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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon
      Jungkook/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin
  Character:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim
      Seokjin_|_Jin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster
  Additional Tags:
      Homophobic_Language, Bullying, baby_boy_tae, Light_Dom/sub, Light_BDSM,
      High_School_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-05 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5311
****** i hate (love) everything about you ******
by littlestarpjm
Summary
     taehyung grew up in a house where it was okay to love the person you
     love, regardless of sex or gender. some people in the world seem to
     disagree.
     after moving cities because of being bullied, taehyung thought he
     would get a fresh start but that backfired when min yoongi came into
     his life.
     now a sophomore in highschool, taehyung's life is not any better and
     his bullying has worsened by turning --physical.
     sworn enemies, taehyung vows to never fall for yoongi's tricks and to
     hate him for the rest of his life. poor yoongi has been in love with
     the boy for years.
     their rivalry stems from two different reasons: taehyung hates yoongi
     because of what went down in the cafeteria, on his first day and
     yoongi "hates" taehyung for his reasons.
     //loosely based off the album madness by sleeping with sirens//
     or
     taehyung and yoongi hate each other but learn to love each other,
     with a twist.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** KICK ME *****
                                 by all means
                              put me through hell
                             and i'll make you see
                           i'll be your worst enemy
                                 song: kick_me
                                        
little taehyung was playing in the sandbox, imagining building a castle and
fighting off dragons, not as a prince or a knight, but a commoner. taehyung
didn't like the fairytales and how a knight or a prince was always the hero. he
wanted a lower-ranking person to be a hero and he didn't like the thought of
rescuing the princess. he thought that was a waste of energy, fighting just to
save a town or a village was what he enjoyed.
taehyung was enjoying destroying the dragons, threatening the peaceful village-
-where his favorite prince resided--when someone came up to him and squashed
his sand castle.
“hey!” he yelled, turning towards the intruder. “that took me forever to make!
why did you break my castle? i was just about to get the prince’s blessing of
being a hero and to be married to him!”
“everyone knows it's the princess you marry, dumbass,” the foul-mouthed
intruder scoffed. “besides, you can't marry the prince, it wouldn't be allowed,
unless you're trying to get the prince killed or de-throned.”
“but my dad and papa say i can marry whoever i want,” taehyung looks saddened
by the new information. “my dad and papa are not liars. my papa seokjin won the
hand of my dad, prince jeongguk when they were younger. they're married now, so
why wouldn't i be able to marry the prince of my dreams?”
“you have two dads?!” the intruder’s eyes looked as if they were going to pop
out. “that's wrong, you shouldn't have two dads. you should have a mom and dad,
not a dad and a dad.”
“well, i have two dads,” taehyung stands up with his hands on his hips, jutting
his lower lip out. “what are you going to do about it?”
“this,” the intruder says, taking the boy into his arms and pulling his hair
hard enough, it brought tears to his eyes. “aww, is the poor baby going to
cry?”
the taunting was getting to taehyung but he was soon saved. “tae-ah!” a frantic
call left his dad’s mouth. “taehyung, oh my gosh!”
jeongguk rushes towards the two boys, gently pulling taehyung out from the
other’s arms. there were tears falling down his son’s face, causing his heart
to break a little. he wiped the tears falling from taehyung’s eyes, the best he
could, and flattened down his son’s hair the best he could.
“dad,” taehyung clings onto jeongguk. “dad, i wanna go home.”
jeongguk turns to the other boy and glares a bit. “now what made you pull my
son’s hair until he cries?”
“the fact that you're his dad,” the intruder spits out. “and that you're
married to another guy.”
jeongguk was silent. it's too soon for this. poor baby. he took taehyung into
his arms, resting him on his hip and began walking away from the park.
