"You think you're so cool now, huh? Going to parties and hanging out with the cool kids? It doesn't make you less of a pathetic loser."

Jimin quickly zipped up his jacket and attempted to walk by. He had forgotten his jacket in his locker here at gym class. The last thing he thought was that he would be here.

Jimin had avoided him for days since he was suspended for smoking weed on school grounds, but now he was back.

"Where to so fast?" He asked with a smirk.

"I'm just trying to get to class. I don't want any problems." He whispered.

He noticed that two of friends had walked in the locker room locking the door behind. "How does it feel to get it up the ass? I've always wondered that. How the fuck do you get used to a dick going up your ass?"

"I-I-" Jimin couldn't speak. He just felt his face get red as the other two snickered in the background.

"Let's find out shall we? Pass me that broom stick in the corner." He ordered one of his friends.

Jimin instantly went into panic mode and attempted to run out. He got pulled back by his other friend.

He grabbed the broom stick and swung it straight to his face knocking him down. "That's what you get for trying to run away you fucker." He told leaning over him.

Jimin grabbed his blood face. It hurt at first, but his whole face went numb after a few seconds.

"Who are you fucking, huh? Who's that sicko?" He asked swinging the broom stick again.

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me." He screamed. The other two grabbed Jimin and held him up while he hit them with the broom.

He smiled wickedly when Jimin didn't move. "Are you really willing to take a beating for your fucker? All you fags should rotten in hell." He said in disgust holding his head up by pulling his hair.

"I just can't wrap my head around your gay shit. How do you find it appealing to get fucked from the same place where you shit?" He snorted.

Jimin coughed up blood and looked him in the eyes. "I don't know. You've been talking about it so much. Maybe you want it up the ass."

His two friends smirked looking down. He punched him in the gut knocking his breath out. "Shut the fuck up. You're so full of shit you deserve to eat shit." He said forcing him to get up.

He pulled him to one of the bathroom stalls and as much as Jimin tried to resist he was stronger.

He kicked the back of his knees making him fall on them. Then, pushed his face down the toilet.

Jimin could feel the water going up his nose and he started swinging his arms in the air trying to get up.

"Alright, thats enough. You're going to drown him." One said.

"I don't give a shit. This fucker called me a fag."

"Who the fuck cares what he says? He's a loser anyways. Let him go." The other said.

"No! No one says shit like that about me!" He screamed pushing him further.

"Fuck, I'm leaving. I'm not going to get in trouble for this shit."

As soon as his friend said that he heard a knock on the door. They all froze and looked at each other. "Shit." He cursed and let Jimin go.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" A student called.

Jimin gasped for air spitting out water. "You tell on me and I will beat the living shit of you twice as hard. You're lucky you got saved. I would've done the world a favor to drown your fag ass. And go ahead and go tell your little ass kissers that I did this. Don't you get tired of people sticking up for you? You're such a pussy."

The three left the locker room to bump into a guy at the door. "You say what you saw and you're dead." He warned.

The guy was smaller and a freshman so he simply nodded too afraid to speak up. Jimin was on the dirty bathroom floor sick to his stomach.

He put his hand on his mouth trying to stop the vomit, but couldn't stop it and ended up vomiting all over the floor.

The freshman didn't even go all the way in because he heard this. He left the locker room without looking for the gym bag he had forgotten.

•••

"Jimin! Sorry I took so long. I stayed to play basketball with my friends. Hey? Are you okay?" He asked knocking on the bathroom door.

Jimin wiped the tears streaming down his face and took a quite breath before answering. "I'm fine! Just got to shower!"

"Oh, okay. I have to shower too. Maybe I can join you." He smirked from outside.

Jimin grabbed a towel and stuffed it in his mouth so he wouldn't hear his cries. Yoongi's smile slowly faded thinking he had made him uncomfortable.

"I'm kidding. I've told you I don't want you just for sex. Sorry, I was kidding."

Jimin turned on the water, "N-no. Its-it's alright." He told in a shaky breath.

Yoongi leaned in closer. "Are you sure you're okay? Why weren't you at lunch today? I didn't see you."

"I had to make up a test."

"Are you sure?"

Jimin had skipped lunch and his last two periods. He was too paranoid to go to class after what had happened.

He didn't want to bother Yoongi with his problems and he really didn't want to show him the bruise on his cheek or the marks on his body.

"Okay. I will wait out here for you."

"Alright. It might take me a while. I'm really sweaty from gym." He fake laughed. He had already showered four times since he got here.

The gross feeling didn't go away. He could still feel the toilet water on his skin and it made him so sick.

He jumped in the shower and started scrubbing his body so hard that his skin was bright red and burning.

Yoongi laid in bed waiting for Jimin. He was exhausted from the basketball game so he closed his eyes for a brief second.

Jimin was done showering several minutes after Yoongi fell asleep by accident. He was slow to walk out the bathroom afraid of Yoongi's reaction.

He sighed relieved when he saw him asleep. Then, he walked over to turn off the lights just in case he woke up.

As he was heading back to the bed he saw him get up. The light from his clock shined perfectly on his silhouette.

"I fell asleep. Sorry. Why did you turn off the lights?"

"I didn't want to wake you up."

"It's fine. I have to get up and shower-" before he could get up Jimin wrapped his arms around him and stumbled back on his bed.

It hurt to stretch a certain way due to the horrible bruises on his chest and abdomen. Yet, he didn't say a word to not upset him. At least not tonight.

"I see you missed me." He chuckled.

"You have no idea." He whispered back.

"You can hug me all you want after I shower."

"No. Stay. Please. Let's sleep."

"But, I stink."

"I don't care. The last thing I care about right now is your odor." He told gripping him tighter though it hurt.

Yoongi wrapped his arm around his waist and smiled unaware of what was happening. "Okay, I'll stay. Let's sleep." He said kissing his forehead.

Jimin gulped as the tears built up in his eyes. Why did everything always went downhill just when things started to look brighter?

If it wasn't Yoongi's parents, it was his parents. And if it wasn't them it was the shitty people that didn't accept their romance.

Either way, it felt like the world was against them both. Especially him. It always tried to take everything from him no matter how hard he tried.

And Jimin, often liked to be optimistic and keep on trying. But, it was hard. So hard. How was it fair that he was nice and kept getting humiliated and beaten up?

"Yoongi," he whispered.

"Mhmm?" He responded nearly asleep again.

"Will everything be okay?"

"What do you mean?" He mumbled resting his head on top of his.

"You and I. Do you promise to not do me wrong?"

"You think I'm doing you wrong?" He asked opening his eyes again and becoming more alert.

"No. I guess I'm just scared. You're the only good thing in my life right now. Aside from Taehyung and Nayeon. You understand why I'm scared, right?"

"Yeah, I'm scared too. Don't worry. I'm here." He said rubbing small circles on his back.

And though they both pretended to sleep neither of them could for a while. How could they, when their hearts felt so heavy?