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thirty

Jin's P.O.V

Tuesday afternoon, still two months till my brothers wedding. I'm not going, that's the end of it. I won't go there is no reason for me to go. He'll have a big crowd so having me not there won't be noticeable. I'll just be bored like I am ever going to get married. I scuff at the thought. Stopping in my tracks I feel eyes on me. Looking around I see no one, I am close to home maybe I feel my moms eyes on me. That wouldn't be surprising. My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. I fetch out my phone and realize it is Namjoon calling. I answer. "Hello?" I say.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were making it home safe. Is anyone with you?" Namjoon asks.

"No..." yet I feel eyes on me. Weird Namjoon were to ask me right at the moment. Seems too right. I begin to walk again. "You don't have to worry." I tell him.

I hear him chuckle. "That's funny. You should know me by now, I always worry." He tells me.

I smile reaching my home and going up to the front door. Something feels off. Wiping it away I open the door and stroll in taking off my shoes. "Why do you worry about me? I'm not used to it." The words sadly slip through my lips. Namjoon has been worried about me before but Jimin and Hoseok were the first to worry about me before anyone else.

"Not used to it-"

"Jin, some of your friends are over to work on a project!" My mom calls from the kitchen. Going to her she is packing things in her purse looking well done for going out. A date, I don't know but she looks too dressed up to be going anywhere. But dad. "They are up in your room. I'll be going out with some coworkers, okay? You can make yourself something." My mom smiles and skims right past me out the door. Is she still mad at me? I can't tell but I can tell she has bipolar.

"A project?" Namjoon says over the phone.

I glance at the stairs leading to my room. My heart pounds when I move towards the steps one by one I take. What project? I would have been informed by my teachers or at least the group. "Jin?" Namjoon is whispering now but I don't answer. I gulp reaching my bedroom door. Could it be Taehyung for a study session? I thought he turned everything in from when we were studying together a few days ago.

"When will he get here?" I hear a deep voice. I stop. I don't recognize this voice, this isn't Taehyung's voice. Not Jimin's, not Hoseok's and certainly not Namjoon's. Why would my mother let random people in the house even a boy. She'd never let Jimin over here alone unless the door was always open. So she leaves now like she wants something to happen. At least that's a feeling right now. How many are there? How many boys?

"I want to get this over with. Hae-Win will be so proud of me." Another says. Hae-Win, what does she have to do with anything?

"Proud of you? No, she'll be proud of me, we all know it." Another spits. I only hear two voices but who knows how many are actually in my room.

"Jin..." Namjoon seems like background noise now. I'm too scared to move. I peek through the crack of my door and my heart drops to my feet. There are three boys standing in my room looking through my things. Messing up my bed and looking through my bookshelf at my books. A few books fall to the floor and I feel like that will be my head if I don't try to leave.

The one with glasses catches my figure. My eyes widen. "He's here!" He announces. They turn to see me.

"Namjoon..." I lightly said.

"He is on the phone." The same boy tells them.

"Well, get it from him!" The biggest growls.

With his orders they jump me. Too afraid to say anything, to move a piece of my body I let it all happen. How weak of me. My body hits the floor and my phone flies out of my hand. "Stop, stop!" I yell finally. One punch to the face. I'm silent.

"Yea, silent that fucker." One laughs but I can't see because I'm blurred.

Another punch. I wince in pain and groan. "Keep on! Till he is nothing but an ugly face."

I'm kicked in the ribs. "Stop!" I holler once more. They don't listen and keep going. On and on. For a long time till I see nothing but black and red. I don't get it. What did I do to deserve this? Just for being gay? Or just for liking Taehyung? The world is so cruel. But Hae-Win. What a bitch, Taehyung wouldn't believe me would he? No one at school would believe me I know it.