Diary | Jimin ✔

| entry #1

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"eomma , jeo kalkaeyeo ! ( eomma , i'm going off )

"ohhh." she shouted from the kitchen.

hi , i'm jimin , park jimin. a sophomore at bangtan high , i'm popular among the female students here together with my 6 other friends and we are then called—no , not F7 but bangtansonyeondan ,, which bangtan stands for bulletproof.

i reached the school and female students are already crowded around me.

aigoo , jungkook ah , take them away.

"omo! it's namjoon oppa !" a girl squealed and the others followed.

i let out a relief sigh when i saw a girl running , with her face red , full of tears she ran and ran and ran, not caring the people around here , definitely not caring about her books either.

jiyoon?

i saw a glimpse of her side view , it is her—my classmate , she's different from everyone , she's very quiet. very very quiet. i pick up her books till i came over to a shiny book cover book. i wanted to look inside but—

"oh my !! what is she doing up there?!"

"is she going to jump ?!"

upon hearing those words , i look up and saw her , standing at the end of the rooftop so i immediately ran up in order to save her.

"jiyoon ah!" i shouted.

she turned , "i'm not jiyoon anymore."

"you are and you'll always be."

"no jimin , everyone wants me dead. i atleast should grant their wish."

" but— "

"goodbye jimin" she fell backwards , after flashing a pained smile.

"JIYOON!!" i ran to stop her but it was too late.

her body was surrounded with blood , eyes closed , everyone dared not to get close. only i do.

i ran up to her body and hold her into my arms , not caring the amount of blood that is now painted on my white tee , all i care is her , park jiyoon , the girl who i've always admired despite her quiet self .

"j-jiyoon , why did you do that?!?!" i cried out loud.

sounds of ambulances were roaring throughout the school compound as they carried her body up onto the stretcher , i followed because i believe that i'm the only one who care for her truly other than her family.

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“ days after ”

i went home , after visiting her grave. sitting on my bed , face in my palms , remembering how peaceful she looked wearing her dress in her coffin. (isit a dress?)   it suits her.

i think about how pretty she looked when she smiles around kids at the playground when i first saw her , how she acts cute to make the kids laugh and her laughter that follows the high pitched laughter the kids let out. all these were etched in my brain but no one knows it , not even her.

park jiyoon , i hope you're happy up there , smile always , i'm sure that is a more peaceful and happier place for you than this cruel world. i'll always remember you , your smile , your laughter , your beauty , your kindness , your voice , everything. i ...love you.

tears drip down my face the moment i lift up my face from my palms till one thing caught my attention. her diary.
i took the diary and turn to the first page , as i read about her life , her sufferings.

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