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~~~Taehyung~~~
I calmly walked down the street towards the given address. It was nice being in Jungkook's body. He had many perks. I chuckled at my own thoughts as I walked. Some girls eyed me and I smiled at them. The one thing I did miss was my box smile. That smile was one of the many things I cherished about my body.

Soon enough I saw the house I was looking for and sighed. I knocked on the door looking down at my blank shirt. "So bland" I said under my breath as suddenly Jin opened the door looking angry. He snatched my arm with a painful grip and pulled me inside. He slammed the door as I rubbed my arm glaring. "What was that for Jin!?" I yelled frustrated as the rest of the group circled me.

"Why don't you tell us what the hell is wrong with your mother!" Jin Yelled raising his hands up as Yoongi crossed his. He seemed about ready to explode with anger. I was very confused, but as I noticed I saw my body nowhere. Meaning Jungkook wasn't there. I glared down everyone not wanting to succumb to their own glares they gave me back.

"What are you talking about? Where is my body?" I asked crossing my arms. I honestly began to feel quite scared for myself. I still didn't get exactly how any of this was even possible.

"Your mother came in here thinking Jungkook was you and started to freak out that you skipped a class and grabbed him and drove off. She even threatened us that if we ever hung out with him again she'd have us expelled."  Yoongi growled angrily. My eyes widened in sudden fear. Jungkoook was in some seriously deep shit. His mother was abusive whenever he didn't suite her needs of having 'the perfect child'. I shook my head starting to pace.

"Dear god we need to get him back! More like fix this whole problem!"  I yelled trying to figure this whole thing out.

~~~~Jungkook~~~~
My cheek burned from where Taehyung's mother had slapped me. I sat in the front seat nervously tapping my leg and looking out the window as his mother kept ranting at how much of a screw up I was. What the fuck was going on!? I was being dragged along to probably hell by the evilest woman I've ever met! She slapped me several times already and now I shivered thinking of what else she was gonna do. How could Taehyung deal with this woman? Why? It did not make sense at all.

Finally she parked the car and told me to get out. I was back at the familiar house where Taehyung lived. I coughed nervously as I got out of the car sweating. His  mother grabbed me by the wrist and shoved me in the house.

"I thought you had learned your lesson! Now you go behind my back and skip a class! Your friends influenced you didn't they!" She grabbed a belt and mercilessly started to hit me across my head and face. I fell back into my butt trying my best not to cry out in pain.

"No! I swear it was just me! Don't expel them! Please!" I begged as she continued hitting me. She glared as her eyes burned like the fires of hell.

"Yeah right! After I found that love letter of yours to another boy I thought I taught you a lesson!" Now I was severely confused. What letter? To another boy? He's Gay!? I scooted back as she kept hurting me and soon she grabbed me by the arm her long nails digging into my skin.

She dragged me up the stairs making me trip several times, and that resulted in more whips from the belt. She then practically threw me into the room and slamming the door shut. I then heard a clicking noise making me gulp. "From now on your staying in here you sad excuse of a child!" With those words I sucked in a deep breath struggling to cry. How was it possible for Taehyung to be so happy, so funny, and outgoing with this cruel person beating him!?

It was getting dark and for some reason he felt like crying harder than before. He took a better look at the room and saw posters that had hand written things on them. One said please save me, with a painting of an angel. Others were similar and now I knew why he had painted them. He was expressing his true feelings. It made me sniffle as I saw a crumpled up paper.

It was the letter his mother was talking about earlier. I slowly crawled over to it and picked it up, my sniffling not ceasing.

"Dear young Friend. Although we aren't friends yet lol, I still feel a connection to you. Every time we work together you make me laugh, even when I was to young to realize that smiling was all it took to cure someone. Ever since the first grade I hoped that my mother would change her ways, and every time she hurt me, you came to the rescue. Even if you were to young to remember you made me a promise, that you'd be the angel to take me to my heaven. You moved away about two years later and despite your promise you slowly forgot about me. I didn't. And when I found out we would be going to the same high school I was so happy, but I decided not to confront you. My beating had gotten worse, but you taught me that smiling can cure even the deepest wound. If you ever read this I want you to save me. I'm in need of an angel to heal my wounds."