The Truth Untold // Jimin & Jinyoung (BTS & GOT7)

Chapter 3 // Unconscious

"Shut up, Jimin. Mind your own business." I say, continuing my tiring journey to my desk.

"Seonsaengnim! Hye Jin is sneaking into class late!" Jimin points to you.

I felt as though everyone in the world was staring at me. My cheeks were burning, I wouldn't be surprised if they caught fire!

"Yah, Kim Hye Jin! How dare you be late to my class?" the teacher yells. "Not only are you late, you even decide to sneak in!"

"I-I was visiting my..."

"No excuses"

"B-but Seonsaengnim..."

"That's enough Hye Jin! Go run 10 laps around the oval at lunch!" she commands.

"Ne..." I bow down, glaring at Jimin as I return to my seat.

Park f*cking Jimin! I swear I'm going to murder you! Just wait and see.

I lie my head on the desk, feeling frustrated and humiliated. I feel a slight touch on my right shoulder.

"Hye Jin-ah, what's wrong with you today?"

"Everything is!" I groan.

"It's okay Hye Jin-ah. I'll treat you bubble tea after school later. Call?" she pats my back

"This is why you're my best friend, Yeon Hee" I hugged her, resting my head on her shoulder. As I pull away from the hug, Yeon Hee look at me with a disgusted face.

"Yah! Look at yourself. You look soooooo bad" she sheepishly smiles before handing me her phone.

"What do you mean?" I questioned. I grab the phone off her hand to look at my reflection

"OMO!" I nearly drop her phone.

My hair is like a bird nest and my face is like a dead corpse. I turned to my left and ask Yeon Hee if she has any make up. I quickly apply some concealer and blush to add some life to my face. I slowly brush my hair with my fingers and tie my hair into a messy bun.

RIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGG

Ugh, lunch ends. And what does that mean? Running 10 laps around the oval. Great! I walked down to the oval, trying to mentally prepare myself for this hell. I stretched out my muscles before heading off.

6 laps done, 4 more to go. "Hye Jin you can do this" I assure myself.

But I wasn't completely convinced. The heat is killing me and I'm dying from dehydration.  

I need to stop. I can't take this anymore. I stood there, gasping for air. At that moment, I glanced down at my hand, noting that my hair was standing on ends. I am shocked to discover that my skin was deathly pale and that all I could hear was a faint whooshing noise. 'God,' I thought, 'I'm about to faint-'. Everything went black and the next thing I knew I was on the hard floor and my limbs sprawls all around me.

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I slowly regain my consciousness. Looking around the room, I realise I was in the infirmary. I vaguely hear voices of a lady and a man behind the curtains. Curious to see who it is, I force my body to sit up straight and stretched out my arm, attempting to open the curtains. By the time I realised it was too far out of reach, it too late. I had already fallen off the bed and hit my head on the corner of a side table.

My vision went pitch black... again.