~☆
“dad, what did that kid mean?” the child looks up at jeongguk, eyes wide and
full of curiosity. “i thought it was okay for there to be a dad and papa?”
taehyung was confused, papa seokjin said it was perfectly okay that he was with
his dad jeongguk. although seokjin is not his blood-related papa, he still
loves him. his mom abandoned taehyung, after she gave birth to him and so
jeongguk raised him as a single dad, until taehyung was two. then he met
seokjin.
seokjin had been nothing but a blessing to jeongguk and taehyung. jeongguk was
struggling with getting by. he's not married to seokjin because of money or
anything but it does help out. seokjin had been introduced through a mutual
friend--hoseok. the meeting was mutually decided, as hoseok was a good judge in
character and both were looking to settle down again.
the relationship was a little rocky, at first, because seokjin had never been
close to being a parent figure. he had no idea how to raise a child. no one
really does as a first-time parent, but everyone eventually learns. jeongguk
had to. he had to give up being a teen and find a good job to support himself
and his son. he had to grow up.
seokjin was fresh out of his freshman year of college and he liked being a
college student. when he found out that jeongguk was a single parent, he almost
stopped seeing him. it resulted in a fight that caused them to have their first
break up. the fight was terrible but the time apart was even more devastating
to the both of them.
when jeongguk was dealing with a screaming taehyung, a knock came at the worst
possible time but ever since that day, he had been glad to have opened the door
and given seokjin a chance. ever since that day, seokjin had fallen in love
with jeongguk fully and accepted taehyung as his own. he still tries to prove
how much he loves his boys, even if he doesn't need to. he just feels awful for
his behavior back then.
“why don't we wait until we're home and we'll talk with papa as well, hmm?”
taehyung agreed with his dad, waiting until they were home with papa seokjin.
when they returned home, the first words out of seokjin’s mouth were, “what
happened? why does taehyung look like he's been crying?”
jeongguk took a deep breath, setting the eight-year-old down, and slipping off
his shoes. he was trying to stall the conversation as best as he could but he
knew seokjin would put an end to it. he patted taehyung’s head, telling him to
go wash up and meet papa and him down in the living room, once he was done.
“oh, jinnie,” jeongguk collapsed in his lover’s arms, sobbing lightly. “he was
attacked today because he has two dads. the kid was pulling his hair and would
have broke poor taehyung-ah’s arm, if i hadn't intervened. it's too early for
this. why is he being picked on already?”
“bunny love,” seokjin tried to comfort. “kids are cruel these days and it's not
out of the norm for kids to pick on kids with gay parents, i mean, look at that
poor, little girl that left town because the kids at school would bully her?
it's inevitable, bun.
“i'm not condoning it or anything but we just have to teach taehyung that some
people’s views on this particular topic is different from ours. we just have to
teach him that some people will try everything in their power to break him and
his character, we have to be there and help him.”
jeongguk nodded and silently agreed. he would do everything in his power to
teach taehyung that no matter what anyone thought, it is okay to have two dads
and it's okay to love the same sex/gender. he wouldn't get into the other
sexuality identities, as taehyung was barely a third grader and wouldn't
understand the concept.
~☆
“class, i would like to introduce you to a new student,” taehyung could hear
his teacher ms. lee speak. “now, i want you all to be nice and listen when he
introduces himself. sweetie, you may come in now.”
taehyung looked around the classroom and noticed a boy with rather chubby
cheeks smiling widely and waving in big gestures. he giggled and waved back to
the boy and then bowed because it shows respect, taehyung-ah and began
introducing himself.
“hello!” he called cheerily, looking at the chubby cheeked boy, specifically.
“my name is kim taehyung but you can call me tae, if you want. i am eight-and-
a-half years old. my birthday is december 30th, 1995 and i love dogs.”
a monotonous tone of hello taehyung filled the classroom before ms. lee spoke
again. “okay, taehyung,” she started, searching the room. “you see the boy who
keeps waving at you? his name is park jimin why don't you go sit with him?
“park jimin! taehyung-ssi will be your new seat partner from here on out. you
treat him nicely, now, you hear?”
once jimin nodded his affirmation, taehyung made his way to his seat and was
immediately attacked by the cuteness that was park jimin.
