"I'm sorry Jiminie but my mommy told me I'm not allowed to love you," 9 year old Yoongi said to his "boyfriend" Jimin as he picked anxiously at the growing grass. Jimin and Yoongi never thought they'd see each other after that day but 8 years later...
"Since I was the one to report it they'll update me on his condition," I say and Yoongi shakes his head.
"You shouldn't care about his condition," Yoongi says and I cup his face.
"Babe, I can't help but care about his condition with all the things I know he went through," I explain and peck Yoongi's chapped lips.
"I understand," Yoongi says.
"So what the fuck just happened?" My dad asks and I hand him the phone. He and my mom read over the text messages with frowns on their faces.
"Wait let me get this straight, you had sex with Hoseok?" My mom asks and I shrug my shoulders.
"It wasn't conseual," I explain and my parents nod while holding back tears. I make my way back into Yoongi's lap as my parents have a quiet discussion about our options. As I silently sob into Yoongi's shoulder I feel multiple hands running up and down my back and I turn around to see Tae and Kookie silently crying as well. I then look into Yoongi's eyes to see tears rushing down his red face.
"Don't cry," Yoongi whispers and leans in to peck my lips repeatedly while whispering little words of encouragement.
"Jimin Hoseok is calling," my mom says and hands me the phone. I hesitantly answer the phone and Yoongi grabs it and puts it on speaker.
"Hello," I hear Hoseok croak.
"Hi," I say quietly.
"Why did you even help me?" Hoseok asks.
"Because no one deserves to feel the way you're feeling," I say.
"I didn't deserve to be saved I've treated you terribly," Hoseok says and sobs.
"Don't," I say strictly.
"I'm going to get mental help," Hoseok says.
"That's good," I say and Hoseok scoffs.
"Listen Jimin I just want you to know I'm so so sorry for everything I've done and I wish you the best," Hoseok says before hanging up.
"I need some time alone," I say and rush up to my room where I immediatly start sobbing. I grab a small shoebox from my closet and open it up to see tons of poloroid pictures from the past couple of years. I grab one of the poloroid pictures to see a picture of Hoseok and I.
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The tears rush down my face as I think back to yesterday. The way he acted so polite only to attempt to violate me for a second time. The way his hands roamed my body. The way he hungrily kissed me. The way I felt my whole world crumble. I immediatly grab another picture of Hoseok and I and I scoff.
