"Look at me," he began, his voice cracking in the process. "Look at me dammit!"
The tears had already spilled but fortunately, they weren't visible to him. Shaking uncontrollably, his arms were spread.
"Serre-moi dans tes bras très fort, à me fair...
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Hate was a strong word. Strong enough to create problems, tear everything apart. Hate was something that you felt on the inside. It was when you saw someone or something, and it created a fury passion within you, making you annoyed or angry in seconds. Hate was something everyone has felt sometime in their life.
Taehyung did not understand the word hate.
No matter what or who could've done Taehyung wrong, he didn't have the power to hate. There was no way he could grasp a grudge and hold it forever, he was able to forgive and forget. So as he stood in front of two angry boys, one whose face was beet red and a bruise plastered on his pale neck and another who had been quite emotional as he wiped tears away furiously.
Unable to stare at the mess that laid in front of him, he slowly turned around to see his older classmate sitting quietly behind the counter. His hand had been covering his mouth and shooting daggers at the younger. Taehyung innocently smiled as he turned back around, eyes catching the ceiling.
The poor boy wondered, how in the hell did he even get himself into this situation...
A few hours earlier...
"Hyung!" Yoongi called out, running towards Seokjin's office. "I've finished wrapping the painting."
Seokjin, who had been staring blankly at the wall was startled to hear the blonde's voice and swiftly stood up once he walked in. He nodded at his words. "Great, get ready to deliver it."
Yoongi chuckled, "Na uh." Jin raised a brow at him and becoming even more confused when he noticed that the wrapped up painting was coming toward his direction. "He wanted you to do it, remember?"
Jin scoffed at his best friend, "And I told him I wasn't going to."
"Is it really that bad seeing him?"
Seokjin sighed. It was that bad, everything about Taehyung was bad.
"I mean," Yoongi continued, now looking Seokjin in the eyes. "From what you told me...you saved his life right?" Jin nodded, wondering where he was getting at. "Then you had a--don't look at me like that!"
Jin hadn't noticed that his cheeks were warm and covered in a crimson red but his glare blinded the fact that he actually looked quite cute. He hoped to not hear whatever he was about to say because he had already been disgusted. With himself, with Taehyung, with everything in that town.
Yoongi sighed, "Then after you had your little moment, he just up and left." The older's heart clenched at those words, beginning to hate what Yoongi was saying now. He had been correct though, he did just leave. He left without any type of explanation which crushed Jin, leaving him empty for a while. He did wonder sometimes why it left such an impact on him considering how much he disliked Taehyung.
