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F O R B I D D E N - J I M I N / H Y D R I D X R E A D E R

*Credit to Gif Owner*

C H A P T E R 1

Rules are meant to be broken anyways....

It was nearly 12 in the morning, rain drummed on the window in a way that almost sounded like pellets being shot directly at the house. The thunder followed close by, its roar seemed to consume the small home with its deafening shrieks. The sky was stained a dark grey, it was almost ironic how much the weather complimented the scene within the house.

Sitting under the window was young Y/N, picking at her nails in concern. The words spoken by her parents were as sour as a carton of milk, left unattended to rot on its own. The stench of hatred surrounded the small home sending a reluctant shiver to dance down her spine. She was scared, she never heard her parents speak to each other like that, so loud, so unloving. The once role models to her future became nothing but scenes in a horror movie.

At this point she only wished their fighting was on T.V, so she could turn it off and not think twice about it. But this wasn't the case, doors slammed, re opened...and closed again. The stomping of their feet and banging on the walls made her wince, and made another tear pile on her pale cheek. She watched the light under her door as their angry shadows passed by.

All she wanted to hear was "I love you"...like it should've been. At times it would quiet down, giving her a warm feeling of hope that it was all over, but another slam and the carton of milk shook slightly, continuing to sit there...unattended and strengthening in smell. She thought to herself that no 10 year old should hear those words...The F word, The B word...The H word. The H word is the one she disliked most. Hate, There was not one positive thing or one positive use for this word, and she damned the person whoever made it. The word made her cringe and cover her ears...and throughout the night her hands never left them. The sound of her parent's voices became unbearable, slight betrayal hit her small heart as she got up. She quietly walked to her closet pulling out a small suitcase, putting toys and little knick-knacks safely inside. She held onto her favourite toy - Niko - who was drenched in her tears and closed her suitcase. Niko was an old desolate doll in which felt comfort around, it helped her sleep on lonely nights. She wiped the remaining tears from her face before continuing. The door creaked slightly as she pushed it slowly; she left the room unnoticed due to their deafening voices. She held back her tears with every bone in her body but gave up when salt reached her lip. Her hands trembled and her breaths were short, quietly gasping for a stream of air, only to cry it out again later. She reached the front of the house, wiping the tears that escaped, and headed for the door. Her mother's voice called for her with confusion. Quickly she reached for her raincoat before turning back to see the shadow of her parents rushing towards her. She pushed the door open and ran, grabbing her suitcase with her. The wheels of her suitcase hit the back of her heels as she ran. It dragged on the ground but she finally gained the strength to prop it on its right side.. Her feet were wet and covered in mud, feeling pebbles pinch her skin as she ran further. Something told her to turn back, but she focused on the dark obscurity around her. The harsh rain hit her fragile body, hitting off her raincoat. Its small pitter-patters eased her anger, she squinted trying to see through the fast coming raindrops that seemed to look like long streams of water instead of millions of drops. She stopped and looked around, hearing her own heart beat rapidly, but not from the running...she was lost. Fear made its way up her throat and gripped onto the tip on her tongue, allowing a whimper to leave her lips.

She regretted the idea of being a runaway, she wanted to be in her mother's arms and be read a story by her father...she wanted to go home. She tugged on her suitcase and continued to walk. Behind the rain was a flickering streetlight hiding behind a large tree. It was her only source of light, and frankly enough it gave her at least a direction to follow. The streetlight flickered once before it completely went out. All went dark again. Now again, she was hopeless. She kept walking, hearing the pebbles sink into the dirt beneath her feet. She pushed a few low branches that reached out to her from what seemed to be a jungle to her, and revealed an open area of her street. At least she knew she was still close to her house, but far enough to have time to think. She knew, a little girl like herself shouldn't be roaming around at night in a world full of dangerous souls, but at that moment she wasn't scared. In the open area there was a small crater in the middle where she could huddle and hide for a while. The little girl placed her suitcase on the wet ground and picked up a small flower. She began to pick the petals off one by one. She smiled as all the memories of her and her happy parents appeared with every petal removed. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up so the fresh rain would hit her skin. The sound of thunder made her jump; she opened her eyes seeing a streak of lightning flash across the sky. She always loved the rain, it helped ease her nerves, but what she disliked was what usually followed, the shrieks and lights that illuminated the sky. Her body tensed as another roar shook the ground. She picked up her suitcase once again and lightly threw it into the crater, where she planned on staying until the storm ended. A quiet 'oomph' came from a dark corner of the crater. A small hand pushed her suitcase aside before moaning.

