Taehyung groaned as a peak of sunlight shone through the blinds.

His body was sore and stiff, he'd been beaten to a pulp.

Taehyung was worried, how would he cover up these bruises?

What would people say?

He sighed as he went to the bathroom to wash up, as he showered the warm water stung the harsh cuts on his skinny frail body.

Taehyung felt the bile rise up in his throat, his eyes stung as tears rolled down his cheeks.

A small whimper escapes his mouth, as he chokes out a sob, he only wanted happiness.

What had he done?

Taehyung steps out the bathroom his body stinging from the hot water, his face had become pale and the bruises were visible.

He sighed as he reached over to the bottle of foundation that was almost empty, due to the frequent bruising, pumping some of the beige liquid onto his hand he applied some to the purplish bruise on his cheek, wincing slightly.

Taehyung felt relief knowing that his parents weren't at home, he let out a long tired sigh.

He had quickly changed his clothes, grabbing his rather large backpack slinging the straps over his shoulders as he ran downstairs.

Taehyung didn't eat.

He was too fat.

That's what they said anyways.

"Oi faggot." Taehyung sighed as he walked past the remark, the boy never spoke a word, it's the same every single day.

Endure it.

He'd by now learned that it was the best thing to just ignore it because it's not like he could say anything.

Taehyung had always wondered why the person who always called him a faggot, would then, later on, check up on him and apologize.

Jungkook.

What was his deal?

"Are you ignoring me you fucking bitch."

Taehyung winced at the pain of being slammed into a locker, the cold metal adding pain to his already bruised back.

"Stop i-it p-please." Taehyung whimpered as Jungkook lifted his chin harshly looking at him with wide eyes.

People had crowded the two, staring intently and whispering some even giggling considering the situation.

"No."

Jungkook spat at Taehyung's feet glaring at him with cold eyes.

"People like you should suffer."

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Taehyung had gotten through the day, ignoring the crude remarks.

He had to be strong.

Lunchtime came around and Taehyung sat under the tree outside his tray on his lap.

The wind blew softly, tickling his hair a little.

Taehyung smiled in content, at least no one here would hurt him.

"Taehyung." Taehyung freezes as he recognizes the cold voice of Jungkook.

He flinches.

Please no.

"I'm sorry." The boy whispers his head lowered in shame his voice suddenly soft, Taehyung is confused his mouth slightly agape.

"W-What?" Taehyung whispered softly afraid to speak.

"I don't like doing that to you."

Jungkook walked over to Taehyung and sat by him, under the tree.

"Look at me, please." Taehyung hesitantly lifted his head up to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook pulled his face to his own, connecting their lips together in a sweet kiss.

"You are so beautiful."

Taehyung froze, there was a fluttery feeling in his heart yet he was so confused.

What is going on?