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Jimin (Point of View PT1)

[A/N: Welcome to the Point of View series! We'll be starting with Jiminie, a total of 3 chapters. The next character is very likely to be Namjoon and the others will follow like ducklings! Hope you guys have been well, it's been a while! :*]

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"So, what is your dream?"

Jimin stares at his new high school counsellor. She is blonde, wears her hair in a braid and looks younger than any other counsellors assigned to day.

"I don't have a dream," he deadpans, the chains around his neck jingling as he does.

"Because you choose not to, or because you don't care?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does," she nods with a smile. "I've talked to kids who don't have dreams because they like to live by the day. I've also talked to kids who don't have dreams because they feel pressured by them."

"Pressured?" Jimin asks lowly, trying not to sound as drawn as he is. He just doesn't see how this conversation is related to a naked footage of him being in the hands of the school administration but the woman has an odd way of keeping him interested.

"You don't feel pressured?"

"I don't like to be told what to do."

"Well, they are somewhat related, I'd say."

"No they are not," Jimin rearranges his seating position to his best comfort, hands dangling on the sides of the black leather couch as he stares at her daringly. "You're talking to a different type of kid today," he puts the word in finger brackets.

There is absolutely no reason for her to chuckle, but she does. "So, I'm talking to someone who doesn't have dreams because he doesn't like to be ordered around?"

Jimin nods, precisely. He likes to be different. Her categories didn't really satisfy him anyway.

"But your dreams are yours. No one can tell you what to do with them."

"In what life?" it's Jimin's turn to chuckle, his one not so benign. "If my dream is to smash the gym's window, are you going to be okay with it?" he waits for an answer and of course there is none. There is nothing but apprehensive eyes on him, and it's annoying Jimin that she doesn't look bothered by the fact that she can't answer him. "Dreams are for losers. Why bother myself with something I can't have? I'd rather shut my mouth and get scolded rather than wish I weren't here and make it unbearable."

Silence elopes the room. Slowly, Jimin slumps to the back rest of the couch, escaping his gaze to the view of the school yard from the window.

He doesn't know why it wounds them so much that two students were caught having sex at school. It was dark. It was empty. They weren't bothering anyone.

The woman gathers her notes and places them on the table, briefly looking at Jimin before signing a form that shows he is redeemed and no further action is to be taken.

Jimin stares at the piece of paper that is handed to him in confusion, not fully able to grasp the situation.

"What... you..." he reads again just to make sure. There was nothing wrong with his sight. She is just letting him go. "Why?" he asks, somewhat upset by it. He broke the rules and she is not punishing him. She didn't even say a word about the incident.

"You are mature enough to know what's wrong with having a dream," she ties her arms, relaxing back on the couch.

"And?"

"Does it matter if I tell you to not repeat yourself? I remember you telling me you don't like to be told what to do."

Jimin laughs. This is fucking funny. "Your job is to tell me what to do."