Shhh... Keep it down. I'm hiding from The Bulletproof Boyz. It is only my 1st day in Crow Tit High School. How will I get through my life in this new town?! Come and run with me... let's go!
NOTE: This is my 1st time writing a Fan Fiction. Please fo...
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??: We are going to do some assessment on you. Just look at the camera here. Tell us your name.
Jimin: My name is Jimin Park. I am 18 years old.
??: Well...Jimin. Can you tell us what do you think causes you to be in an aggressive mode? Like what is the indication for you to blow up?
Jimin: Umm. It just happens so fast. It just so sudden that I had to explode. I am sorry. I have no idea what I am saying.
??: Hmm... What are you able to conclude Amos?
Uncle Amos: *Playing with a lighter* I think it is just a click. This boy must have held onto his feelings for a long time. He needs a medium to help me express himself. A sleeping volcano ready to erupt.
??: Umm... Okay. I will put you under observation for a few days.
Jimin: Huh? What?
Uncle Amos: There is no point for further observation, Eddie. I have concluded that he needs an alternative to express his feelings. He is just a kid.
Eddie: A kid that might end up hurting other without further investigation. We need see if there is any effect on the drugs.
Uncle Amos: I FORBID the drugs on him!
Eddie: Then how we supposed to diagnose him?! His parents are begging us for report as proof that this boy might have some 'mental' disability. Or else he will be sent to...
Jimin: I will be sent to where? Am I going to jail because I almost beat up the bully to death?
Uncle Amos: No Jimin. You are not going anywhere else. * Sigh* Fine. I can only one day of further investigation but I promise you there will be nothing.
<At the rehab room>
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Areum: Oppa! Are you sick?
Jimin: Hey my little Apple! I think I am a bit sick. *hugs*
Mrs. Park: I am sorry that I have to put you through this. *kiss Jimin's forehead*
Jimin: I believe this is the best you can give me. Am I going to jail?