“so we're born in the same year!” he squeaked. “that means we are same year
friends. do you want to be best friends? you can call me hyung, if you want or
even jiminie or whatever nickname you want. taetae, can i call you taetae?”
taehyung shook his head, smiling his cheesy, box smile. this park jimin is very
pretty, for a boy. “no one’s ever called me taetae before,” taehyung mouthed
the word a bit before speaking again. “i think i'll call you pretty.”
jimin’s smile increased. “taetae and pretty, i like it!”
taehyung and jimin continued to talk for the whole period because the
assignment was to get to know your seatmate.
“and this is the cafeteria where we eat with the big kids !” jimin had given
taehyung a tour of the school with so much excitement and taehyung was just as
enthused. “oh! maybe you'll get to meet yoongi hyung, if he isn't in the
principal's office again.”
“why would he be in the principal’s office?”
“yoongi hyung has a habit of mouthing off to the teachers and getting into
fights, sometimes,” jimin shrugs, pulling taehyung into the line where third
graders are supposed to be in. “he gets into fights because his friends do. if
i am being honest with you, i don't like his friends. they call me mean names,
sometimes and yoongi hyung doesn't know about it.”
taehyung and jimin both grimace at their lunch, and walk around to find a place
to sit. “so,” taehyung starts. “does this yoongi hyung allow you to sit with
him?”
“oh, yeah!” jimin nods his head enthusiastically. “yoongi hyung loves when i
sit with him. he says i make his day just that much better!”
“i heard my name,” a much softer voice speaks. “hi jiminie, how's your day
been? i wanna know how my favorite dongsaeng has been.”
taehyung won't lie to anyone, he was intimidated by the fifth grader and he had
reason to be.
“you're the kid with two dads!” yoongi pointed at taehyung, causing the
cafeteria to become silent. “i didn't believe it but i saw it with my own eyes
this morning. you were getting out of your car and waving goodbye to your dad
and papa as you like to call the other man. my friend was right.”
“eww you have two dads, that's disgusting!”
“stay away from me, i don't want to catch your gayness.”
“you don't belong here, get lost!”
all these insults were thrown at the third grader and he didn't know what to do
but head for the door and break down crying. this was notgoing to be a good
year for him.
~☆
a few years down the road and the teasing and bullying hadn't gotten any
better. what made matters worse was jimin having to move back to busan because
of his dad’s work. he moved when taehyung was in fifth grade, it was a teary
goodbye and a stolen kiss was placed on taehyung’s lips. neither of their
parents saw but jimin whispered his confession to taehyung and they had shared
a longer kiss. it was innocent and taehyung felt a piece of his heart leave him
when jimin left.
now, taehyung is a sophomore in high school and the bullying had worsened even
more, especially when pictures of jimin and taehyung holding hands, kissing,
and even a bit of inappropriate touching, surfaced throughout the school.
taehyung was proud to call jimin his boyfriend. they had been dating since
their freshman year and it had been going good. it was hard at times but every
other weekend, either jimin would come down and stay a day or two or taehyung
would go up to busan.
“hey, baby,” jimin smiled, kissing taehyung and pulling him to taehyung’s room.
“i missed you so fucking much, couldn't stop thinking about you the whole day.
you said your dads are going to be gone for the weekend, right?”
taehyung nodded, closing his door and leading jimin to his bed. “yeah, they
said that papa’s parents wanted to meet with them, so they're going to stay
with them for the weekend.” taehyung was immediately attacked with the
sensation of jimin’s mouth on his throat. “w-we have the whole place to
ourselves, hyung.”
jimin continued to lick, suck and bite taehyung’s neck, marveling in the sounds
taehyung let out. “i want to fuck you so bad, taetae,” jimin confessed,
slipping his hands in taehyung’s sweatpants, palming him over his boxers. “can
i fuck you, baby?”
taehyung was overcome with arousal at the feeling of jimin’s hand on his dick.
“pl-please, hyung,” begging was something he and jimin had come to love. “w-
want you in me.”
that was all the confirmation jimin needed before he slipped taehyung's shirt
over his head and began kissing him again. jimin and taehyung had lost their
virginity when they were fifteen. taehyung discovered he liked bottoming more
than topping and jimin loved topping taehyung. there was a thrill for the both
of them when they fucked, something neither one could get enough of.
