(JIKOOK) - The Beast Within Me

Chapter: 6

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This is the most awkward situation I have ever been in; I never knew that a day would come when I was riding in the same car with the most popular guys in school. Nonetheless, the stare that was handed to me shows nothing but spirit of inquiry. Maybe in the fact that me, Jimin, a literal nobody is breathing in the same space as them or in the sense that Jungkook 'boldly' declare me as his boyfriend. I felt his eyes kept burning into the side of my head, but I carried on smiling at him. "D-Do you have something to say?" I mused; he gave me the same light smile in response, before cleaning his throat with a cough.

"Forgive me, I was just wondering. Are you his true lover or something?" He asked in that same thoughtfulness as before, and his eyes examining my body this time. I felt like I have been molested under his eyes, which was too observant to be comfortable, but I still responded kindly to him. "Yes I am his real boyfriend", I stringed, fake to be exact, but he doesn't need to know that. Those words that I uttered out so bravely was a bit embarrassing to me, I felt even shyer when he gave me that prone look as though I was lying. It hurt me a little; clarifying my own worth as though a residential loser and geek should dear called him the prince's lover. His lips curved into a bitterly smirk that feeds more into my apprehensiveness; to the role in which I lie in Jungkook's life...I know I am ugly and I know I have no right to even be near him. But I hate those looks which judge me without any mercy to the very end; it makes me want to disappear.

"Jimin", the voice which soothed me so easily called, almost as a warm hot cocoa on a winter morning. I stare at him through the rear-view mirror. His deep blue eyes calm my inside, my very soul. He looked concern, maybe because of that melancholic mood to which I gave off. He smiled knowingly, to which I nodded accordingly as he went back to pay his full attention onto the road. I shouldn't be drowning in self-pity, I chose this path myself and to back out now would be quite pathetic. Throwing away my fears, no more scared of what he thinks of me.

"It's Park Jimin", I randomly throw in, and he frowned at the sudden unusual behavior I portrayed before he respond. "Song Mingi, nice to meet you park Jimin", his voice so deep, but I would expected that from his fierce look. He gave me his hands, and I acceptably held it. I thought he would be cold towards me, but surprisingly he wasn't. I release his hands, and what he said after that had me shocked.

"You know up close you have quite the baby face, it's cute". My face heat up shamefully, I couldn't find the right answer to counter that. " Yeah, I didn't know this was Jungkook's type, I thought the hot, flirty ones was up his ally...To think it would be the ones who are pure and fully", another with brown hair, vividly looking of aged mahogany, rich and deep, yet with the subtle hues only time brings. His chocolate eyes twinkled, amusement depth in his face, laughing raucously. They both speechlessly redefined all of my first impression that I had; have for them, not so scary, a bit awkward and goofy if I might say.

"Oh by the way my name is Hoseok, you can call me Hobi though. And those morons over there, is Soobin and Yoongi aka pretty boy Suga~" he guffawed at his own remark, this one seems a bit radiant for me, but he's tolerable.

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I fall onto my bed, loving the softness and the quiet and the sense of rest, as it gives me a nightly hug my bed is the four pillars beneath me, my safe place and cozy serenity. It was a good feeling after visiting a less-exciting class and a shitty part-time job. The nerd that everyone said who was so tedious and love the joyfulness of studying, finding school to be hinder some, I bet they would find some type of fault in that, they always do...Even nerds and the highest average student in class sometimes hate school, it's not an opinion but a fact, it's not shocking either, it's normal...Hating something after a while because you linger with it a lot, is just a normal human attribute.

I breathe, slowly dragging myself like a rag doll from out the bed...Too tired to go and bath, and instead change out of my sweaty clothes, I guess some would say I am dirty and in need to shower, but I don't see anything strange in this, I could do whatever I want and don't have to be bother with anyone. It's an advantage of being able to live independently. I grab on my sweat shirt, and baggy pants, I remove my glasses. Being able to not see so clearly since birth, it's kind of a nuisance, but being able to not see at all is even worse. At the least, I guess Soyeon quote and quote would be like 'it's a joy to not be able to see clearly that disgusting face of yours, so it is a given' in her own annoying voice.

You should stop degrading yourself like this; I mean your eyes are very pretty; it's a shame that it is hidden behind your glasses. The freckles which lightly covered your cheeks are cute as well; you look like a Lily flower.

You know up close you have quite the baby face, it's cute.

It's laughable, to think I actually believe that for a second, how could they look at this face and say that to me? My freckles is the ugliest part of my face, my glasses is a mean to hide most of my imperfections, cute? Me being a lily flower? I was happy to hear that, but it'll never be true, ever.