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Love Me..Please p2

TAEGI

Taehyung pov
"He hit me." Those words kept repeating in my head as I lied on my dirty bed. My eyes ached from crying and my cheek still hurt from the hard slap. He hit me, why? Why did he hit me, why doesn't he love me back! "WHY!" I cried and gripped at the sheets in frustration, my throat burning from the loud scream. Those past 6 months nothing but a lie! I thought he started to love me, but he only loves my body! That's why I hate my body, it's disgusting! "FUCK!" I screamed, once again tearing my throat to shreds. I started to violently scratch at my arms, something I used to do before I met Yoongi. I cringed in pain when my nails finally broke my skin, small beads of blood slowly dripping down my arms. Why do I torture myself?! I'm so stupid to think Yoongi would ever love me. "Ow fuck!" I cried when my nails scratched a sensitive scar, more blood staining the white sheets underneath me.

I remember when I first met Yoongi. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, this was before I came out as gay. My parents had made an arranged girlfriend for me, she said she loved me but I knew it was all a lie. My parents and my girlfriend had kicked me out that day, so I decided to go to a bar. Even though I am only 18. That's where I met Yoongi, he was the bartender. He took me to his house because I was extremely drunk. That was our first night together and definitely not our last. For the past 6 months we have been meeting each other, he even found me a job. I actually got my own apartment, life was good if I kept those rose colored glasses on. But sadly I started to develop feelings for him, which he obviously doesn't return.

I spent all day lying in bed. I wasn't hungry even though I haven't eaten all day, I don't want to eat anyway. It was 12:30 am, that's the time Yoongi comes over, well used too. Deep down a part of me wanted to see Yoongi, but what's the point. I didn't think it was possible, but more tears began to fall down my stained cheeks the more I thought about those wasted months. All those months giving myself to Yoongi, just so he can treat me like trash. I could've done something with my life, but no, I'm just a stupid kid. "FUCK YOU YOONGI!" I screamed in anger, mostly directed to myself, I have no reason to be mad at him. Yoongi didn't do anything, it's my fault for developing feelings when I should've known this relationship was only for pleasure. I'm basically a prostitute. My stomach churned at the thought of me being nothing but a sex toy, but it's the truth.

I'm worthless! "Fuck me." I sobbed and began to unconsciously scratch at my arms. I hissed in pain when my nails cut open the new scabs, letting the beads of red drip down my skinny arms. "Stop hurting yourself." A soft voice spoke, I opened my tear filled eyes to find Yoongi sitting on my bed, staring at me. I felt instantly embarrassed, Yoongi has seen me naked almost every night for six months, but it's usually dark. Now my bedroom light is on, letting Yoongi examine every inch of my disgusting scar covered body. "W-why a-re you here?" I whimpered trying to cover my arms and private parts, "don't hide yourself, there's no point." Yoongi said. He's such an insensitive dick! He only likes my body!

"get out of my house!" I screamed and sat up, my head spinning from the sudden movement. Yoongi's bored expression didn't change as he stayed seated on the bed. "Do you enjoy torturing me?!" I cried and weakly shoved Yoongi, some of my blood getting on his white shirt. "No." He mumbled, what's wrong with him! "I hate you!" I screamed, my throat felt like it was fucking bleeding. Surprisingly Yoongi's expression changed, he almost looked shocked. "Don't say that." Yoongi muttered under his breath and began to stroke my thigh. I grabbed Yoongi's hand and threw it off of me, "don't fucking touch me." I whimpered, even though I really wanted him to. "I thought you liked me touching you." Yoongi smirked, more tears stung my eyes at his hurtful words. He just came here to make me feel worse! "Please leave." I mumbled through clenched teeth, Yoongi looked down "but I need to tell you something." He whispered.

The pain in my arms was starting to become unbearable, "make it quick." I mumbled. I don't want to hear what he has to say. "I like you, alot." He muttered, my heart stopped, he's lying. "Please don't lie to me." I whimpered, Yoongi turned towards me and grabbed my hands, his hands are so soft. "Taehyung I'm sorry that I hit you, I'm sorry if I made you sad, but my emotions are confusing me, but I know one thing, I like you." He said sincerely, this isn't happening. I couldn't respond and I didn't want to. He doesn't deserve to know my feelings, because I don't want to be hurt again. Yoongi smiled sadly and placed a almost loving kiss on my lips. "Let's get you cleaned up." He said before helping me stand up and leading me into the bathroom.

I watched as Yoongi cleaned my many cuts on my arms. I'm such an idiot. "I like you too." I mumbled, Yoongi stopped and faced me with and smile. Which I couldn't return. Yoongi kissed me once more before focusing on my cuts. Yoongi loves me.