What They Don't See (PJM)

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It was with a gloomy face when I entered the school building, my head hanging low as well as my mood. Words from my little brother's teacher were imprinted inside of my head, probably resembling me as dull-looking murderer, people would avoid at any costs.

"We can't let this madness continue. The authorities have to know about your situation."

"Are you even listening?"

"Minjae, it's for Minhyuk's own good."

Once again, I was scolded for Minhyuk's lack of presence in school. I did my best. I really did. Threats about police, authorities, court. They smashed it in my face every fucking time and what did I do? Nada. I always gave them the widest smile, reassuring that everything would be OK and I was going to take care of things. Not once did they think through that I was just simple teenager who needed a life too. How was I able to save an entire family from falling apart? Impossible.

The surrounding students' generous distances and arches around me spoke for itself.

I was too infiltrated with my own worries, a vague tap on my shoulder caused me to jump in panic as I accidently and per instinct waved my hand backwards, my hand getting in contact with a head behind me. The light touch reminded me of things I honestly didn't want to be reminded about.

"Ouch!" What surprised me even more was the sight of a crouched Park Jimin rubbing the bruised area on his forehead with a frown. My eyes shut wide open as I acted instinctively, forgetting my shyness and reluctance.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else!" Not thinking twice, I immediately bent down, grabbing his arm and tried to help him up. Fortunately, he didn't reject my afford.

"Someone else?!" The size of his eyes doubled and he looked shocked.

"If that's how you were going to react, I honestly don't want to know who you expected in the first place." A little smile crept onto his lips along with his eyes narrowing into an unforgettable eyesmile that hit all air out of my lungs. Swallowing the thick lump down my throat, I examined his forehead briefly ignoring his statement in order to avoid further questions.

"Uhm, it's a little swollen right here." Unknowingly, my fingers approached his forehead, grazing the red bruise carefully. His skin was smooth and clean, it captivated me but as soon as it hit me what I was doing, I retracted my hand quickly. I would lie if I said I didn't feel a little spark running through my arm. Jimin kept quiet and I interpreted his silence as a bad thing.

"I'm s-sorry." Ashamed of my act, I didn't remove my sight from my small feet as I turned around and stomped away, embarrassed to the fullest before he could scold me, like a assumed. I could hear him mumble something when I walked away but it didn't sound like profanities and threats, rather soothing words I didn't catch. If I didn't maintain a decent distance in the future, things could end wrong.

I couldn't allow myself falling into a deep black hole, called Park Jimin. If I fell, I was sure I would never get up again and I swore I already had one leg dangling from the edge.