"What was that for?" A little boy groaned rubbing his head.

"I could've died"

She looked at him, taking a step back. The boy blew a strand of his black hair from his face and crossed his arms irritably. She continued to look at him in astonishment. His eyes were like of liquid honey. His gaze was soft rain on petals, the sky lightening after a storm, completely and utterly comfortable. He wore a bright red sweater that highlighted his eyes. From just his eyes, she could tell he was a hybrid of some sort. Throughout the years her town slowly rid of them so it was rare to see one, and frankly against the law to be near one. For a moment all she wanted to do was run from his sight, something which her parents strictly told her to do if she ever saw one. She was young, but not stupid, she knew fleeing would not go in her favour, he could easily grab her by her feet and drag her into the crater to her death.

His little black ears were pushed back in confusion.

"Don't you talk? ...Are you one of those mutes? Sign me something I learned stuff watching the others kids do it!" He said enthusiastically. He moved his hands showing her what he knew,

"That means grandpa...or maybe that was thank you?" He said furrowing his eyebrows, the small boy focused on the ground, thinking.

"Oh!" He said loudly, making the little girl jump. He raked his fingers through his drenched hair and it bounced back to the front of his face.

"It means thank you, see? I know my stuff" He smiled, getting up and walked towards her.

"I'm Jimin," He said extending his small hand; small scars were around his tiny fingers.

"Y/N." She said quietly, keeping her distance. Jimin looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"...So you aren't a mute? I wasted 5 minutes figuring that out" He sighed, turning on his heel and walked back to his spot.

"Shouldn't you be home, with your mommy?" He mocked. Y/N sent him a glare and folded her arms.

"I'm doing perfectly fine by myself thank you" she huffed,

"Alright jeez" He raised his arms in surrender, there was something about this boy that made her blood boil, but also feel comfortable. Jimin sat down cross-legged and picked at the ground.

"How old are you?" she asked sitting down on the floor, he moved his fingers giving her a smile. Confused, she gave him a look.

"It means 'I am 13' " He sighed; rolling his eyes and placed his hands on his knees.

"Sorry I don't speak finger language" she giggled watching his face mold in annoyance.

"It's called sign language...not finger language...and you don't speak it" He mumbled.

"How about you?" He propped himself on his knees,

"10."

"10? Wow" He got up and picked up her suitcase.

"Yeah? What about it?" she huffed back. He passed Y/N her suitcase and shrugged,

"Thought you would be older"

Silence filled the space between her and Jimin, the rain had stopped and only the droplets on the leaves fell. It slowly became awkward for her, feeling it suffocate her slowly.

"Hey!" Jimin said cheerfully, breaking the silence.

His hands were up again and his thumb went up.

"That's 10 in sign language!"

"Why do I need to know that?" she said uneasily.

"I dunno...you might need it someday" He said shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh really? Like when?" she said raising an eyebrow.

"You..." he started, pointing his finger at her,

"Have a lot of sass for a 10 year old...are you sure you're 10?"

"I'm sure" she replied with a small giggle.

"Alright well anyways, you might need it when...." He trailed off, thinking of a scenario.

"When you're gardening...and you need to pick 10 carrots because that's how much you love carrots...and the cashier lady is mute AND deaf so she points at the carrots and you need to tell her how many because she thinks you're stealing...THAT is when the thumb goes up and you can leave with your 10 carrots" He folded his arms proudly.

