A/N: So I've had a couple people ask me to do a face reveal. Would y'all like me to do a face reveal? In case you are wondering, I'm half Honduran(mom) and half white(dad). Anyway, please tell me if you want me to do a face reveal or not.

ON WITH THE STORY

THIRD PERSON POV

After about another hour of questions, they went back to the dorm.

"Tae?" Yoongi asked, once they showered and were laying on Taehyung's bed, cuddling.

"Yes?" Taehyung looked down at Yoongi, who's head rested in Taehyung's chest, listening to his relaxing heartbeat.

"I have one more question, but if you don't want to tell me then it's fine." Yoongi said, running his slender fingers over Taehyung's new and old scars that lay on his abdomen.

"I will answer any question you ask. I want this to work out. I want us to work out."

"Why do you hurt yourself so much? Is it because of me? Do you continue to hurt yourself because you hate me? Are you just going to leave me like everyone else?" Yoongi began to cry. Taehyung felt his heart shatter. He pulled Yoongi's head, so that he was looking into his eyes, and kissed him. Yoongi kissed back, though still crying.

"Please don't cry. None of that is because of you, baby. I'm not going to leave you; and I love you too much to hurt you." Taehyung said as he wiped away Yoongi's tears.

"Do you wanna know why I did this?" Taehyung asked. Yoongi nodded his head.

"My mom sold me to be a sex slave because he found out that I was gay. Even though my parents are gay, they still sold me. My mom called me things like 'stupid alien', 'a failure', and 'worthless'. My 'caregiver', if you could even call him that, told me many things. He would always walk into the room and degrade me until I was crying. He told me things like 'whore', 'faggot', and many other names. But that was usually all he would call me: degrading names. This one thing stood out to me the most: I was sitting on the floor of the basement, naked, because he made me, and I was waiting on his friends to come and use me. There was nothing in there but me, and I couldn't fight back because I was malnourished, dehydrated, and extremely sore. I was probably about 17 years old at this time. He walked up to me, grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him, and said, 'you're just used for your body. No one would ever want a bitchy slut like you.' And I believed him. I believed him even when I was saved. And I still believe it now sometimes. I hope you're not using me, Yoongi." Taehyung confessed, his voice cracking multiple times.

"I would never." Yoongi said, kissing Taehyung. That one kiss contained many thoughts and confessions that didn't have to be spoken.

"I love you so much, Taehyung. And I always will, do you understand me?"

"Yes and I love you, too."

A/N: Sorry I made y'all wait for so long for this chapter. I hope it was good.