“i really did miss you, baby,” jimin kissed taehyung's lips softly. “missed
cuddling you and just being with you. missed my lips around your big cock, did
you miss my mouth around you, taetae?”
taehyung moaned his reply, bringing a feeling of glee to jimin. “m-missed, ah,
missed you so much, hyung,” taehyung was becoming needy. “i even f-fingered
myself for you already. please, jimin, i need you in me.”
jimin tugged on taehyung’s sweatpants, pulling his boxers off with them, his
cock slapped against his stomach and jimin licked his lips at the sight,
growling lowly; feeling a sense of possessiveness come over him. “mine,” he
began marking up taehyung’s thighs, from the inside and out. “you're fucking
mine, do you hear? i don't want anyone else thinking they can touch you because
you're mine. your ass is mine to fuck, no one else’s”
a slap resounded throughout taehyung’s room and taehyung whimpered. “yes
hyung,” he cried, when another slapped was placed on his thigh. “i'm yours all
yours. nobody else can fuck me like you can. ah, uh, please fuck me hyung, i've
been a good boy for you.”
jimin complied, lubing up his fingers and slipping two in at once. they both
also explored taehyung’s pleasure for pain. jimin never fucked taehyung without
prepping him because no prep would hurt so much and jimin only likes tears of
pleasure leaving the younger’s face. a squelching sound resounded when jimin
continued to fuck his fingers faster, in taehyung, not relenting, even when
taehyung begged for more.
“you like my fingers up your ass like this, tae,” jimin added a third, loving
the cries taehyung released and how his back arched so prettily for him.
“answer me or i'm stopping.”
taehyung had learned from the first time jimin threatened him with stopping. he
had been so close and jimin pulled out, jerking himself off and cleaning
himself up, saying that taehyung wasn't allowed to cum because he didn't
answer. taehyung had never hated the sensation as much as he did then. jimin
hadtaken pity on him but said he could only cum by getting off with his pillow.
taehyung had never ridden anything so fast or hard as he did, when jimin gave
him permission to ride his pillow.
“l-love your fingers, hyung,” taehyung whined. “but love your cock more,
please, i'm ready, want your cock in me so bad, please, please,please.”
“since you're asking so nicely,” jimin slid in all the way, waiting for
taehyung to adjust before thrusting shallowly and slowly. “gonna go faster,
okay? how are you feeling, baby?”
“g-good, faster, please,” taehyung pleaded with his eyes, hair flopping around
and back arching slightly.
taehyung was being pushed up against the headboard, with the intensity of
jimin’s thrusts, that he had to hold his arms above his head, reaching for his
headboard, so he wouldn't hit his head against it. it had happened once and
taehyung had a concussion for about a week, so they were much more aware about
it.
skin against skin filled taehyung’s ears and he couldn't help moaning louder, a
staccato of jimin’s name left his lips and a few hyungsas well. tears were
spilling over taehyung’s eyes as jimin slowed down, feeling taehyung becoming
close. “you look so pretty right now,” jimin grunted. “being fucked so good
you're drooling and crying. who's fucking you this good, huh?”
“you are,” taehyung gasped.
“mmm, nope,” jimin slowed down even more. “that's not good enough. who's
fucking you this good?” each word was punctuated with a sharp thrust to
taehyung’s prostate and he was full on sobbing.
“y-you are jimin hyung!”
