The next day after that incident, I had zero interactions with the others, and they didn't even look at me. They'd just casually pass by me in the halls, no one talking, maybe they would casually glance at me while passing by. I mean, it wasn't a bad thing that they were leaving me alone, I loved it. But I started to wonder, if what i did was a major thing, they're literally not talking to me at all. What did Jimin tell to them? Did he tell them the truth? Well, I don't care, I finally have peace to myself!
Jimin's POV
He laid in the bed, scrolling through his phone. A sigh had escaped his lips as he put his phone down.As he sat up, he winced.Due to the pain in his back after getting slammed into the lockers, he stayed home from school to recover from the pain. It didn't matter anyway, they don't do anything on fridays.
"Fuck.." he muttered while trying to stretch as gently as possible. He stood up, walked to his closet and pulled out some comfortable clothes. His tight shirt gripped his skin as he pulled it off and replaced it with a baggier, more comfy one. He slipped of his pants, staying in his boxers as he sat in his chair.
"Ah..what to do" he said, trying to process the reason why he's at home in the first place. "Ah, I swear, the moment I see Anna I'm gonna stuff her in her own locker!" he sighed to himself, knowing that he was completely buffing. Out of frustration, he pulled a bracelet out of his bag, the one he found after getting saved from death; and fiddled with it to calm himself. He stared at it, his thumb lining the ridges and edges of the peculiar design. He narrowed his eyes, studying it. All of a sudden, he jolted up.It was like, he heard an explosion that wasn't really there. It felt like, as if he had gotten slapped. His chair fell back as he jolted up, blood running cold with wide eyes. He looked around before putting the bracelet away and sitting back on his bed.
"Holy shit!" he said out loud, then immediately grabbed his phone, calling a number. He hummed patiently as it rung.A sigh of relief filled him when it picked up.
"Hey Jimin, what's up?" answered Namjoon casually through the phone.
Jimin swallowed before speaking in a worried tone, "Hyung.." he began.
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Heather:- Ughh, sorry this one is probably the shortest part yet. I'll try doing the next one a bit longer, I just lacked motivation for this chapter.
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𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀(Jimin FF)
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