Prolouge

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Grunts could be heard from the playground outside of the schoolyard. Constant slurs and insults being thrown at the young boy in a skirt.

"Wow look, he's so weak"

"I couldn't imagine being like this f*g"

"I bet he can't even catch a ball"

Theses insults continued on while the young boys continued to kick at the defenseless Seokjin.

"My dad says kids like you are going to hell"

Seokjin took the insults and kicks. Not caring anymore if they messed up his new pink skirt.

It was always like this for him, and he stopped caring a while ago, enduring all the teasing, bullying and harassment he got from the other kids and at times adults. This was his normal.

Seokjin became surprised when the insults and kicking stopped. He slowly opened his eyes to see the bullies staring straight ahead at something. He turned his head around to see a much taller boy than the rest of them.

The boy began to walk closer to them with a glare in his eyes. He then began to open his mouth.

"Hey, what are you doing to that kid?"

The bullies looked up at him contemplating what they should say until one of them decided to speak up.

"We're teaching the loser a lesson"

"Y-yeah, he's not a normal boy! He wears pink and skirts like a girl"

The taller boy looked down at Seokjin to see him staring up at him. His face and clothes had dirt on them and the look in his eyes showed one of nothingness... like this was normal for him. This enraged the taller boy.

He took another step closer to the bullies. And looked them dead in the eyes and said something.

"Leave.. and if I see you hurting him again I'll make sure you regret it."

And with that the bullies ran off, out of the park scrambling to get away from the tall boy.

He then looked down at Seokjin and to Seokjin's surprise he held out his hand for him to take. It was big in his owns and that made him feel somewhat safe.

Once Seokjin was up he began brushing off his clothes trying to make himself look as decent as possible. When he was done he looked up at the tall boy and held out his hand. Reluctantly the boy took it and shook it.

"My name is Kim Seokjin and thank you for defending me." Seokjin said with a wide smile.

The tall boy looked at him and wondered how he could smile like that after having just being beat up. He than realized he was spacing out and decided to finally answer him.

"I'm Lee Won-keun and it's not big deal I'm glad I could save such a pretty guy" The tall boy now introduced as Won-keun said.

Once it fully registered what he had just told Seokjin he beg to apologize and trip over his words.

"S-sorry, I wasn't thinking really. I didn't mean it.. well I did but I-"

Seokjin interrupted him and began to speak in a calm and soothing voice.

"It's ok, calm down and thank you. I don't get compliments a lot so it was nice of you to say that."

Won-keun looked up at him and saw the beautiful smile on his face but then quickly noticed the scraps and dirt. Without thinking he grabbed his hand and began to take him to the bathroom.

"Hey, where are we going? Are you trying to kidnap me? I mean it wouldn't be the first time someone has tried to but-"

Seokjin was cut off by Won-keun suddenly lifting him up onto the counter. Seokjin watched as he grabbed multiple paper towels and began to wet them in the faucet. Won-keun then walked back over to Seokjin and began to bring the towels up to his face, wiping off the dirt and being careful around the scrapes.

Seokjin watched him with wide eyes wondering why this stranger is doing this for him. This continued on for another 5 minutes till Won-keun was sure he got all the dirt off his face. Won-keun thought Seokjin was pretty before but with all the dirt and less visible scrapes he realized just how beautiful Seokjin was and began examining his features; plump lips, doey eyes, soft black hair. Won-keun found him enchanting. Seokjin then decided to speak up.

"Thanks for cleaning my face. You didn't have to." Seokjin said. "No, it's fine really, plus I think you look a lot prettier without all the dirt and less visible scrapes." Won-keun replied.

They then decided to stay there for a while just talking and getting to know each other. Won-keun found himself on the counter next to Seokjin leaning against the mirror. The more they talked the more they realize how well they got along and how much they had in common.

"Hey, why do you wear skirts anyways?" Won-keun questioned Seokjin. "Well for one they're comfortable, they're cute and I just like them." Seokjin replied. "But don't your parents question it?" Won-keun asked. "Not anymore really, my mom says I like what I like and my dad didn't get it at first but now he lets me use his card to order from my favorite website."

Shocked by his answer Won-keun simply nodded and continued talking to Seokjin about random stuff. It was fine for him until Seokjin laid back onto Won-keun's chest as if it was normal. Won-keun was surprised at first and panicking a little on the inside until his hands found his way to Seokjin's waist pulling him closer.

"Hey, when's your birthday?" Seokjin asked Won-keun. "Oh, it's June 27th, I'm 14, you? Won-keun replied. " I'm 13 and my birthday is December 4th, wait that means you're my hyung." Seokjin answered. Won-keun just chuckled and agreed.

They stayed like that for a while longer till Seokjin realized the time. He then leaned up, Won-keun pouting at the lack of warmth and Seokjin on him in general.

"Hey I have to go it's almost 6 and my parents are gonna be worried" Seokjin told Won-keun. Won-keun pouted again sadness evident in his eyes and Seokjin could tell.

"Is it alright if we meet up here tomorrow in front of the swings I know a really fun place we can hang out.. only if you want to I mean." Seokjin asked. That immediately lit up a smile on Won-keun's face and he agreed immediately.

"Yeah, sure what time? I can come whenever." Won-keun blurted out a little to excitedly. " How about four?" Seokjin asked. Won-keun agreed and they both began to part ways.

This was the start.. the start to beautiful but yet unhealthy and they didn't even know it.

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I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and please remember to read the description if you didn't.

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