Jungkook POV:

After I get off stage Jimin tackles me. I laugh “Jimin-ah I can’t breath.” Jimin gets off of me and gives me a sheepish smile. I feel eyes watching me and then Jimin says. “Why is Taehyung watching you?” I turn around and sure enough, there he is his eyes boring into me. I cock my head to the side and I see Taehyung smirk. My cheeks turn red and I look away. Jimin looks at me skeptically. “What was that?” I shrug, he smirks “Yeah okay”. My phone rings, I grab it from my pocket. “Father” my breathing stops for a moment, I pick up the phone. My father’s voice comes through and I can tell he’s drunk. “Boooy Get yourselv hone rign now” My face turns white I mutter a small okay and hang up. Jimin is looking at me. “Kook-ah you know you don’t have to go right you can stay at my house for as long as you need to.” I open my mouth to speak and Jimin holds up his hand, “Before you even think about no you’re anything but a burden.” I smile. “Thanks ChimChim but I think I’m gonna go home, tell the teachers I wasn't feeling well. Yeah?” He nods. I give him a brief smile change out of the pretty clothes and back into my white tee shirt and jeans. I’m so happy that I got good feedback but my happiness is short lived. As soon as I step foot into the house I’m smacked across the face. My cheek stings I don’t have time to register what’s happening before I’m thrown to the floor and repeatedly kicked in the stomach. “You dizguztin’ kyd.” My father slurs as he continuously hits me. I try to stand up but a bottle of liquor is brought down on my head, the glass shattering on my skin and the alcohol burning the cuts. When he finally walks away I stagger to my room. My phone starts to ring “Chimmy >.<” The ID reads, my vision goes blurry. I answer the call and mutter. “Jimin Help Please.” Before blacking out completely

Jungkook POV:

I awake in a room I recognize as Jimin’s. I sigh really what would I do without my Chim? Jimin walks in and sits next to me on the bed. “Jungkook-ah you’re staying I don’t care what you say you’re staying.” I nod. Jimin moved out a few months ago when he turned eighteen. His parents are pretty rich too, they own a law firm. So they didn't have a problem with buying Jimin a three story house that he would live in by himself. He had tried countless times to convince me to come stay but I always refused. I didn't want to be a burden. I had to find my own way out. Jimin smiled at me. “Luckily there were no bruises on your face! I wrapped the ones on your stomach already and applied ointment to the cuts the bottle caused. You’re not going to school today. You can go tomorrow, stay here and rest. I don’t want any argument. I have to go otherwise I’ll be late.” He hugged me before giving me one last wave and leaving for school. I sat there for a few minutes before remembering that Jimin always keeps sketching paper in his drawer for when I come over. Opening the nightstand drawer I pull out a pencil and sketching paper. I draw what my mind commands me too. In a few moments I’m lost in my own world.

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Taehyung POV:

“Kim Taehyung get out of bed! You’re going to be late!” I groan and crawl out of bed. I shower, change my clothes and brush my hair. I walk downstairs to be greeted by my parents. I actually have two dads Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon but that didn't stop them from getting where they are today. My parents are eating breakfast. I take my seat and start to eat too. “Taehyung when are you going to get a partner and stop playing around?” Appa Jin says as points his fork at me. I smile and shrug. I don’t want to tell them about the angel-like boy. I know they won’t stop teasing me. Appa Jin glares at me. “Namjoon tell him to stop playing around.” Appa Joon didn't look up from his phone. “Taehyung stop playing around.” Appa Jin started yelling at him to get off his phone. I left the house the voices of their yells following me into my car. When I get to school Hobi tackles me. “Tae where’ve you been!” He yells in my ear. Yoongi looks annoyed and stuffs the bread he’s holding in Hobi’s mouth to make him be quiet. I smile at him in appreciation to which he rolls his eyes. “Taehyung Oppa!” The voice comes from down the hall. “Run!” I mouth to Yoongi and Hobi. They nod and we take off down the hall. The girl continues to run after us , until Yoongi turns into a room and pulls us all in with him. I recognize it immediately as the art room. “Um are you guys okay?” A voice comes from behind us. We turn around and see Jimin. I nod he’s holding up a beautiful painting.

I move closer to it and the work on it is beautiful. “Hey Jimin?” I ask still mesmerized by the painting. “Yeah?” He questions. The brush strokes are almost invisible. “Did you do this?” He laughs. “What? Yeah I wish, No this is by Jungkook.” Jungkook the angel. “The boy on stage yesterday?” I ask turning to look at him. He smiles and nods. “Yep that's the one.” “Why isn't he with you?” I question tilting my head to the side.