“that's right, baby,” jimin sped up again. “hyung is fucking his baby so good.
ah, fuck, i'm gonna cum. you close, taetae?”
all that left taehyung’s mouth was a scream of jimin’s name and there, there,
again, please hyung!” jimin thrust a few more times before he was spilling into
taehyung which triggered his orgasm and he tightened around jimin, legs and
hole altogether.
jimin stayed in taehyung, until his cum was done filling taehyung up and he
felt sated enough to clean taehyung and himself up. he grabbed the kleenexes on
taehyung’s bedside table and began wiping taehyung’s inner thighs but swiped a
bit of the cum there, with his fingers, bringing them to press against
taehyung’s lips. “i know how much you love this, so here,” jimin pressed more
insistently. “be a good boy and lick my fingers clean.”
taehyung did as he was asked, while jimin continued to clean him up, making
sure to taste the mess taehyung left on his stomach before cleaning up the
remainder of their messes.
once jimin wiped them down with a warm washcloth, both boys were out like a
light. taehyung spooning jimin and jimin nestling further towards taehyung’s
chest. a kiss was shared, which they could taste themselves on their tongues
and then sweet whispers were said; then silence as both boys clung to each
other, slipping into a blissful sleep.
***** THE STRAYS *****
                    my whole life they said i'd be nothing
                               but i'm something
                          i would rather be the stray
                       than be nothing to no one at all
                               song: the_strays
                                        
taehyung and jimin shared a final kiss, as jimin had to leave and head back
home. school was the very next day and they both needed to prepare for it.
taehyung absolutely hated whenever jimin had to leave. his favorite part of his
week is being with jimin, nothing made him feel better. he wishes jimin would
move back, so they could properly be together and not have to leave each other.
today of all days, he wishes jimin were here.
“look yoongi!” one of taehyung's regular bullies pushed him into his locker,
bringing a slight gasp and a wince to appear on his face. “it's the little
stray. without his  boyfriend  he's nothing! who knew he would grow up to be a
fag, just like his dads?”
there was always some quip about his dad and papa and taehyung was  sick  of
it, he decided to speak up.
“leave my fucking dad and papa out of this!” he hissed, pushing himself away
from his locker, slamming it shut without even looking at it. “they raised me
to believe i can love anyone that i want and i'll be damned if you, or anyone
else in this fucking school gets in the way of that!
“as for calling me a  fag  there's a proper term for it and it's  homosexual
or even fucking  gay . stop throwing slurs at me and act like the educated
imbecile you are, not a fucking fourth grader.”
okay, so taehyung was a bit pissed and couldn't hold his tongue for shit.
major mistake .
“is that so, little taehyungie,” yoongi sneered. “so the stray speaks? and what
a colorful language you have. i wonder what the hall monitor would think about
that.”
taehyung gulps. this was not how he thought yoongi would play. he was playing
dirty  and it pissed taehyung off even further.
“go ahead,” taehyung shrugged his shoulders. “see if i care anymore. i don't
know why i have to put up with you all, someday, i'll make something of myself
while you're stuck here doing something you hate for the rest of your lives.
“you all can pretend you're a bunch of badasses here, but the real world is
different and if you don't straighten up your attitudes, it'll chew you up and
spit you out. you may think i'm nothing now but just you wait. i'll be an actor
someday and when i am, i don't want any of you to pretend we're friends.”
taehyung was shoved to the ground and immediately punched in the jaw.
something-- someone-- was sitting on his chest and shoving their face in his.
“what gives you the right to say all of that shit, huh?” taehyung remained
silent being a defiant little shit. he loved pissing yoongi off but he hated
the beatings he always got afterwards. “answer me you little bitch!”
another punch was thrown and some slight choking happened. taehyung's body took
attraction to being choked out. he felt an adrenaline rush and blood rushing to
his dick.  oh great  he whined in his head.  stupid dick, stay down! now is not
the time to be aroused!
but his body didn't want to listen to him and taehyung continued getting
awkwardly hard and was pretty sure yoongi could feel him. it was when yoongi
pulled his hair, while someone else held him down, his voice betrayed him and a
high pitched moan slipped past his lips.
everyone froze.
“did he just  moan ?” someone asked in disbelief, maybe even disgust.
“the fuck!”
“yoongi, let go of him!”
taehyung’s face was red and yoongi continued to stare at him in shock, which
turned into a glare and then taehyung’s head was shoved down that it smacked
against the floor, causing his vision to blur slightly.
