7 years later.

"Jimin!"

"I-I'm almost ready mom." He screamed shoving down his suitcase. Moving into a different school was nerve wrecking.

He hated the idea of it, but the teasing and bullying at his old school wasn't tolerable anymore.

Not that Jimin complained. In fact, he never complained. It was his mother who would notice it.

"Where are your glasses?" His father asked once he was downstairs. "I-uh-I wanted to ask if I could get contacts instead."

"Contacts? For what? Don't you know that women like smart men?"

Jimin nodded his head shyly. "Hurry. We will be late." He said turning away from him. "Bye. Take care. I will see you this weekend." His mom said planting a kiss on Jimin's cheek.

"Bye mom. It'll be great. I promise." He responded with a bright smile.

His mom smiled in return her heart slowly sinking. She didn't know how he did it. How he always smiled through it all. And she felt bad, for not sticking up for him. But what could she do? She was scared herself.

"I love you."

"I love you! Bye! Tell Jihyun I said bye."

"I will."

Jimin hurried out the door struggling to lift his heavy suit case. "Fuck. Can't you even do this? Haven't you been working out?" His father shouted taking it from him.

"I-I have."

"Let's go." He replied aggravated. His bike was already tied on the back of the car. That's how he would get around since his father didn't have enough patience to teach him how to drive.

He followed his father to the car and stayed in silence until he made an odd turn. "Why-why are we going this way?" Jimin wondered.

"A couple moved down the road from us."

"So?"

"It's one of those couples."

"Oh,"

"So, whenever you come back home I will need you to come around the other way."

"That's fifteen minutes longer..." he quietly replied.

"I don't care."

Jimin bit the inside of his lip. He couldn't say or do anything. He knew his father didn't care. He never did. So what was the point of wasting his breath?

•••

"Listen up,"

Jimin gulped looking at his father. "You need to step it up. I can't keep moving schools for your convenience. You're grown enough to step up to those guys. Don't let them push you around like that. Stop being so scared of everything or you will always be targeted. Stop smiling at them like that. They're not your friends."

"I'm just trying to be nice..." he whispered.

"Niceness won't get you anywhere you fool. You have to build yourself a reputation where people won't take advantage of you."

"Okay." He replied grabbing the door handle.

"Oh, and please Jimin, please. Get a girlfriend. I'm tired of all these rumors going around. Just get a girlfriend."

"I'm talking to this girl." He lied.

"Thank goodness! You should've gotten one a long time ago. Look at your brother he's fifteen and has already had three."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

"No. You don't understand. That's your problem, Jimin. If you don't stop acting and behaving the way you do people won't ever leave you alone. This is a fucking cruel world for you to be different."

"I understand.Don't worry, dad. I won't let you down." He replied softly  as he put his glasses on.

"Good." He said getting off to help him with the suitcase and bike.

"I'll see you this weekend."

Jimin nodded taking the bike and putting a lock around it along with the other bikes that were there.

He made sure to wait until he was gone to grab the suitcase. The last thing he needed was for him to keep making fun of the fact that he couldn't lift it up.

Minutes after struggling, he finally made it inside the building. "Hey, I'm Park Jimin. The new student. We came for orientation a few days ago." He told the lady up front.

He was panting due to exhaustion. She looked older and like she couldn't see very well. "Park Jimin?" She repeated typing his name, one letter at the time.

"That's me!" He beamed happily.

"Uh, room...room 93. Will you be going home on weekends?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay. Here's your key. You won't get a replacement so don't misplace it. Alright? Take the elevator to the fifth floor and you will find your room."

"Okay. Thank you." He replied walking towards it. He nervously stared at the number pad hopping he wouldn't confuse the numbers.

Another boy got in the elevator with him making his nerves worse. "Are you pressing a floor or not?" He asked aggravated.

"I need uh-"

The guy pressed his floor annoyed at the younger. "S-Sorry. I didn't mean to hold you up. I'm Park Jimin. I'm new! Maybe you can show me around." He said with a bright smile.

The blonde boy gave him an odd look bursting into laughter. Jimin was confused at him laughing, but he laughed along either way.

"Yeah, right. Are we in fucking kindergarten for me to show you around?"

"N-no. I just—"

"Do you want me to hold your hand baby?"

"N-no. I'm sorry. You must've misunderstand me. I'm just trying to—"

"Weirdo." He murmured going out the elevator.

Jimin gulped feeling embarrassed. That was his problem. He always tried so hard to be liked because no one ever did.

So, he understood.

He was annoying and came off as a weird and clingy. He knew this very well since he had unsuccessfully attempted to fit in with the rest.

