Bottom Taehyung Oneshots

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Darling You'll Be Mine ~

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Taehyung was too small for his age. He was only 16 and yet he was the smallest in their school. What made his life twice as miserable was that he was also gay.

Openly gay.

That didn't sit well with anyone. He was a sophomore in high school, but was treated as if he was a freshman. So as you can imagine, he hated his life.

There was one jock in particular who was the hottest senior in the whole school-Park Jimin. The boy was so hot that Tae often found himself drooling over him when no one was looking.

But there was one little problem with that. Jimin hated Tae.

At least that's what Tae assumed. Everyday, the jock would pick on the younger boy and beat him up with his stupid friends. Tae would just let him, because what was he supposed to do? He was in love with the monster.

On that particular day, Tae was limping to his locker. He hated to look so weak in front of everyone, especially Jimin. But his leg was still sore from the previous day's beating and there was nothing he could do about it.

It was rough at home. Tae's father was shot when Tae was just two years old, and his mother was a drunk who brought multiple men into their home. The most recent was some American guy Patrick. Taehyung hated him.

Taehyung was snapped out of his thoughts when arms wrapped around him from behind. He felt a kiss on his neck and his heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, darling." Jimin taunted him. He spun Tae around and rammed him up against the locker. Tae trembled. Jimin was the biggest homophobe in the whole school.

"H-Hi..." Tae stuttered out. Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Did I say you could speak to me, fag?" Tae's heart sank at the word. He hated that word.

He shook his head. Jimin smiled.

"I didn't think so." Tae squeezed his eyes shut and gulped. He was mentally preparing himself for the beating.

He felt a sharp slap on his cheek. He flinched, but did his best to keep his balance. That was only the beginning. It would get worse.

"Open your eyes and look at me!" Jimin growled, pinning Tae's hands above his head. Tae let out a soft sob but did as he was told. Jimin's eyes darkened. "You're dead. Do you understand?"

Tae had no idea what he was talking about, but he was terrified.

"You're coming with me." Before Tae could say anything, Jimin had picked Tae up and swung him over his shoulder. He carried him outside of the school and to his car. Tae struggled to get down from him, sobbing and begging Jimin to let him go.

"P-Please Jimin...put me down!"

"Shut up!" Jimin roughly shoved the small boy into the passenger seat of his car and strapped him in. Tae hid his face in his hands as Jimin climbed into the driver's seat. Jimin strapped in, started the car, and sped off.

Tae peaked out from his hands and stared out the window. Jimin noticed this, frowned, and suddenly pulled over on the side of the road. Tae's heart pounded so loudly he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. Jimin climbed out of the car and shuffled around in the backseat. He finally walked over to Tae's side and opened the door. Tae tried to back away but he was strapped into the seat.

"Stay still." It took Tae a moment to realise that Jimin had a blindfold in his hand. Tae's eyes widened in fear.

"No no no! No no no no no no no!" Tae tried to unstrap and get out of there, but Jimin grabbed him roughly and shoved him down.