THE WHITE-TINGED NOTEBOOK | VMIN [COMPLETED]✓

|| Rat in a tunnel ||

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"Ew! He is dirty. Don't touch him," a boy snickered.

"Yeah, a dirty punchbag!"

"Don't your parents feed you? Oh! I forgot you don't have any, to begin with."

"Looks at his shoes! It looks like they are from the ancient period."

"A-filthy-poor-rat!"

The group of children mocked and left the tiny young Jimin in the cold corner of the play area.

Jimin felt flames under his skin. He wants to skin every one of them, alive. His tears threaten to come out as they keep passing comments over him. His brain is pulling out methods to smash everyone that stood before him.

But it wasn't enough.

His will wasn't enough to take them down. He wants power and authority to slice everyone that stood before him.

He wants money to do that.

And that one thing held him back from flashing a sinister smirk over that tear coated cheeks and leaving the arena.

Rain poured heavily, flooding the roads and twigs of trees falling all over the mushy road. People closed their windows and curtains, carefully sliding their kids into a comfortable cushiony bed with thick sheets covering them.

With a coffee by the table, people kept typing something over their computer in the cafeteria glancing now and then, at the pouring heavy rain.

It was beautiful.

It was romantic.

It was cosy.

It was warm.

But the one who stood on those damp tar roads, barefoot without an umbrella over his head knew the truth. The rainwater sank into his skin through the stitched holes in his shirt. He knew how exactly it felt.

It was cold.

It was lonely.

It was dreadful in his eyes.

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Jimin lost his last brains cells. The last ones that were holding him back to mask his emotions. He slips down to fall on his knees. His eyes betray and shed a river of tears.