“what the fuck was that, stray?” yoongi spat in disgust. “did your dick get
excited too? you're fucking disgusting, can't believe you turned jimin gay.
you're  nothing  to be turned for.”
taehyung felt something in his chest squeeze. he was wheezing and yoongi’s
voice sounded muddled; he was seeing double. he put his hands to his ears, to
stop the ringing but it only made it worse. sitting up was a struggle as well.
he was going to pass out
“what’s wrong with him?”
“i think he's going to pass out!”
“we need to leave, like, right now yoongi!”
~☆
taehyung woke up with a groan and tried to get a glimpse of his surroundings
but his vision swam a bit.
“yeah, i wouldn't do that if i were you,” a voice he didn't recognize spoke.
“smacked your noggin pretty hard, might have a minor concussion, but probably
not because you passed out before anyone could check on you.
“what were you doing, to have you end up looking like this? you aren't one of
those troublemakers are you?”
“hoseok! leave the poor boy alone and return back to the desk.”
taehyung sat up as slowly as he could but his vision still blurred, with every
movement. he gingerly pressed on his head, only to find a small bump and a jolt
of pain.  what is dad and papa going to think?
as if he reading his mind, the school nurse spoke, “i've contacted your
parents, they are on their way right now.”
and not a moment later, seokjin and jeongguk come rushing through the door,
almost toppling to the linoleum floor in their haste.
“what happened?” seokjin’s eyes widened at the sight of his bloodied son. “i
want an explanation right now!”
taehyung winced. “papa, please. my head hurts, can't handle loud noises right
now.” he was almost pouting at this point.
“seems he got into a scuffle that ended badly,” the nurse spoke, gesturing
towards his son. “if hoseok hadn't have found him, he would have been lying on
the floor for quite some time and that would not be the best for him.
“whoever did this to him, just left him there. there haven't been any reports
or sightings on who could have done it bu-”
“it was that stupid fucking  min yoongi ,” taehyung spat yoongi's name as if he
ate something that didn't taste very pleasant. “he whammed on me because i
spoke up when his idiot friend was talking bad about my dad and papa. i may
have also pissed them off by saying that i would get somewhere in life and they
wouldn't, if they kept up the attitude they have going for them as of right
now.”
jeongguk, glanced in his son’s direction, mouth pursing and a scolding on the
tip of his tongue. “ kim taehyung  what did i say about cursing?” he placed his
hands on his hips, cocking one side, and tapping his foot impatiently.
“but, yoongi-ssi really did do it, dad!”
“i don't care who did it, at this moment,” jeongguk crossed his arms, ears
turning red with anger. “what did i say about  cursing ?”
taehyung mumbled but jeongguk was not satisfied. he cupped his ear as a gesture
to tell taehyung to speak up.
“you said not to,” taehyung had another protest ready but jeongguk nipped it in
the bud.
“i want your cellphone for the rest of the day,” jeongguk stuck his hand out,
wiggling his fingers to emphasize his point. “hand it over, mister.”
taehyung sighed, reaching in his pocket and pulling out his phone. he had
several texts and missed calls from jimin.  wonder what's up?  taehyung
stretched his arm out, allowing jeongguk to take his phone.
“but dad!” taehyung whined.
“no, buts,” jeongguk was using his no nonsense voice and taehyung knew that
meant his dad was royally pissed off.
“okay.”
~☆
“when you're finished doing the dishes,” jeongguk said, beginning to get ready
for his and seokjin’s impromptu date. “please take care of your kitten
responsibilities. sailor mars refuses to use her litter box because it hasn't
been cleaned.
“your papa and i should be back eleven-thirty, midnight. jimin is stopping by
because he's on break and will be staying with us for two weeks. don't forget
to lock the doors and warm up leftovers, okay? i love you my little tiger cub.”
taehyung smiles at the kiss placed on his forehead. “i love you, too, dad,” he
lightly shoved jeongguk. “you and papa have fun, okay?”
jeongguk nodded and left.
taehyung sighed, rinsing the dishes and setting them in dish rack to dry. he
was just dumping a new layer of kitty litter into the litter box when the bell
for the door went off, signaling jimin's arrival.
“coming!” he shouted, capping the litter.
he opens the door and is greeted by a concerned looking jimin.
