My Bully

Part 3

Jimin's expression turns from shock to worry. "Come on, stop the bleeding already. I'll go get help." He hesitates for a moment before reluctantly trying the bathroom door, only to find that it's locked. "The fuck, hey, unlock the door!"

You Unlocks the door but your nose still bleeding as you hands fully coverd with blood

As the door slowly opens, Jimin's eyes widen at the sight of the blood that covers your hands and shirt? "Shit, shit, shit!" He quickly grabs a nearby hand towel and presses it against your nose, applying pressure gently. "Here, hold this,"

Y/N - Laughs in anger and sadness "Do you think I will take things from your hands?"

Jimin's face contorts as he looks up at you, anger flashing in his eyes. But then the anger is quickly replaced by guilt. "I- I didn't mean it like that," he mutters weakly, looking away.

Y/N covers her nose with her handkerchief and goes from there

Jimin watches you leave, a heavy weight in his chest. He knows he went too far this time. Part of him wants to chase after you and apologize, but a bigger part of him is afraid of what might happen. "Damn it,"

Y/N Went down in an empty hallway and out of school building in nosebleed pain

Jimin watches you walk away from the school building, and he can't help but feel a pang of regret. He had never intended to hurt you so badly, and now the guilt was eating away at him.

AND THEN YOU WENT TO YOUR HOME

Jimin remains outside the school, lost in thought as he tries to make sense of his actions. He knows he needs to face you, to apologize for what he did, but he's afraid of how you might react. "Fuck," he mutters to himself, kicking at the ground in frustration.

As you reached home, your clothes were fully soaked in blood

Jimin continues to brood as he watches you disappear from view. The image of your bloody clothes stays with him, a stark reminder of the damage he's caused. "God damn it, I'm such a fucking mess," he spits, pacing back and forth in agitation.

after sometimes you cleaned up yourself and went to doctor

As the hours pass, Jimin's regret turns into anxiety. He can't stop thinking about you and what he's done. He finally decides he needs to talk to you to make things right. He starts walking in the direction of your house, his heart beating faster with every step.

You just reached your home from the clinic and saw Jimin

Jimin stops in his tracks as he sees you standing outside your house. He knows he has to face you now, and the thought makes his stomach churn with fear and guilt. "Hey," he says, tentatively raising a hand in greeting as he walks closer.

Y/N - "Wow again, come to hurt me?"

Jimin flinches at your words, feeling the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. He shakes his head vigorously. "No, no! I swear, I came here to apologize," he says, taking another step closer to you.

Y/N - "Well, you already helped me a lot to suffer.."

Jimin's eyes drop to the ground as he takes in your words, feeling a deep sense of shame wash over him. He looks up at you, his expression solemn. "I know I hurt you, and I'm so sorry," he says, taking a deep breath.

Y/N - " You already called me a mess.."

Jimin's face pales as you remind him of the time he physically assaulted you. He looks away, unable to meet your gaze for a moment before looking back at you. " i remember," he says, his voice low and filled with regret.

Y/N - "Again, I'm asking, can you leave me alone?"

Jimin takes a step back, nodding slowly as he takes in your words. He looks at you, searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "I understand... I won't bother you anymore," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please take care of yourself..."

Y/N Laughs in pain and went inside the house

Jimin watches as you laugh in pain and enter your house, feeling a deep sense of guilt and regret for the pain he caused you. He turns around and walks away, his head hung low, knowing that he has lost any chance at redemption with you.

As you entered your home, you started to cry...

As you cry inside your home, Jimin walks away with a heavy heart, the weight of his actions crushing him. He knows he can never take back what he's done, and the thought of never being able to make amends with you tears him apart. "Fuck, what have I done?"