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<p>Jungkook stared outside from his window, it was 12:52 AM. The boy couldn't sleep, he had woken up from a dream and couldn't fall back asleep. Jungkook sighed as he leaned on the window sill and watched the rain slide down the glass, his finger following them till they hit the other side’s sill. As he followed one drop, that seemed to sparkle the most, he noticed a street lamp still on.
The boy squinted his eyes, looking closer. There seemed to be a figure moving back and forth, maybe an animal because it was raining rather bad. Jungkook smiled and he rested his head on his arm and watched this being move. ________________________________________ <em>It was really late, he should probably be in bed Jimin thought to himself as he felt rain touching his skin. He had been crying for over an hour, his tan body decorated with another green bruise. His father was an alcoholic, but he would gladly take the hit for his mother. The woman was the purest being that god created. Jimin smiled at the thought, he walked under a light post. His vision blurry from tears and rain, the light and stars seemed to glisten in the night. His body was overwhelmed with the feeling to dance.
The small boy did just that, moving his body in fluid motions like the rain falling above. Gently landing on his beaten and broken body, as if they were trying to ease his pain but placing kisses on him. With every twirl and movement, pangs shot through his frail being. His father probably broke his hand by smashing a beer bottle against it, but that didn't stop Jimin from throwing his arms out catching myself from a fall. He felt a peace. Jimin looked up and the endless black sky, his broken lips closed, a smirk graced his worn features. _____________________________</em>___________ 1:38AM
Jungkook saw the object under the light post stop moving. It just stood there, seeming to stare up into the sky. The young boy's heart began to race as the figure walked away from the only light source.
“No please stay...keep me company”
Jungkook said moving his face closer to the glass that separated him from the real world. His hand placed against the see through wall, his called of course was unheard. Jungkook lifted himself away from the sill and walked over to his messy bed. Sliding his warm body into the cold sheets, it felt refreshing. After a few minutes of playing music through connected earbuds. The boy was meet with sleep washing over him, his eyelids hiding warm hazel orbs as they closed and he fell into slumber. Softly snoring as it continued to rain outside. ________________________________________ <em>Jimin snuck back into his room, clothes drenched his body was cold. He rid himself of those materials and replaced them with warm ones. Jimin laid on his bed, there was no blanket to cover him that was taken by his dad. The small boy curled up into a ball, he was only 14 and was practically living on his own.
“Eomma...why did you leave me with him? Why didn't you take me?”
The Busan boy asked as he closed his eyes and felt tears well up. He let out a shaky breath, and grabbed a chain that hung around his neck and squeezed it in his small childlike hands. It was the only thing he had of his mother, a necklace with a star made out of ‘Mother of Pearl’. It was truly beautiful and her words rang in Jimin's head,
One day Jiminnie I know you'll be a star, don't you ever give up.
Jimin smiled and fell asleep not long after.</em> ________________________________________ *beep* *beep*
“Uh.”
Jungkook opened his eyes slightly, his phone alarm ringing without stop. The Busan boy sat up and combed his hand through his rat nest of a hair and grabbed his phone. The clock reading 6:21AM, right then and there the boy nearly had a heart attack. His bus came at 7AM that gives him forty minutes to eat, get dressed and pack lunch.
“Fuuuuu.”
The 12 year old boy extended as he scramble to his feet in search of clean clothing.
After ten minutes of getting dressed, Jeon Jungkook ran down the flight of stair that lead to his room and grabbed making for a bowl of cereal, Marshmallow mateys to be exact. He stared blankly at the wall while he shoveled cereal into his mouth. A kiss on the cheek brought the young boy back down to earth, he looked and saw his mother packing his lunch. He smiled his bunny smiled and finished the milk in his bowl, “Thank you Eomma. I'll be right back. I can't give you a kiss with morning breath” he boy and mother laughed as Jungkook ran to the bathroom.
Winter break had just ended, Jungkook would finally be able to see all his friends, even though they are from higher grades. A smile found its way on his lips as he spat the remain of the toothpaste out. Jungkook heard his mother called him, so he ran back to the kitchen. His mom waiting there with his lunch and open arms, Jungkook took the hint and hugged his mom. Then stood on his tippy toes to give her a kiss on her cheek, she smiled and gave her son the iron man lunch box.
“Be safe sweetly. And Tell Taehyung to pay attention in class.”
“I will mom. Love you!”
And he was out the door, phone in his pocket, pack on his back, iron man lunch box in hand. He was ready. Jungkook stood at the bus stop for a few minutes before he saw one particularly brunette running his way, waving their arms like an idiot. When suddenly the brunette hit someone and they both fell. Jungkook winced and the other person fell hard on their knees. ________________________________________ <em>Jimin was finally got dressed, he quietly exited his house not wanting to wake his father. As he stepped out onto his front porch, before the swarm of kids filled his bus stop. What he didn't expect was a screaming boy running into him, causing him to fall on the road really hard. Jimin's already bruised body skid across the graveled surface, he could feel his skin rip and tear beneath his clothing.
