Let Go √ [ Rewrite ]

15

Taehyung met Yoongi after two months of living in the street. The sky was crying and its tears poured down the lonely street.

Taehyung was shivering. Covered only with his thin shirt that Jimin made him wore before kicking him out day later.

Jimin had indeed loved him. He used to but not anymore. He figured that he was obsessed with the thought of hurting Taehyung and tasting him.

He got what he wanted so Taehyung was useless to him. He would kept the boy younger if only the boy cried and begged him to stop.

He loved the look of fear in the boy's eyes. But Taehyung won't even let a tear escape his eyes after he first touched him.

He was just there. Not saying anything and let Jimin do anything he wanted.

So Jimin got bored and decided to throw him away like some toy.

That was how Taehyung ended up living in the street.

Taehyung shivered and hugged his knees tighter. He curled into a ball. His lips were turning blue and he looked so thin.

His eyes looked so lifeless. The once sparkling eyes were withering away and so was Taehyung's will to live.

People looked at him in disgust and some im pity but Taehyung couldn't just bring himself to care. Even when people insulted him he would just let them.

Taehyung doesn't really care anymore at this point.

Taehyung's sight was getting blurry and he can't barely concentrate. His stomach and head ached painfully.

The rain suddenly stop pouring onto him. He could see that someone was standing in front of him.

" Are you okay kid? "

The stranger asked him. Taehyung just stared straight, lost in his thoughts.

Is he okay?

He really doesn't know or even care about his well being.

The stranger seemed to grow more worried. He kneeled down and put his umbrella away letting the rain poured on them both.

" Let me help you.. "

The stranger muttered before picking him up. He carried him carefully. Taehyung laid his head against the stranger's chest.

The stranger let out a string of curses when he felt how light Taehyung was.
He started running.

Taehyung just closed his eyes and breathed heavily. His chest raising up and down calmly.

There was a possibility that he will get killed or raped again but he honestly doesn't care.

He was just used to it.

Once they reached the stranger's home, Taehyung was laid on a bed. The bed was comfy and it felt like Taehyung could fall asleep in any second.

Taehyung could hear the stranger's frantic steps and the sound of rain in the background.

He could smell cigar smoke, laundry detergent, cheap cologne and freshly brewed coffee. It smelled surprisingly pleasant.

Taehyung sat up. He took off his shirt and the moment the stranger entered the room, he dropped the tray that he was holding.

Taehyung took a good look at him. He was cute. Taehyung thought.

His eyes were dark black almost like Jeongguk's and his skin was pale. His hair was dyed and it looked good on him. Blue suited him.

His cheeks were bright red- wait was he blushing?