"Why do you make me feel this this way? You're not supposed to."
"Baby, I could make you feel even better."
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Flashback
You were in your favourite classroom (the one where you write), at lunchtime, waiting for that boy who was with you the day before. Yesterday you forgot to ask his name to him, but today you won't forget it. Why did you even talk to him? What prompted you to let him hear your voice? Not even your parents hear it. They often try to get you to talk to them or someone else, but you never make any "progress" according to them and the various doctors they take you to. So...why him? You think it's because he was the first and only person, besides your parents, to talk to you without making fun of you and to approach you, even worried, without even knowing you. That boy must be very strange, but he surely was very sweet. You can't wait to see him again.
Time passes and your hope diminishes. You probably pictured it all in your head, and his attitude yesterday was simply because he took pity on you. You don't want people's pity, you just want someone who likes you the way you are: quiet, calm, and peaceful.
When you get used to the thought that you'll have to feel bad again like 1 year ago, you see that boy with an angelic face coming towards you, with food, smiling. Is he really an angel? Did he come here to save you? That would explain everything. In a normal world a boy like him would never be around a girl like you. He sits in the chair next to you and gives you food. Today too? "Hey. Sorry, I'm late, but my hyungs wouldn't let me leave. I brought you some food, I knew you wouldn't eat because you'd be spending your time writing. There are 10 minutes until the end of the lunch break, do you think you can dedicate them to me instead of your diary?" He smiles.
"Hi." You smile too. "Of course I can. What's your name? I forgot to ask you yesterday." You need to know your angel's name.
"My name is Jimin, but my mom calls me Chimmy 'cause she says it's a good name for people who are fat. You can call me like that too, if you want. What is yours? Name, I mean." Him, fat? His mother must be really mean.
"I prefer ChimChim then. And you're not fat to me, you seem more like a baby mochi!" You answer honestly. "And my name is Y/n, call me the way you want."
He laughs. "You're too kind. So, Y/n, you really do like writing from what I see. Do you wanna become a professional writer when you'll be an adult?"
"I don't know...it's just a hobby. I only write about personal thoughts, I don't think someone would like to read something like this."
"Would you let me read a part you particularly like?"
"Maybe I will let you in the future...I don't feel like it right now." You're sorry, it's way too private and you don't know if you can trust him yet.
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I will still be here tomorrow, the next months, and the year after." He smiles again. You really like seeing him smiling.
He still doesn't know that he's the only person you talk to. He doesn't know that he's making you free. He setsyou free.
