Jimin roamed down the street, his hair covering his dark orbs. 'will I ever find somewhere I truly belong?' the boy thought to himself as his legs trailed behind, tapping against the hard cement. He truly wanted to find someone that loved him, people only made fun of him for having such thick thighs and delicate skin. He was too beautiful for this world, he didn't realise. He pondered to himself, letting his legs fall limp as he stared off into the distance, "I want cock."
Tears trailed down the boy's petite frame as he cried quietly, letting his mind fill with hatred for himself. People didn't see him for his quirks and thought that he was too different to fit in this beautiful world, yet, Jimin didn't see that he was the most beautiful of them all. He spent his life wishing he looked differently, feeling ashamed of his unique frame. He entered a coffee shop, looking at the wide menu. He began to feel distracted, looking at all the varying beverages.
Jimin's eyes widened as he peered down at the doe-eyed boy before him, he dropped his phone and blushed darkly. He was so embarrassed, the boy he had been crushing on all this time was looking right at him, Yoongi. He bolted out of the small shop, letting the street light illuminate his blonde locks, only making him stand out more. His hind legs dragged behind himself as he trailed off into the dark, looking down as the cars passed him. "Why am I like this?!" the boy cried before tripping over, his legs flailed in the air as he hit the ground with a loud thud, everyone looked in his direction.
His blood pressure began to rise, bright lights flashed in his petrified face, he wanted to flee. He shakily got up, letting the tears roll down his stained face as people chased behind him, taking photos for their social followings. Growing with more and more embarrassment, he let his face fall into his hands as his whole body heaved with fear, he assumed everyone took photos of him because he was ugly and different to society, but he didn't realise that everyone thought he was truly an artefact.
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Jimin finally arrived home, throwing his bag against the wall and flopping down against the cold floor. He knew he shouldn't have left the house, he began to worry if someone had followed him. He quickly shot up and rushed towards the front door, tapping against the floorboards as his chest rose quickly. He locked the door and hurried to the windows, closing them and covering them with the heaviest objects in the house. A few hours passed, he seemed to be safe. He finally let his body relax, until he heard a shallow tap on his front door.
"who could that be?" He mumbled to himself.....
