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Taehyung was unconscious as day broke. He could only move enough to shiver. He was laying on the cold, hard ground for hours through out the night. By the dumpster in the alleyway between his apartment building and another building, he suffered.

Taehyung's body was littered with ugly black clumps of scabbing blood and bruises. Eyes, black and blue, swollen beyond belief. Ribs, broken into several pieces. His breathing was completely unsteady, it was a battle to inhale and harder to exhale. However, his pulse was still strong; he's body, despite being mangled, would not give up.

His phone rang in his pocket.

It echoed through the lazy street, slow from the sleepy start of day.

An old lady slowly made her way out of Taehyung's apartment building. Holding tightly on to her purse with great strength, before walking the lonely street. She heard ringing of a phone from the alley she was going to pass. Her soul could of escape her body when she turned her head toward the noise, seeing the kind boy that always helped her bring up her groceries. He was beaten to a bloody pulp. The kid she would almost call her grandson's fingers were turning blue from the lack of air he was getting from his crushed lungs.

She rushed to his side pulling out her phone, she only used for emergencies, and called for help. "Oh, poor boy. How would do this to you?" She whispered to him as she moved his long, matted hair out of his bloody face.

•••

Why hasn't he pick up my calls? Jimin thought as he waited out side of school for Taehyung. He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. But he soon perked up when seeing Yoongi walk over from the bus line.

"Good morning, Yoongs!" Jimin waved to Yoongi with a goofy, wide smile. 

"Morning, Chim." Yoongi smiled slightly, and stood next to Jimin.

"Have you seen Taehyung?" Jimin asked casually.

"No, why would I see that punk?" Yoongi scoffed and folded his arms.

"You two legit ride the same bus, you live like a block a way from him, idiot." Jimin punched Yoongi's shoulder jokingly, making Yoongi laugh.

Yoongi moved in closer to Jimin, so there was basically no space between them. He took Jimin's hand as he looked straight forward, making Jimin gasp. "No, Yoongi someone will see-"

"I don't care, Jimin. Just be mine already." Yoongi begged, and Jimin rolled his eyes.

"No. You should be able to understand that I'm not into monogamy." The red-head boy sighed trying to let go of Yoongi's hand, but Yoongi wasn't giving up that easy.

Yoongi landed a quick peck to Jimin's cheek, flustering him. "You can continue to play my emotions, I'm fine with that." He released Jimin's hand from his tight grip.

Jimin pouted and crossed his arms. "Yes, I'm fine with that too. But, I'm not fine go around being 'yours'. I will not risk my everything just to feel that when I'm not with you, you're going to be unfaithful. I don't trust you, Yoongi."

Yoongi just nodded, thought the words hurt the hear, he understood. Min Yoongi, the heart breaker, the home wrecker, the bad guy. He couldn't even trust himself, how could he let Jimin put all of his faith in him. It would be too unfair to Jimin and Hoseok. Min Yoongi would be given a second chance to fuck everything up.

Jimin always went over and beyond for Yoongi. He stood up late nights talking to Yoongi. Jimin would listen to Yoongi when his father would get high and give him yet another awful story to tell. Jimin balanced and complemented Yoongi well. Jimin oddly reminded Yoongi of someone he once loved. Perhaps making Jimin someone that he could say he actually loved.