"Any objections or concerns about that scenario?"

"Well...you could also go to another cashier who I presume would be around and ask them to count them OR I can ask that said villager and ask them to tell the mute-deaf lady I have ten carrots or if worse comes to worse...instead of just putting up my thumb, I can put up all my fingers because that too, equals 10." she said with a smirk. His ears shot up in surprise.

He looked at her blankly.

"Alright smartass, don't come to me when that happens and you're stuck there with 0 carrots and an angry mob of employees following you."

"Fine" She said smiling.

"Why are you out here?" she asked him, Jimin smile faded and looked at the ground.

"I could ask you the same question" His voice became bleak and sad, she damned her curiosity knowing she shouldn't have asked.

"Parents" she sighed, crossing her legs and rested her head in her hands.

"People," Jimin added, sitting back down on the wet ground.

"They always call me a half-breed, I've never been accepted as human or part of this stupid ass town" He sighed, making drawings on the ground with his nail.

She stayed quiet, letting Jimin think to himself for a while, it was a hard topic so she let him have some privacy before speaking. The silence came back, but this time it wasn't awkward.

"I'm sorry" She whispered, shuffling closer to him.

"I really am." she placed her hand on his knee; he lifted his head and looked at her. she realized features she didn't see before, how his hair was a more of a dark chocolate than black, his eyes were sweet and innocent as they looked into hers. A small part of her found him adequately attractive but she pushed those thoughts away, she couldn't bare find him more attractive because she feared he would roam her mind and slowly drive her further into his eyes...the ones that swirled like melted chocolate. Finally noticing she was staring at him for too long, she pulled her hand away from his knee and shuffled back slightly.

She never felt the way she did when she looked into his eyes, her heart began to flutter and she began to feel nervous. She never once had a boyfriend, as it wasn't her main priority, she never had a crush or even the slightest liking to any boy in her class...but something about Jimin made her think otherwise.

"You know I'm here for you, right?" she said from a comfortable distance.

"We just met?" He said quietly.

"So? How do you think people become friends?".

"Friends?" Jimin propped himself up slightly, paying attention to what she was saying,

"Yeah, friends!"

"You wanna be friends with me?" He said curving his lips into a smile.

"Why not? We've been talking like friends" Jimin stood up and extended his hand again...just like when they met earlier.

"Friends?"

She smiled shaking his hand.

"Friends."

Her smile soon became a frown when she heard her parent's calls.

"Shoot it's my parents!" she said crouching down; Jimin placed his hand on her shoulder and called out.

"She's over here!"

She pushed him away and began panicking, her heart pounded as she picked up her suitcase.

"Why did you do that! I thought we were friends!" She said trying to run past him. He blocked her way and looked at her, instantly she looked to his eyes.

"I am your friend. And as a friend I only want the best for you" He said holding only her shoulders.

"Your parents love you, don't do this to them...talk to them and maybe things will get better. Trust me, don't lose the parents you have...consider yourself lucky that you have both" Jimin said with a small chuckle.

"Come here tomorrow after supper and we can hangout" He continued, still holding onto her shoulders.

"No promises, I'm probably going to be grounded" she giggled,

"Then I'll come everyday until I see you" Jimin said embracing her in a tight hug. He took her off guard but she finally hugged him back.

"See ya later, friend, and next time don't hit me with your suitcase, it's like you carry bricks or something." He said rolling his eyes.

"See ya, friend" she replied and with that she jogged to her parents hearing them sigh in relief, each embracing her in a hug. she turned back to where her and Jimin talked for what seemed like hours but saw no one there.

"Thank you, Jimin" she whispered to herself as she walked away from the park. With every step home she wondered if she was ever going to see her friend again.

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Let me know if you’d like me to continue. I hope you enjoyed :-3

- V

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