Jimin and you were in university, you were a new student.

Jimin was bullied, a lot. While you were well known around campus, he envied you.

His bullies burnt him, with cigarettes and other hot objects, everyone knew, no one did anything. Not even the teachers.

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One day, after you had finished your classes, you were walking back to your apartment, when you heard screams, it was Jimin. You had met him before, a few times, he was nice and quiet, never talking to anyone out of fear.

He was being burnt, again, in an alleyway, you made eye contact with him, the fear in his eyes, his shirt open, filled with scars and new wounds, his bullies laughing. You managed to scare them away, and took him to your apartment to clean him up, he still didn't look, sniffling here and there.

"I'm sorry...would you...like to eat dinner with me...sometime?" Jimin looked down at his body, filled with ugly scars and burns.

"I'm so ugly...I'm a monster." Jimin sobbed into your neck, hugging you tightly. The man was truly broken.