and stood up, stripping away his clothes until he was fully naked. He walked into his small bathroom and looked at his scrawny body. There was bruises and scars littering the tan skin.

Ugly.

Taehyung turned around and started the shower. Once it was piping hot, he stepped in and let the water burn his delicate skin. His body started to turn a pink color, but it felt too good to make it cooler.

He washed his hair and body, and let the water run down, getting soap off his assaulted body.

He stepped out into the steamy room, running his hand over the blurry mirror so he could see himself. He looked into his own eyes and wanted to hurt the person who made him look so pitiful.

But he couldn't. He will always be unable too. He's too weak. He's not Jungkook who could just walk down the hallway and people move out of way because they are scared. He can't be Jimin who has the nerve and guts to fight back even though he is smaller. He was just him. So small and full of anxiety that being compared to a lamp post wasn't far from the truth.

He put on his old sweat pants that are starting to get small, and a plain blue shirt that didn't have any holes in it. You wouldn't believe how many holes Taehyung has found in his clothes from his bully or his father ripping the material when they grab him.

He goes into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He hasn't ate in a day or so, and he was starving. He found a can of nuts, ripping the lid open and shoving the nuts in his mouth.

He groaned as flavor hit his taste buds. He chewed the salty nuts until the small can was empty. He sadly threw it away, wanting something else.

There wasn't any food in this damn house. His father worked just to spend the money on himself. He really didn't have one single bone in his body that cared for his son.

Taehyung grabbed his coat and put on his only converse, not caring to tie them as he walked out the house, doing something that seemed so desperate, but that's what he was.

So he walked.

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Jimin browsed on his laptop, going through his Instagram. He had two hundred likes already after his photo was posted four minutes ago. Jimin tried to make his feed as aesthetic as possible, trying to gain more followers.

He looked through a few comments telling him how good he looked. It's always the same. Always girls.

The sun just set, leaving a weird dark glow outside. Jimin glances out his balcony, just out of habit, but squinted when he saw a figure walking up towards the house.

He got up and cautiously looked out, finally seeing the persons face. It was Taehyung.

"What the.." he mumbled, rushing down stairs, ignoring his maid's weird looks as he unlocked the two front doors, swinging them open.

Taehyung stood there with wide eyes as his finger was hovering over the door bell. He relaxed when he met Jimin's eyes.

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" Jimin asks, closing the doors and stepping outside, crossing his arms as the cool air nipped at him through his thin sleeves.

Taehyung shyly put his hands in his pockets and opened his mouth, but nothing came out when he looked back up at Jimin.

Taehyung was starving. He was so fucking hungry, but he was embarrassed to ask for food. He officially felt like a beggar, and it wasn't a good feeling.

"Tae?" Jimin asks again when Taehyung didn't answer.

"Umm, c-can I have some food?"

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