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Jimin was holding his cheek while lying on the ground. He couldn't figure out who and why someone slapped him. His cheek was burning and stinging. He's not sure why, but he felt weak in the situation. He worked up the guts to confront the slapper.
Amber was standing there chewing gum with her hands crossed over her chest when he looked up and noticed her. Jimin jumped up as a result of her pulling his hair. Amber yelled, "How dare you look at my boyfriend!" as she tightened her hold on Jimin's hair.
The loud voice coming from the other made Jimin flinch. What he loathed was this. He had no idea Amber was Jungkook's love relationship. Why on earth did Amber refer to Jungkook as her boyfriend when it doesn't even appear like they are in a relationship? Jimin kept asking himself this.
"I didn't," Jimin said, his voice a little bit wavering. Jimin was pushed by Amber when she loosened her hold on his hair. Jimin somewhat stumbled back but avoided falling. "Bitch wants to lie now," questioned Amber as she fixed her eyes on Jimin.
Jimin looked down and said, "No, I'm sorry." Amber approached him and grabbed his chin firmly in an effort to get his attention. "I won't hesitate to kill you if I ever see you with Jungkook, you little bitch," Amber said as she turned and left.
Jimin sighed, realising that because of Amber, he shouldn't see Jungkook any longer. He wasn't sure why, but somewhere inside him yearned for Jungkook and craved him. But he is aware that he will never be enough to even get the other boy's attention.
He entered the classroom and made his way to his seat, but just as he was about to sit down, the chair was yanked back, causing Jimin to fall to the floor. Everyone in the class began making fun of him.
He was aware that this would occur. Every time Amber bullies him, the other students in the class follow suit. His tears were about to spill out, so he slammed his head into the desk. But he was aware that he needed to keep them under control.
He opened his bag from the front and took out his book and pen. He opened the page. Like other students, he always paid attention to his teachers and never misbehaved around them. He intends to work as a kid's teacher in the future.
He is aware that he cannot. Obviously, his father won't ever permit him to be a teacher.
He sighed when he realised how bad his life had become. Nothing to talk about. Nobody with whom to smile. Absence of a crying buddy. He's merely an outcast. He had never wanted to be alone, but the supposed fate had other ideas.
He was scribbling and messing with his pencil on the paper. He did not scribble on the paper with his pencil too hard so that he could later rough them up. As the day progressed, lunchtime arrived quickly. He stood up, gathered his books, and walked out of the classroom.
He started to move in the direction of the stairs leading to the rooftop. He frequented the location daily since he disliked having others stare at him while he was eating. Because Amanda and her alleged buddies once showed up while he was eating lunch in the canteen and threw his tiffin away.
He can still clearly recall how he began to cry as soon as he seen his lunch all over the floor. As he bent down to pick up his meal, some pupils even made fun of him. He has a scar of it on his heart and can still clearly recall it.
Being alone is always preferable.
He quickly opened the door and went inside. He sat down on the bench that was next to the end of the rooftop. As he removed the lunch box from his bag, he sighed. He played with the spoon as opened the lunchbox. He dislikes that he is responsible for so many different things. Being the family's lone son has its own drawbacks.
He prepared to put the food in his mouth when he abruptly heard the rooftop door slightly open. He closed his eyes. What happens if Amber and her pals show up? What will he do if he is bullied here now? As someone approached him, he heard footsteps. He tightened his hold on his lunchbox and spoon.
A hand from behind touched his shoulder. In the midst of his fear, he shut his eyes. In order to observe who had their hand on his shoulder, he turned around while pursuing his lips. He slowly circled came face to face with Jeon Jungkook.
He could breathe easily once he noticed Jungkook staring at him. He was looking into his doe eyes. Again, his stomach turned. A sparkly sensation was felt by him.
What if Jungkook is there to bully him, though? By his appearance, Jungkook always comes across as a little bit arrogant and harsh.
"Do you alway come here during lunchtime?" As he sat next to Jimin on the bench, asked Jungkook. Jimin adjusted his posture and moved slightly away from Jungkook. He didn't respond to Jungkook and instead turned to face the opposite side.
Upon observing this, Jungkook sighed. He anticipated how the other would act. "Hey, I'm talking to you," said Jungkook as he pulled his bag ahead, set it on his lap, and rested his chin there. Jimin hesitated before talking. "Umm-I," is the only thing he mumbled.
Never has anyone noticed him for what he does. Whether he exists or not is unimportant. Even if he didn't knew the other very much he still should answer. He just uttered "Hmm," as he took a deep breath. He then glanced away hastily. "Hmm?" As he spoke, Jungkook fixed his entire attention on Jimin. "What is hmm?"
Jimin nodded and said, "I always come here" while looking at him. Jungkook grinned contentedly. The other's response, at least, pleased him.
"Your name is Jimin, correct? questioned Jungkook. Although he was aware that his question was foolish, he still wanted to speak to Jimin despite his poor communication skills.
As he heard what others have been saying, Jimin hardly coughed. as though he knew that Jungkook was familiar with his name. In the early hours, he did call his name. He believed that the other person was acting. He consequently chose to play it best and responded "Jimin is my name, and how did you know that?"
Jimin observed Jungkook's eyes enlarge at that. To scratch the back of his neck, Jungkook raised his hand. Jungkook said, "Um, I was watching you for a long." Now Jimin was the one who was startled. "What?" While looking at the other, he yelled.
"Were you stalking me around? Jimin enquired as he packed his lunch in a bag, closed it, and stood up. When Jungkook saw the other standing up, he worried and stood up as well. He just blurted out since he was unsure of what to say.
"I'm not a stalker; rather, I'm an unpaid detective."
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