Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔

18

YOU GOT A FRIEND IN ME...YOU GOT A FRIEND IN ME😭😭😭

I saw Toy Story 4 today and I'm emotional. 24 great years, and now it's over.

You walked out of the room, and smiled at the two guilty looking kids who were frozen in place, staring in your direction. "G'mornin." You greeted before turning your back in their direction and walking to the kitchen.

You entered the desired room and looked around. You couldn't cook, you barely could put together cereal, but you wanted to try. Taehyung has done a lot for you in the past twenty four hours, and you weren't one to pass that off.

So with determination, you pulled out a frying pan and began to throw together a quick but yummy breakfast. Or attempted to. You threw rice into an old rice cooker, and began to make what was supposed to be omlettes.

As you were checking the rice, you began to smell something odd. You took a sniff, and turned back towards the stove.

Your heart dropped.

On the stove stood the pan, but the omelette you had been cooking had caught on fire. It wasn't a big fire, but it was enough to scare you.

You yelled out for Taehyung, and scurried to the corner of the kitchen, farthest away from the small fire. Your heart pounded, as your mind fogged, filled with memories you tried to forget.

You went numb on the inside, not realizing you had begun to scream.

The kitchen changed, and turned in to the school grounds, your back was no longer against the wall, but being scratched by sharp brick.

The taunting, evil faces were surrounding you, as they laughed and lit the lighters in your direction, frightening you. "We're going to burn all your hair off, retard. Wanna see how you look bald?"

You shook your head frantically, pressing yourself further into the brick, "No! No Please! N/N don't want!" You cried, shaking in fear. They laughed again, "Come on, sped! We just want to have some fun!"

The lighters were growing closer, and you began to shake harder. "No, no no no no no!" You screamed.

The feel feeling of big, strong hands on your shoulders became apparent, as you felt your body rattle as if someone was shaking you. Suddenly, you were back in the kitchen.

Taehyung was knelt in front of you, a look of pure concern on his face. His hands were on your shoulders, and the twins stood behind him, looking frightened.

The minute you made eye contact with him, your lips began to wobble again, and he quickly pulled you into a comforting hug. "T-TaeTae! N/N was so scared! N/N didn't mean to start a fire! Was accident!"

He nodded his head and began soothing the hair on the back of your head,"There, There. It's okay. Everything is okay. The fire is out you're safe." You cried in his arms, gripping his shirt tightly.

You began to shake your head,"Don't let them get N/N! They gon' burn her!" Taehyung moved you away and held you at arms length,"What do you mean? Who will burn you, clumsy?"

"The bullies! The bullies will get me! They always try to hurt N/N!"

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There was an awkward silence that hung over the room. You and Taehyung sat across from each other, him staring at you, while you fidgeted nervously. The twins had gone upstairs to leave you two to talk.

The silence dragged on, only making your nerves worse as you reached for a forgotten napkin, and began tearing it anxiously. You weren't able to destroy the paper for long, before the stern boy took it, "Quit it. I don't feel like cleaning that."

You scoffed quietly, and crossed your arms. "I'm doing it because Im nervous, so can you please say what you have to? I want to leave." You muttered, now lightly tapping your bag with your foot, very obviously in your 'big' space.

He sighed,"What was that about earlier, hm?" He tilted his head."Was it a memory? Or a fear? Are you schizophrenic?" You sighed heavily, "It's not really any of your business, but no I'm not schizophrenic. May I go now?"

you say up ready to leave, but he stopped you,"No, we're not done here, I want to know why you acted like that." You ruffled your hair in annoyance, "I said it's none of your business. Can't you just leave it at that?" You almost pleaded.

He shook his head, "It is my business. You almost burnt my house down and injured my family because of it. I deserve to know." You looked at him. "Look, I'm sorry about the fire and stuff, I'll do anything to repay you, but I don't want to talk about it—No, let me rephrase that, I can't talk about it."

He stood up as well, and stared at me for a moment, "You're really not going to tell me?" You nodded, "There's no point in knowing. What's done is done. Knowing why isn't going to change the fact that it caused a mess. All I can do is apologize, and try to make it better."

He sighed heavily, but nodded. He rubbed his temples, and pushed his hair out of his face,"Whatever. Fine. I guess I'll let you know when I figure out how your going to make it up."

You nodded,"Thank you, Taehyung. Really." You turned and walked to the door, when a sudden barking caught your attention. You looked over and smiled.

"Hi, Yeontan." You whispered, crouching to give the puppy love. Taehyung walked out, so you addressed him, "Hey. Taehyung?" He looked at you with furrowed brows, and make a grunt of recognition. "What did you want to do about Yeontan? Did you want me to take him?" You asked.

Taehyung blinked at you,"What the fuck is a Yeontan?" You huffed and picked up the small dog,"Tannie. Yeontan. You know the dog i found?" You raised him and almost shoved him in the grumpy boy's face.

He grumbled, and backed away,"Take it with you. I don't want it." You glared at his phrasing, but held the animal more securely. "He probably didn't want to stay with you anyway." With that you turned and left his house.

You couldn't help but think back on the night before. Sure you were in little space, but they were still your memories, and for the slightest moment, you almost mourned the loss of the Taehyung you had encountered.

He was nice, and caring. He listened, and contributed to conversations, he helped you with the puppy. He joked with you. He made you feel normal, even when he was aware of your condition.

You could only hope the other students at the college would treat you the same as well.