The crunching sounds of leaves beneath her slippers as she walked through the dense forest were a prominent sound. Loud, but not loud enough to actually wake up the sleeping toddler perched on her back. Owls hooted, bats flied around her and she hiked her son up her shoulders a bit higher when she sensed he was slipping from her grip. She was tired, her legs were hurting but her mind was numb. There was hatred lingering in her mind and a far-fetched thought of wanting to jump off the nearest cliff she could find, if it wasn't for her son.

Salty tears streamed down her face, cascading down to her neck. Soft sniffles managed to escape her mouth every now and then, but even then she tried to be her quietest, daring not to wake up her son and see his own mother in this state of utter despair. She had went into town in search for her husband who claimed he would be back after a few days, however its been months and his face was now just an etched memory in her mind. When she arrived, holding Jimin's small chubby hand in her own, the toddler rumbling about how happy he was to meet his father, what she saw wasn't anything she had expected. There in their own little cottage in town, he was with another mistress, more beautiful and perfect then she was ever before. That was the last she remembered before she stormed away, range and sadness all too clear in his eyes.

They have been walking for hours. Jimin legs were tired but they can't seem to find a way back to their cottage. "Why didn't Papa look happy to see us, Mama?" Jimin asked innocently, his chubby arms wrapped around the women's neck. The young witch shrugged, "Because we're the outcasts of this world, Jiminie, Mama was wrong to even think that I had something special with a man like him."

Jimin didn't understand but he stayed quiet. His mother gasped happily when she saw a lit castle in the distance. "Jiminie, I want you to stay here for Mama okay?" She asked quietly, leaving Jimin under a tree. "Don't go anywhere, baby. Mama will be right back for you, okay?" The tiny wizard nodded, fixing his robe as he sat on the root of the tree, his horse stuffed toy close to his chest.

"Okay Mama, I'll be waiting here."

The witch tried to turn the knob of the large castle, gasping a bit the large doors creaked open. Whats inside looks like a party of some sort and all heads turned to look at her. She blushed a deep red in shame, her ragged clothes and dusty hair receiving disgusted looks from most of the staff. She stood there, wand in her pocket and hands shaky – how was she to ask for an accommodation in this place with all these stares coming her way? All of them were what seemed to be human, and she felt out-casted even more, knowing that she was the only witch in the whole castle. Witches were the outcast of town, everyone despised her kind. They were seducers of man, they were the cunning ladies that made every man fall at their feet once they spotted them, laid eyes on them. However, not everyone know the other side of the green grass.

Walking down the stairs was a teen boy, dressed in all the good galore – she knew that he just had to be the one who runs this place. She bowed timidly, trying to make herself look the most presentable, ignoring all the judging stares she got from the people around her. There was no time to be ashamed of what or who she is, she's got her toddler waiting for her out in the cold, hungry and tired. "Y-Your highness," She begun, "M-My son and I-" gasps from all around the place caught her off guard. She turned around, face to face with the guards of the palace who were now grabbing her by her arms. "Wait! P-Please at least listen to what I have to say!" She screamed, flailing against the hold of the strong guards.

The prince doesn't seem to mind what she had to say, just staring at her with everyone in the room – every one looking at her as if she was a piece of scum from the bottom of earth. And that was when she decided that she was mad – mad at the world, mad at humans, mad at everything.

Jimin remembers, his mind was blazing with various thoughts as he sat in his place on the giant bed, a duvet wrapped around him. He remembers now, that when he was just a six year old toddler he remember waiting under the tree and falling asleep. He remembered how hard his mom was crying when she came back, she remembered how different she acted all the way home. And the way she acted since that nigh...it never changed.

The young boy was snapped out of his thought when the door creaked open silently, "Hey, how are you feeling?" he asked quietly. "I'm fine..." he answered softly and sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I know that I can help you guys, but I don't know how to make that possible..."

"Joonie you don't have to be mad...he did say that he would find a way to help you." Seokjin muttered, putting his hands on Namjoon's shoulders gently. The taller male sighed, rubbing his face and letting out a groan. "You don't understand, its not that..." He said softly, eyes tired and face pale. "I did that to her, the only reason why everyone was suffering was because of me..?." Namjoon was pass breaking point, voice cracking as he tried not to let his walls fall down. But he knew that there were already cracking, and it would only be so long until they break apart, letting every single piece of his weaknesses show – and Namjoon couldn't have that happen. He had to be strong, he was what the rest of the boys looked up to. He had to be strong, for Hoseok, for Yoongi, for Jeongguk...he had to safe them.

He sighed and stood up, walking away from Seokjin and slamming his bedroom door behind him. Seokjin was left standing in shock as Namjoon stomped away. His heart hammered against his chest, did Namjoon just...ignored him?

"Pack up, we're leaving to wherever that scumbag lives." Namjoon announced when he walked into the living room, pointing at Jimin, "Take us to wherever you live, and I'm not taking no as an answer. You finish whatever your piece of shit mother started."

"Namjoon-" Seokjin started, only to get cut off as the taller male walked past him, ignoring his words.

Yoongi growled lowly, "Watch what you're saying, asshole. He didn't do anything wrong."

"He's a fucking witch, why do you think he's all innocent?" Namjoon growled back, eyes turning dark. "If you want me to remind you, one of his own kind killed your mother, Yoongi." Fingers pointed at Jimin, making him cower further into the wall. It doesn't stop – the discrimination against him and his kind. All he wanted to do was really just get away from it all.

Yoongi grew quiet, as if he was just reminded and heaved loudly, walking out of the room with a heavy stomp in his steps leaving Jimin with teary eyes and everyone else shocked. Great, now the only friend he thought he had probably hates him too.

"You're being a prick." Hoseok spoke up, glaring at Namjoon before grabbing Jimin's hand in his bigger ones and walking out of the palace with his travel sack hiked up on his shoulders. "I packed, try to catch up." he snapped at everyon, eyeing Jeongguk who hiked up his own sack and followed after them. 

"Are you okay...?" Hoseok asked softly, looking down at the small male. Jimin smiled lightly and nodded, "I'm fine." He smiled, something that wouldn't even reach his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Jimin slowly shook his head, eyes welling up to the brim with tears as he hiccuped a bit, "No..." He whispered, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. "I thought I'd be fine...but I'm not.." he cried covered his eyes. Hoseok frowned and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pulling the small boy to him. "Shh...I'll help you...none of them can hurt you when I'm here, I promise okay?"

Jimin nodded, sobbing into the older male's shoulder, unaware of the dark eyes looking at them from a few feet away, fists clenching and nails digging into his palms.

 "I found him first..."