Perfect | JIKOOK

Chapter-29

Jimin's pov.

                 I wasn't really in the mood for parties. Parties had always been worst. The feeling of everyone looking at you and judging you, was always a nightmare. So I avoid attending parties, but I couldn't say no to Jin.

             I asked him if Jungkook was invited as I didn't want to face him yet. I still had some unsettled feelings for him, so I preferred not to go if he was there.

           I half-heartedly pulled out anything that would fit from the closet and put it on. I then checked the time and I still got half an hour, so I texted Rose about when will she be there.

   
       I waited for a reply but when I didn't get any, I didn't waste time waiting for her and left without her.

     Standing in front of my door, I saw Jungkook's door open. My heart twitched at how handsome he was looking in a plain black shirt and a pair of jeans. All ready to go somewhere...

I wondered where he was going.

      His eyes suddenly met mine and I couldn't think of anything but go hug him real tight, as if I hugged for the last time. 

     He looked quite astonished as he stood there at his door and I stood in mine.

       He didn't say anything, just passed me a smile, that seemed broken. He was hurting, I could tell and I felt terrible for being the reason.

But we parted ways for good.

      I was about to say something to him, but he left without even listening and my heart ached how badly was trying to resist me.

      

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        " Oh Jimin, I am so glad you came," Yoongi said, giving me a bro hug, I reciprocated.

        There was loud music booming in the house, a lot of our schoolfellows were swaying hips on it. I searched for familiar faces but couldn't find any. Not even Jin, who invited me.

        Everyone reeked of booze, which I couldn't stand so I stood there, looking at all those happy faces, wondering if I would ever be happy, just like them.

Why is it so hard to find happiness, specifically for the people like me? Why can't the world be a happy place for all of us? Why one should have to be perfect in every matter, perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect body, that's when the world will accept you.

I was thinking about all of this when a familiar figure appeared from the crowd of people but I seriously didn't want to meet her.

Lisa.

         I became instantly uncomfortable and was about to leave she stopped me.

        " Stay, I don't bite," she said, standing beside me.

        " You do worst than that," I spat, but she remained silent.

That was new, Lisa never remains silent or never miss a chance to insult me, so why now.

       " Do I? I don't think so," she retorted but her voice was drained. I wasn't the usual of her. " But you don't have leave every time I am around,"

 
Oh, so that you can insult the shit outta me, I thought, but couldn't say it aloud as I didn't want to make a scene.

        " oh, Alright," I said in more of a sarcastic way and left. I had no interest in her and her problems.