taehyung grunted in discomfort as he dragged his feet up the stairs, he wasn't exactly in the mood to study anymore, his cheek cut and stomach just hurting even more. was there even ever a day without having him hurt?
he staggered to where he assumed was the roof, he rarely went up there but when he did, he enjoyed the feeling of the light breeze hitting his face, the freedom he could feel as if no one would care even if he shouted out all his problems.
today was one of those days.
taehyung sighed, his arm going up to rub his nose and when he brought it down, he grumbled in annoyance, great, he had a nosebleed.
today, honestly, he hadn't ran without giving a fight, he struggled and even managed to scratch one of kris's friends before dashing off.
seriously, on the first day i come to school after being forced to drink god damn bleach?
the moment he pushed the door open with the hand that wasn't tightly clutching his stomach, he had been lucky it was only a beating today, taehyung was greeted by a strong slap of wind against his face, his soft hair blowing in the wind.
shutting the door behind him, taehyung finally collapsed against the wall, his legs giving way. he winced at the sudden pain shooting through his body, and he bit his lip.
goddamn it, tae, what happened to only crying at home ? such a fucking pussy. might as well be a fucking girl.
nevertheless, tears filled his eyes, god, stop it, taehyung! stop fucking crying! he sniffled, his body shaking as he willed the tears in.
absentmindedly taehyung pulled his shirt up, disgust filling him at the colour of it, a pretty pastel purple, nothing wrong, but obviously kris thought otherwise, and dragged it across his face, smearing it with blood from his nose and cheek. he cringed at the sight of red.
a sob escaped his near bleeding lips,and before he knew it, he was crying, a hysterical crying mess.
he didn't like it. big taehyung didn't like crying, he didn't like feeling so raw, so exposed.
why was he so useless, so pathetic-
"oh my fucking god, shut up, i'm trying to sleep here," he heard a gruff voice mumble, his head whipping to a side, sending only more pain through his small frame. "s-shit!"
there laid the man he had bumped into previously, staring at him with a tint of irritation, sending taehyung even deeper into his state of submission.
"uh, sorry," he muttered, his eyes still gazing at the mint haired male.
the man looked at him, a sigh leaving his lips, "i'm already awake, what happened to not skipping? and did you get into a fight?"
taehyung pouted, no taehyung, don't slip, don't slip! you don't know him and you-
"s-shut ! taetae doesn't f-fight," he mumbled, finally looking away with the tears still in his eyes.
the man frowned,"hey, you woke me up, at least tell me your name?"
taehyung pouted again, looking back at him,"i'own know you."
"seriously? yoongi, i'm min yoongi."
"i.." taehyung dragged his knees to his chest, enduring the now overwhelming pain his body as he softly cried out, " 'm taehyung'ie, kim t-taehyung."
yoongi furrowed his brows, sitting up, "you okay, kid?"
taehyung's lips parted, his look surprised," big taetae isn't a-a kid! he's si-sixteen ..!" "i'm nearly eighteen." taehyung blinked, and yoongi sighed, groaning as he walked over to taehyung, the boy yelping in surprise,"what-"
yoongi passed him a tissue, looking at taehyung's face slowly,"how'd you get these? and what do you mean by 'big' ?"
taehyung ignored the tissue, looking away as he felt a small blush creep onto his face from yoongi's closeness," meanie h-hit taetae, okay? a-and, um, taetae dun' reawlly like it, but 'm a l-little..."
yoongi's lips formed an 'o', and he dabbed taehyung's cheek with the tissue, surprising the little.
"is the bullying frequent?"
not really understanding, all he replied with was,"just cwame back f-from sicky.. meanie made taetae d-drink bwleach."
"..."
"what?"
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i swear this is a taekook book but tae needs friends oK
