I'm Straight | JIKOOK vs YOONMIN

2 - Park Jimin

After the recess bell had rang I went to my locker and put my backpack in before grabbing my red beanie from my jacket pocket and putting it on.

I figured Taehyung was still in room 11 since Mr. Dickins had asked the boy to stay after class, so I decided to head over there to walk with him as soon as he would leave the classroom.

I hurried through the crowd of students walking around and turned a corner before suddenly bumping into somebody, making the book the student was holding fall.

I apologized as I knelt down to pick them up and I suddenly saw a pair of small hands reach down to those books. The hands were tiny, but decorated with rings. His thumb was the size of my pinky, the difference between our hands was shocking.

What's it a hand condition?

But what was even more shocking was that I recognized the shoes the boy was wearing.

The black converse shoes. It was Jimin. I eyes traveled up to the boy's face and saw cheeks that looked chubbier when facing downward. He had a small nose which looked tiny compared to his plump lips.

I froze as I saw the boy's appearance and he picked up his three books which seemed like they had been borrowed from the school library.

We both got up as he looked up at me and he smiled embarrassingly, revealing a smile that almost closed his eyes. Blush started appearing on his round cheeks and he hugged his books before bowing and saying "I'm sorry I bumped into you, I'm kinda new here"

I bowed back and asked him while fureowing my eyebrows "Aren't you, perhaps, a friend of Kim Taehyung?" He blushed and nodded before I rose my hand for him to shake as I said "I'm Jeon Jungkook" "Park Jimin" he said back as he shook my hand and I swear to god, his hands felt like baby hands. They were twice as small as mine, it made the tension awkward since it was quite hard to hold onto it.

What he wore went perfectly with his jewelry and shoes; he was wearing a blue wool sweater with white shorts and a cross necklace. The sweater looked too big for his petite body but his jeans were still visible under it.

I saw the cross he was wearing and thought to myself "Was he religious? Or was he just one of those people who wore crossed because they looked cool?" before I smirked at him "Well, Park Jimin, it seems like we'll be seeing each other a lot more" He blushed as a response and looked down at his cheeks burned up.

I stepped aside and he shyly walked past me, tightly holding onto his book as he hurried down the hall.

"He was cute"

Jimin's POV:

Oh. My. God. He looked so handsome, I could barely speak. After walking past him I hurried down the hallway, passing many students that were twice my height, and right after turning the corner I stepped back against the wall and breathed heavily.

My heart was beating at light speed, it took me awhile before it slowed down. I told myself "I hope I won't see him often, I don't want a heart attack every time I see him!" and held my cross chain as I prayed to The Lord.

But as I started walking again I suddenly got pushed against the lockers, making me hit my back and drop my books once again.

I looked up to see a guy with mint hair and a leather jacket, he did not look nice. My heartbeat picked up as I held myself against the locker I had gotten pushed against.

The boy came up to me and asked me "How much money do you have in your pocket, right now?" before I thought for a second and answered "A-About ten dollars" He smirked and gave me his hand, openly showed to me like he wanted something from me. I quickly understood what he wanted and grabbed the 10 dollar bill from my butt pocket before giving it to him. He looked down at my dollar bill he was now holding and smiled devilishly before looking back up at me as he stuffed the money into his own pocket "Next time, bring more. If not, you'll have to give up your lunch to me"

He walked away after that and I threw my head back as I closed my eyes, holding back tears of past memories.

This wasn't the first time I had been bullied, but I preferred not talking about it as it was too painful to bring up the scars those people had left on my body. They were were battle scars, but I never had the courage to show them to anybody. Not even my parents.

I looked down at the books on the floor and bent down to them before picking them up, arranging them by size. I got back up and looked around to find that the guy had gone far now.

I sighed of relief and started walking again while watching every single student around me, examining wether i should be suspicious or not.

I always asked God for forgiveness the day I'd get bullied, I'd apologize for letting myself be treated like garbage and not stepping up to those horrible people. The truth is that I was too scared, I barely had any muscles and most of my bullies were armed with eight-packs. And I knew I couldn't step up to the minty-haired guy who had just stolen my lunch money.