The elevator door was about to close and he quickly stuck his hand out to stop it. Maybe he'd find someone to help him on this floor.

Maybe, he could find the blonde guy and apologize for his weird behavior.

Just as he walked down the hall he spotted his room number. He glanced at his key and at the door to make sure it was the correct one.

He walked towards it to slide the key and saw that it was already cracked open by a doorstop. He knocked on the door to get an answer, but didn't receive it.

Jimin being as curious and impatient as he was, opened up the food and stepped in along with his suitcase.

"H-hello?" He called.

As soon as he heard the bathroom door open he regretted walking in so uninvited. What would his roommate think?

A tall, golden skin boy, with dark black hair walked out causally with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

"I-I'm sorry." Jimin apologizes looking down.

"No problem. You are?" He asked uninterested.

"I-I'm Park Jimin your roommate."

The guy laughed making him look up. He had the prettiest boxy smile he had ever seen. Jimin didn't know what was so funny, but he laughed with him.

It was a Jimin thing. Whenever he heard someone else laugh he had to do it too. "That's impossible." The guy finally replied.

"No-this is-this is my room."

The guy shrugged removing the towel from his waist. Jimin gasped blushing uncontrollably. He had seen dicks before. Well, only his dick never another one.

"Are you gay or something?"

"No." He quickly replied.

"Oh, then? What's the problem?"

"I don't want to invade your privacy."

"It's cool. But, hey, listen. I already have a roommate so that's why I know for a fact you can't be it." He said as he put on some boxers.

"Are you dressed?" He whispered shyly.

"Yeah."

Jimin peaked and saw him bending over to pick up a pair of shorts. His body was to die for.

Jimin's heart was speeding so fast he had to grab his chest to get a hold of himself. "Hello? You okay dude?"

"Y-yes."

"Did you hear what I said?" He asked sliding his shorts on. His V line was still visible and he couldn't help but to look.

"No. I apologize. I'm sorry. I get distracted easily."

"I said that I can help you find your room. Let
me see your key."

Jimin handed it to him his palms sweaty. The boy grinned, "Your room is 93 not 39." He giggled.

"S-sorry. I confuse my numbers sometimes when I'm nervous. I know I'm stupid."

"No. Not at all! It's okay. I get it your nervous. Lucky for you, I know your roommate personally. I'll take you up there."

"You will? Thank you."

After he put on a shirt he walked him to the elevator again. On the way up the floor Jimin kept looking at his side profile.

How was he so beautifully structured? Who designed this boy? Was he even real? Or was he an angel from above?

"Come on. This way." He told motioning for Jimin to follow behind.

Seconds later they arrived at the door. He looked up and saw the numbers and then his key.

Stupid Jimin. How did you confuse them?

"Here's your room! I'll see you around, Jimin? That's your name right?"

He nodded in response with a warm smile. "Cool. I'm Taehyung by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Taehyung. Thank you so much."

"No big deal."

"Thank you."

"I just helped you find your room. Anyways, see you around."

Jimin kept smiling at himself. Taehyung didn't know this, but Jimin was not only thankful for his help.

He was thankful at least someone had been nice to him.

After Taehyung got in the elevator the slid his key in the green light coming on. He grabbed the door handle and opened it up dragging his suitcase behind.

"H-hi. Roommate?" He called.

Whenever he heard loud moans coming from the bathroom he gasped. "Are-are you okay?" He quietly asked.

At some point he heard screaming and he slowly made his way to the door. He landed eyes on a pale boy thrusting into a pretty girl leaning over the sink.

They were both dripping wet and it looked like they had just gotten out of the shower. Suddenly, the boy saw Jimin and he quickly rushed to the door.

The girl squealed covering herself up. Not that Jimin was looking at her anyways. "What the fuck?" He cursed.

"Sorry! I'm-I'm your-"

"Get the fuck out!" He screamed wrapping a towel around his waist.

"I'm sorry! I thought you were hurt! And-"

"Thought I was hurt? Are you a fucking moron?"

Jimin shook his head his eyes building up with tears. "I'm sorry." He apologized again. "Get the fuck out fucking weirdo."

"But- But I'm your new roommate—"

"Oh yeah? I don't give a fuck. I want you to get out right now!" He screamed pointing to the door.

"O-okay. I will wait outside. I'm sorry once again." He whispered quickly walking to the door embarrassed.

He waited outside the door biting the inside of his cheek. He tried to stabilize his breathing, his chest was starting to feel heavy at the moment.

"I'll wait." He whispered to himself.

And for a split second, he wished that Taehyung would've been his roommate.