introduction

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taehyung clutched the soft fabric of his bed covers, his tears staining them. his eyes were puffy and red, sobs falling from his lips. he looked up, wanting to scream and cry.

torn up skirts and dresses laid on the floor, a few crop tops as well. he picked himself up, stumbling down the hall to the bathroom; his parents weren't in the house currently.

he opened the bathroom cabinet, grabbing a pair of scissors. looking at his own reflection in the mirror, taehyung grabbed his long, thick, brown hair; his hands shaking.

he nervously used the scissors, chopping off the ends of his, now short, hair - the sudden breeze against the back of his neck felt strange.

"i'm a boy, i'm a boy."

taehyung repeated, covering his chest with his oversized housecoat. he didn't want know what to do, how would his parents react? how would his friends react?

a ding sound echoed throughout the bathroom, coming from his phone. he grabbed his phone, putting in the password.

1 new message

yoongi
hey tae are you
coming out today

tae
no i'm really
busy today
sorry yoongs

yoongi
don't worry it's fine
we can hang out
another time


"yea, w-we can hang out another time."

taehyung muttered to himself, running a hand through his short locks. the front door suddenly slammed shut, two welcoming voices bouncing through the house.

"tayeon? we're home!"

"fuck."

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