“oh my gosh,” jimin immediately reaches for taehyung’s face, a growl rumbling
in the back of his throat. “baby, are you okay? who did this to you? i'll bash
their fucking face in!”
“jimin-ah,” taehyung grabbed jimin's hand that was squishing his lips and
cheeks together. “it's okay, don't worry about it. i mouthed off and got my ass
handed to me, i should have held my tongue in the presence of idiots.”
jimin frowned, not liking the sight of taehyung covered in bruises and
miniscule scratches. something possessive and  protective  clenched in his
stomach.  how dare someone lay a hand on his precious taehyung! they deserve to
have their teeth knocked out for touching him!  jimin didn't like the situation
one bit.
“i still don't like that they fucking laid a hand on you!” jimin's jaw clenched
and his hands were in tight fists. “i want to break their fucking face for
touching yours.”
taehyung stepped aside, allowing jimin to stomp over to the couch and flop onto
it. he closed the door, glancing at his boyfriend of one year, finding his
protectiveness charming but also a bit alarming.
taehyung doesn't understand why yoongi hates him but he hates yoongi because
yoongi is the root of him being bullied. if yoongi would have never said what
he said, the day taehyung started school, he would have much better school
years and jimin might not have moved away.  that was inevitable, taehyung.  he
scolded himself, feeling a wave of sadness wash over him.
“what are you thinking about, baby?” jimin waved taehyung over, pulling him on
his lap when he stood right in front of the other.
“want you to move back,” taehyung's demeanor plummeted just as his mood did.
“if you were here, everybody would think twice about beating the shit out of me
or  you. i want you back here really, really bad.”
taehyung begins sniffling, trying to stop what he knows is coming. he feels his
eyes begin to sting and water and his nose becomes runny. he knows he's getting
ready to cry but he desperately tries to force his body to stop it from
happening, he fails. his body betrays him once more and his shoulders shake
from the suppressed sobs.
“oh baby,” jimin pulls the younger into a semi-hug, kissing his forehead and
petting his hair. “if i could move back, you know i would. i wouldn't love
anything more than being here with you. i would protect you with all i have in
me and fuck you senseless, whenever we had the chance.
“i would put those fucking bullies in their place, that's for damn sure. i'd
break their fucking fingers, arms, legs, face,  anything , if they tried to
hurt you. fuck, i wish i could be here with you. i could talk to yoongi-hyung
and see if he could watch after you in my stead?”
taehyung jerks and then flinches from the information. “um,” he mumbles weakly,
feeling a lump grow in his throat. “i don't think he would, seeing as he's the
one who did this to me.”
taehyung wishes he had a camera because the face jimin makes is priceless.
“ yoongi-hyung  did this to you?” jimin's eyes are wide and it's a bit scary to
taehyung because he knows jimin is so shocked, he can't even begin to explain
how he feels. then his jaw clenches once more and his voice brings chills to
taehyung’s spine. “yoongi-hyung did this to you.”
“jimin, it's fi-”
“it's not fucking fine, taehyung,” jimin's grip tightens around taehyung. “i
asked him to watch you and make sure none of these other pricks, picked on you.
he's not beating you up because you're gay, is he?”
taehyung shakes his head  no . “he would have beat you up, too, if that was the
case.”
“like hell he would,” jimin scoffs. “i wouldn't let him get a single punch in.
good. i'm glad that's not the reasoning but i'm livid. i can't believe hyung
would do such a thing and to you of all people.
“what's so wrong that he has to do this to you? you're the sweetest, most
loving person i know. your ass is out of this world and i have to hold myself
back from cumming, when you ride me because, baby, you do it so sinfully. how
your hips move the way they do, i have no fucking idea. and how you just glow,
lips swollen, eyes dazed. makes me so hard thinking about it. wanna ride me on
this couch?”
a nod and muffled whine is all jimin needs before he presses their lips
together in a rough kiss.
End Notes
     this fic is for my soulmate and best friend hila. i hope it's what
     you were expecting! happy birthday and i love you <3 <3
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