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taehyung was sweet while jungkook was bitter. together they were bittersweet and for nothing in the world would taehyung want it to change. their relationship was the last thing he still had and without it he would feel lost and anchor-less.
some would say their relationship was toxic but to taehyung it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
(except for the fact that it’s leaving scars and bruises that would litter his skin like a whole new layer.)
but taehyung would just answer that no relationship was perfect, and their relationship was no exception to that rule.
jungkook loved him, right ? he loved him and so he did and he was happy with jungkook.
(except for these nights he spent praying to god he will not die this night but at the same time prying to just die so the suffering would end and he would break free from this nightmare.)
jungkook was with him for years, so it must means something, right ?
taehyung was a sweet person, everyone knew it and everyone knew that taehyung was the kind of person that would get easily taken advantage. because - trop bon trop con.
but no, taehyung wasn’t really dumb, he was just too sweet and too forgiving and he just got unlucky and met the worst person he could have ever met, jungkook.
he was nice at first, very, it was like love all over again, they found themselves like soulmates did and they discovered themselves like young and dumb kids in love.
it was happiness and taehyung felt like he could finally, for once, be happy.
but not even ten weeks after their first kiss and first date, what was once a daydream turned into a nightmare and taehyung felt like his world had crumbled all around him. but he thought it was normal, that it was how jungkook loved him, when he did nothing and did everything jungkook told him to, when he stayed quiet when jungkook was pounding into him forcefully, rough and hard even when he didn’t want it and when he stayed obedient just like a good boy, a good pup.
taehyung tried to forget these moments and only focus on the good moments that usually followed soon after the bad moments.
but as time passes, these moments grew rarer and rarer until it was just bad days every day of the year.
taehyung didn’t really know how it happened, because it seemed like it was always there, lurking in the darkness waiting for the best moment to attack. he should have known better than that, when jungkook didn’t let him hang out with some of his male friends, when he didn’t let him have a job or even when he tried to control what taehyung ate, judging the latter too fat or not skinny enough. or when he didn’t let him wear what he wanted, judging his clothes too slutty or revealing.
taehyung should have known but he didn’t know better and he thought that it was normal and jungkook was just being protective and possessive, as all boyfriends and girlfriends and partners should be. he just didn’t get that being protective and possessive is okay, but just not too much. too much, when it became borderline toxic, abusive.
and taehyung is used to abusive people, since his early ages, maybe that was why he thought it was too normal, too banal for him.
but- taehyung would tell you that it was okay. he says it was okay as scenes of him beaten to a pulp, lying lifelessly on the floor of their room, whimpering at every breathe he took and cried because his whole body hurt flashes in his mind. it was okay, he said and he thought about the cold nights he spent wondering if that night was going to be his last night, if this breath he just took was going to be his last breath.
and maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t okay after all.
“hi, i'm jimin.”
“taehyung.”
jimin didn’t answer but simply contentedly smiled while looking at the sky, his hair falling on his face.
they were sitting on a bench, at a park, together even though there was a lot of empty benches. taehyung didn’t mind the guy sitting next to him though ; it felt good. it was the first male person to have approached him, besides jungkook. it was nice, he thought. plus, this jimin guy had a nice face to look at.
they didn’t talk much, taehyung had come to the park in the first place just to relax and to forget what was happening in his “home”, and forget the aching pain in his ribs.
jimin was simply enjoying the rays of sunshine on his face as he tried to subtly look at the taller man sitting besides him.
taehyung’s ringing phone broke the silence, as the younger boy flinched, afraid to look at the caller’s id. he didn’t want to deal with jungkook just yet.
few moments later, jimin got up and told taehyung that it was nice meeting him, and that should do that again.
and taehyung couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he saw the smaller man getting ready.
but his disappointment is soon replaced by embarrassment and joy as jimin gave him a wink and his number, “call me tonight if you have time”.
if you asked jimin about taehyung, he would just laugh and shake his head and would tell you “I love that guy”.
but if you asked taehyung about jimin, he would blush and hide his face behind slender fingers and would ask you “w-who is that ?” but everyone knew well that he knew who jimin was.
jimin was… his first everything after he met jungkook.