Out running karma (Jimin X BTS)

chapter 9

It had been 3 weeks since that incident. Jimin was being carefully watched.

Ever since he was at the
hospital, the doctors noticed his heart beats
were slowing down. It
immediately caused panic.

Jimin was forced fed
through a tube that was
connected to his body. He cried and tried to get it off.

He didn't want to eat. He
didn't want to gain weight.

Jimin screamed at them
to get it off as tears of
frustration fell down his
cheek.

The doctors held him
down as they injected him with a needle to make him calm down.

"N-No! I don't want to. Let me go." Jimin's voice has become faint and he had blacked out, a final tear falling down his cheek.

Jimin was finally
discharged 3 days ago and was given time to stay home before going back to school.

Currently, Jimin was
looking at a mirror.
He felt disgusted with
himself. What would
everyone at school say?

He was scared. Of what
they would do to him. Of
what they would call him.

Jimin flinched as his door opened. "Get ready for school." His mother glared at him.

Jimin twitched before
nodding. The door closed
and he put on his uniform.

He rolled his sleeve up
and saw that his cuts were fading away.

Jimin sighed before
rolling his sleeve back
down. He let out a shaky
sigh and headed to the
bathroom.

His bruises faded away
so he didn't have to hide
anything.

Jimin looked at his body
and saw that he had
indeed gained weight.
Jimin hoped that they
would just leave him
alone. He didn't want any problemns.

He swung his backpack
over his shoulder and
headed outside.

He made it to school,
feeling nervous. He took
a deep breathe before
entering. By now, people
were in second period.

Jimin walked to his locker and braced himself for hell. He got his books and headed to class.

Jimin opened the do0or
and all heads turned
his way. He heard people murmuring and whispering to each other.

"I thought he was dead."

"Ew. What is he doing here?"

"Wasn't he gone for good?"

"He would've been better of dead."

"Why does he have to be in this class? He's useless."

"He should kill himself. No one wants him here."

Jimin gulped as he walked over to his desk. Tears brimed in the corner on his eyes. He blinked them away, afraid to get teased.

Jimin suddenly tripped
on someone's leg. Jimin
picked himself up and sat down.

Not even a fucking minute passed and he's already getting teased.

Jimin looked around and
saw BTS Smirking at him.

He gulped and looked
down. He started heavily
breathing, feeling afraid.

He closed his eyes, hoping it was just a dream and that he will wake up. And his father will still be alive.

But of course, none of that could ever happen.
Jimin felt a paper ball
being thrown at his head. He flinched and picked it off the ground.