I only have you

That day in Seoul

The wind rustled in the chilly Seoul air. The pink sunrise was greeting the small scared boy. Park Jimin, the new boy in town, stared nervously out the window.
"Mom...I'm really going to miss you." You could hear the nerves in his voice as she dropped him off at the dormitory. This was it. His first day as a trainee. He was going to be living with these strange men for the next few years. His mom and him hugged for the longest time before they went up to the door.

   "Uhh. oh hi!," a peculiar looking shirtless boy with wavy hair announced. "Oh you must be the new trainee. Hey man my names Namjoon."
"Oh um. I'm Jimin." The two shook hands and his mother said goodbye as he stepped into the tiny apartment.
"Aren't..their others," Jimin asked while sitting his backpack down. He still had time to stall before he had to go to his first day of school at the Seoul Arts Academy. Namjoon just nodded and opened up a water bottle to drink. "Yeah. They are all out. Hoseok is with the others and Taehyung likes to walk to school early to stay in the art room. Hey I think you guys are the same age. I'm sorry he didn't wait for you dude. He's a wild card." "O-oh. It's alright. I'm sure we will get along." Jimin was excited to be around someone his own age but the way Namjoon hyung had described Taehyung made him uneasy. Not to mention his little secrets he carried with him. The secrets that constantly ate him alive.

  "Ah. I think I should get going. I'll see you again at practice this afternoon." Jimin and Namjoon had said their goodbyes as he headed out the door, backpack in hand. Thoughts kept echoing his mind as he walked towards the school. "Will I be bullied again? What if people find my secret? Will I be manly enough or talented enough?" He looked at all the kids in uniforms with his mind racing as he got closer to the school. He was so lost in thought he didn't notice when he accidentally bumped into another stupid.
"Aahh. O-oh I'm so sorry. I d-didn't see where I was going a-and I-." 
Before he could finish the scruffy boy was towering over him now with a slight glare. "Look. It's whatever kid. Get a hold of yourself. You'll never be an entertainer with a stutter like that."
Jimin ran away from the boy with his head down. He tried to block out the mocking laughter the boy was making as he fled. It was so hard to not turn away and go home. He knew he couldn't give up though. He worked so hard for this. He was going to make everyone at home rooting for him proud.

He went to sit on a bench near one of the paintings hung up on the walls of the walkway. It was a beautiful abstract piece of a lake. A lake with stars over it at night. The reflection shown off the water was of two lovers hands tightly holding one another. Jimin sighed quietly at how serene and pure the painting was. He stopped when he noticed a cute boy with messy hair and a little lion stuffed animal analyzing it. "Ah. it's so cool." The boy was humming to himself. He was sat on the concreate  floor of the walkway with his legs spread far apart and a couple paint stains on his uniform. "he must be an artsy kid too. Hmm..maybe... hes like me too. No! no Jimin he isn't! You arent normal remember..." He became lost in his thoughts again but still fought to maintain himself. The bell eventually rang. It felt like forever. The oddball boy with a bright smile went on his way to class but not before giving Jimin his soft, goofy smile and a wave. Fuck. That smile...it did something to Jimin. It gave him chills. He felt something deep in his gut...no, in his soul. He felt this spark he had never felt before. He tried to shake it off and took out his directions the school had previously sent him and his mother for his classes. His hand softly reached inside his bag to touch the fuzzy brown fabric. "I know Yeo. He is a cute lion. I'm sure he'd love to be your friend." Jimin lovingly spoke to his small plush dog he carried with him. He zipped up his bag and walked around looking for the room number. That feeling though...that feeling never left. He couldn't get that boy out of his head. God he hated himself sometimes.