#taebby

[comintoyoulive]

taehyung said who is we? we not exo we not one HE can buy ur lunch foh 

[curious-fascinations]

Taemin’s not taemin it anytime soon.

My friend after I showed her Press Your Number.

[bestabsolutemess]

Taemin has me all types of fucked up

[curious-fascinations]

Time for me to go into creeper mode and stalk SM's official website and their official website for Tae so I can know his entire schedule again.

[curious-fascinations]

Taemin is having a what

[fo-xx-fa-ng]

Words

for sifhenderson

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“Noisy people just talking everyday

Even if they frown, they can’t stop us

What are you so nervous about?”         -B.A.P(BangBang)

[WARNING! Mental abuse and sexual harassment are in this story. If it bothers you please do not read further. There is a content ending, though.]

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Taehyung hates this. Hates. Hates. Hates.

He hates the people staring and pointing and whispering like Taehyung can’t hear them say all of their nonsense. Two. Feet. Behind. Him. He just has to remember what Jiminnie’s said to him before “They’re just jealous, Taetae. Keep your head held high and go about your own business. Let them talk their shit. Let them strain their brains for weak insults. Let their words go in one ear and out of the other. Let their insults be your strength. Don’t let them break you. You are loved. So completely loved, Taetae. Never let their words make you forget that, okay?”

He’s trying, he really is. But it’s not easy to do that when he doesn’t have Jimin walking next to him down the hall, giving everyone looking at them snidely a bright smile, flicking them off and telling them they can “frolic their pompous asses elsewhere because their opinions don’t mean shit.”

But Jimin is an idiot and has gotten himself suspended for two weeks. One week for two separate reasons: one for punching someone in the face and one for getting caught with his older “shouldn’t-be-on-a-high-school-campus” boyfriend in a compromising way.

Taehyung is pulled from his thoughts as he’s shoved roughly into one of the lockers lining the hallway, looking up quickly to stare into a face he’d recognize anywhere.

“Where’s you bitch, freak?” Youngjae smirks, pressing Taehyung further into the locker, “Why isn’t he here to guard your worthless ass?”

A friend of Youngjae’s, Yongmin if Taehyung can remember correctly, cackles, smirking at Taehyung form over Youngjae’s shoulder, “I bet he realized what a useless waste of space you are and ditched you.”

“I heard he got caught fucking some dude by the Dean in an empty classroom.” Another friend of Youngjae’s that Taehyung can’t remember the name to sneers, giving Taehyung a look of disgust, “Aren’t you a fag, too? What? Did he hit it and quit it? Everyone knows he’s a slut, now. People are going to assume you’re a slut, too.”

Taehyung clenches his jaw, wanting so very desperately to correct their inaccurate assumptions of Jimin, but knowing better than to say anything to instigate them.

Youngjae pushes him harshly, leaning into Taehyung’s space, hovering closer, eyes unreadable, “I bet the freak is just as much a slut.”

Taehyung flinches as Youngjae closes the small distance between them, his heartbeat frantic, eyes widening in panic when he feels hot breath near his ear.

“I bet you’d like it rough, right, freak? You’d probably enjoy being fucked raw. Like for someone to hold you down as they force that pretty mouth around them.”

Taehyung tries to pull away from where Youngjae is pinning him against the licker, whimpering lightly when he just gets pushed harsher, the locker’s ridges digging into his back painfully. Taehyung is scared. So scared. This has never happened to him before. Youngjae had, once in their first year, mockingly hit on Taehyung, making Taehyung uncomfortable. But Jimin had been there, wrapping one arm around Taehyung’s waist, the other shoving a surprised Youngjae away with a “bitch please, like you’re worth Taetae’s time.”

Taehyung is so very aware of how Jiminless he is right now as Youngjae’s friends give him leering looks before glaring at anyone that looks at the four of them for too long, allowing Youngjae to run his tongue up Taehyung’s neck while running his free hand down the front of Taehyung’s thigh, drifting too dangerously close. Taehyung cab feel tears welling as he realizes what’s happening to him, knowing no one will go out of their way to help Taehyung; freak friend of the school’s slut.(Which is complete bullshit because Jimin lost it to Yoongi when he was sixteen and they’re still in love two-almost three-years later)

Youngjae bites at Taehyung’s ear sharply, giving a mocking laugh when Taehyung gives a watery whimper as tears finally fall from his tightly shut eyes. “I should take you to the bathroom and just bend you over the toilet. No one’s going to say anything. No one’s going to care about me fucking you against the bathroom stall. They’d probably expect it from the slut’s friend.”

Taehyung gives a frightened gasp, shaking slightly when Youngjae roughly palms them front of Taehyung’s school slacks, “What does the freak have to say to that?”

“I don’t know about him, but I think you should back the hell off before I hit call.”

Youngjae and his two friends look at the new voice in anger that quickly turns to horror when the numbers for the police are already dialed on the stranger’s phone, one slender finger hovering over the green call button, one eyebrow raised in challenge while still glaring at them in disgust.

As Youngjae and his friends scramble away and a small portion of the student body now watching in interest, Taehyung’s trembling legs finally give out on him, dropping out from under him, the new person’s arms the only thing stopping Taehyung’s face from meeting the hallway floor.

Taehyung jerk away with a whimper, collapsing against the lockers on the floor, curling in onto himself in fear, not knowing what to expect.

“There’s nothing to see here, you can all carry on your merry way. Bye. Shoo unwanted and unhelpful spectators.”

Taehyung flinches violently when there’s a gentle, barely there touch to his shoulder, looking at the stranger with wide, watery and frightened eyes.

“Hey, hey. Shh. I’m not going to hurt you. But we need to move you somewhere else. Class is going to start soon and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone.” Taehyung stares blankly at the gentle, bunny-toothed smile that is now being directed towards him, “Can we hide out in the library, maybe?”

Without waiting for Taehyung’s response the new person gently grabs Taehyung’s still shaky hands, carefully coaxing Taehyung into a standing position, smile still present, still soft and encouraging. “I’m Jungkook, by the way. Just transferred in.”

Taehyung rips his hands away immediately, eyes watering once more when Jungkook gives him a surprised questioning, almost hurt, look. Taehyung shakes his head violently, tears falling once more, “Y-You shouldn’t-shouldn’t-Everyone s-says I’m-I’m a freak and-and Minnie’s a-a slut. You-You shouldn’t-we’re not-not-Don’t-“

Jungkook covers Taehyung’s mouth with his hand, using the other to pry Taehyung’s bag from his white-knuckled grip, slinging it over his own shoulder, giving Taehyung that same soft smile, causing Taehyung to relax slightly, “Noisy people talk shit every day, all day. They’re just jealous of other people. I don’t give a fuck about what other people say. I’m me, you’re you, they’re them. Other people don’t make my choices for me. Fuck that. Fuck them. I don’t give. A. Fuck. Understand?”

Taehyung gives a hesitant nod at the serious look Jungkook gives him, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Jungkook smiles again, “Good. Now. Where is the library?”

[luchanniepancakes-blog]

Need more 2min blogs to follow,,, some 2min smutt would also be nice

[jong-fetti]

All jokes aside I'm sure all Shawols are unbelievably proud of Taemin, even if you like his comeback or not. This boy went from singing no lines and getting so much shit about singing to have his own album. Lee Taemin deserves this