The Busan boy cried out in pain, blood already seeping from the new gashes. The boy stopped and stared at him, he was spitting out apologized at top speed. Jimin laid there, tears welling in his eyes a whimper resonating from his thought.
“Hurts.”
Jimin managed as he raised his frail body to a sitting position. The boy held his hand out to help the other. Jimin gladly used the hand to help himself up, wincing as pain shot through his body.
“I'm so so so fucking sorry. I wasn't paying attention. Oh god you're bleeding.”
The boy yelled as Jimin finally stood.
“It's fine really I've had wo--- please don't worry”
The Busan boy said keeping his head low, as he turned towards the bus stop and began to limp forward. </em>________________________________________ <u>Taehyung felt so bad, he rammed into this kid that looked like he was fucking 10. The boy was freaking limping to the bus stop. Taehyung ran next to the boy,
“Hi...um I'm Taehyung the jerk who just made you fall. Nice to meet you..” The Daegu boy extended his hand with a boxy smile. The other boy kept his head low and their hands slowly met,
“Jimin.”
The answer was short as hell and blunt but it was better than nothing. They shook hands, walking together toward the bus stop. Taehyung looked up and saw his friend Jungkook, “Kook!” </u>________________________________________ Jungkook waved at his friend as he came and stood by his side. The limping boy walked further to the right of the stop.
“Hey Tae. My mom says to pay attention in class.”
The 12 year old said, his eyes staring at the boy. Taehyung laughed as he rolled his eyes. Jungkook's attention was brought back to Taehyung as they began talking about their break.
Soon the bus came and he and Taehyung loaded into the school vehicle. They laughed at the other stories. ________________________________________<em> “Shit.”
The Busan boy cursed as he was forced to sit in the back of the bus, walking past Taehyung the jerk who made him fall. Jimin sat in a seat, cradling his bag close to his body. His knees were hurting so much, he couldn't help but scrunch his nose as a person slide next to him bumping into his legs.
Jimin stared out the window, watching the trees and scenery fly past the glass. He plugged in his head phone into his IPod, playing music hoping to drown out the loud laughing from the person next to him who kept talking about giving it to some girl.
The 14 year olds foot quietly tapped to the beat of the song as they came closer to the school building. He would have to mentally prepare himself, there were some bullies that teased him for being gay. Calling him names and writing horrible things on his desk like,
Fudgepacker
Whore
Slut
And other things that he wished not to think about. The bus was slowing to a stop, as to neared the school’s entrance. A sigh left Jimin's lips as he got ready to stand and walk to his first period. </em>________________________________________ Jungkook stood as the bus driver park the vehicle and opened the doors. Taehyung stood next to him, they were waiting for an opening to push their way past the crowd that stood in their bus. The Busan boy turned to the Daegu boy and asked,
“Who was the unfortunate soul that you ran over?”
Taehyung paused and thought for a second, then smiled, “he said his name was Jimin...I think. Why?” Jungkook pulled his backpack over his other arm and made his way in the line to leave the bus, “I just felt like I've seen him before. That's all.” The younger confessed as him and his friends left the vehicle. Walking toward the building, their schedules were quite different so this was where they would part ways, Jungkook turned and faced Taehyung.
“See you at lunch, Tae.” The boys exchanged smiles and parted. Jimin, the Busan boy thought to himself as he walked in the nearly empty hallway of his school. He had study hall first period, hopefully this would relieve some stress of homework in the future. ________________________________________ <em>Jimin stepped out of the bus, finally. He walked into the school building, hoping to avoid the bullies if he got an early start. The Busan boy turned the corner and began to pace himself on a staircase. When he suddenly felt something...someone grab his backpack pulling him down the few steps he managed to climb.
“Fuck.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a whisper, there stood Jackson Wang and his right hand man Mark Tuan. One thing Jimin didn't understand was that they teased him about being gay yet they were always feeling each other up and making out in the janitor's closet.
“Hey there Jimin. Old friend, Old Pal.”
A sinister smile decorated the Chinese boy's face and he placed a firm grip on Jimin's shoulder.
“H-hey jac-ckson.” The Busan boy stuttered out, pain ringing from his shoulder which was severely bruised from his father. Jackson looked at Mark and they were exchanging words in Chinese. Both the older teens took hold of Jimin's small shoulder and dragged him to the closest toilet, locking him in there. He would probably be stuck in there until school ended, which was around 7pm. There was no point in trying to fight back, the 14 year old learned as this has happened for many years already.</em></p>