What They Don't See (PJM)

0.7

"He will never like a whore like you. Good try though."

The day progressesdas usual. Fast and quick and I was on my way out of school until I was pushed up against a corner outside the school building by an evil smirking Choi Sanghee and her gang of fake dolls who did nothing but to witness our little encounter with great satisfaction. Obeying Sanghee was equal to instant popularity. Guess we all have different values in our lives.

With my back pressed against the corner, I stopped breathing for a short moment when Sanghee's finger kept poking and pushing my shoulder back harshly. A victorious ugly smile of hers infiltrated my brain, reminding me of how much I hated life but of course I would never let her know. I would never ever let anyone notice my flaws, though my whole life was an entire aberration.

"God, you're so pathetic." She laughed which caused the other surrounding girls to follow her lead, grinning with her like programmet robots. I kept my gaze downwards. I would rather die than letting her see my broken facade.

Her laughter stopped as quickly as it started and I felt her breath poking my neck, her face coming nearer.

"Let me give you some advice. Stay in your lane, sweetie. A guy like Jimin is way out of your league so for your own good keep a proper distance." She crossed her arms, enjoying seeing me suffer mentally. Leaning closer, her lips tickled the flip of my ear, sending vomiting shivers down my spine. I could feel her smirk and it was disgusting.

"No one will ever love you." A sarcastic chuckle slipped her mouth before she retracted her face, signaling her little clique of 'friends' that she was done. They left me there as if nothing had ever happened.

I was unable to move after their departure. Frozen in my place, my clammy hands were clenched into fists I wanted to punch someone with. I felt guilt. Guilty that even though I was harassed by Choi Sanghee, I still adored her. I still wanted to be her minus the ugly personality. I still wanted her life. I should've cried, I should've shouted but I didn't. I should've said something, defending myself and telling them to mind their own business. Screaming, that they knew nothing. But of course, I didn't. I'm weak in every single aspect. I gave up. I kept convincing myself that it's just words and words don't affect me but that's a straight up lie. Every single word, every single breath. It hurt more than I realized.

My body began to shiver and shake from fear I didn't know I had in me. I was seconds from doing something I would've regretted later but I was interrupted by someone I should've kept a distance from the very first time I laid my eyes on him.

"Hey Minjae. Why are you standing here?" Looking up, I wasn't even surprised seeing Park Jimin, sliding his perfect hand through his perfect hair, causing it to part and wave beautifully. When I responded with a pair of cold and empty eyes instead of words, his brows furrowed as he stepped closer. He looked genuinely worried and in any other situation I would've been thrilled and secretly happy but I felt nothing.

"Hey, are you alright? Did something happen?" Before I could take a step back from his presence, his hands had already found their way to my shoulders, patting and soothing my stiffened body. I guessed I looked traumatized in his eyes. It was at least what his panicked expression told me.

It was when I woke up. His touch caused me to tremble and instinctively, I shrugged him off, shaking my head back and forth frantically.

"Nothing happened. It's fine." I grabbed his wrists and placed his, what I noticed as, strong and muscular arms down along his sides before grudgingly letting him go and making some distance between us. I gave him a fake and wide smile, glancing at him shortly.

I could sense he was thinking deeply, doubting my answer. With narrowed eyes, he examined my every little move, every expression and it worked. It was obviously that this human being of all, could read me like an open book and it scared me. A little scoff slipped his lips, followed by a short and amused laugh.

"You're a very bad liar, Song Minjae." He cooed, smiling widely. He was getting on my nerves. He was frustrating.

"I mean it, I'm really fine." I responded promptly, digging up all the firmness I could find inside of me. He nodded eagerly while smiling as I spoke, implying that he believed none of my bullshit but was deeply entertained by my effort.

He even crossed his arms in the most teasing manner ever and stared at me nonchalantly as I kept trying to convince him that everything was perfectly fine. I wanted to slap him for not believing me. Why couldn't he just buy the crap I was saying and leave me alone just like everyone else? Why did he have to be so different? Why did he have to look right through me?

I must have looked pitiful.

"Are you done yet?" His eyesmile killed me, forcing all my guards down. I wanted to wipe that boyish grin off his face so badly but that meant I had to touch him and I had a feeling it was a dangerous course.

"I said I was fine." I hissed in between my lips, formed into a straight line. Tightening my grip around the strap of my backpack, my knuckles turning pale white I turned on my heel, heading into the opposite direction of Jimin. If I didn't escape from his way too kind persona now, it was impossible to escape in the late future.

Hoping I succeeded, I sighed deeply in relief, happy that his smirking face was out of my sight.

"Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?" His charismatic laughter neared me from behind and I rolled my eyes, amazed that he could keep on being this annoying.

I turned around quickly, throwing daggers with my eyes, hoping somewhat they they would hit him, however he looked incredibly unaffected by my rare strong attitude.

I looked at him resignedly, almost begging. I had enough. "Why do you even care?!" I half-shouted in his face.

He took a step back, surprised by my outburst. There was a mixture of pity, compassion and sadness in his eyes and it was a combination I hated since it made me feel bad about myself. Taking aback, he looked down at his feet, biting the inside of his cheek before glancing up again. It was obvious my mood change affected him. He looked disappointed, his cheeky attitude gone for good.

"Because I'm not dumb, Song Minjae." He pronounced my name very clearly and lowly at the same, keeping eyecontact with me which I tried to avoid as much as possible without success. Burying his hands in his pockets, he stood up straight with a sad smile on his face, continuing making me feel more guilty and stupid.

"You may fool the whole world with your emotional acting but you can't fool me, Song Minjae." His eyes drowned in sympathy and slowly I felt mine drown in teardrops.

Determined, he took one step forward, increasing the gap between us. I didn't flinch one inch.

"Let me in. Let me knock down those walls that keep you enclosed. Let me be your friend."