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4.6✿

jimin let out a heavy sigh as he opened his locker, watching as a folded up note tumbles out. he knows it's another note, one most likely from taehyung or one of his friends - or anyone but his friends, really. the blonde bends down to pick it up, unfolding it without care. he truthfully didn't care if he ripped it, since he would later anyways. the junior chewed on his lips as his eyes scanned over the words scrawled messily over the piece of notebook paper, feeling anger bubble in the pit of his stomach with each word.

i hope you know how fucking disgusting you are for cheating on my best friend. sluts like you don't deserve to live, you know that? go to hell, bitch.

– park bogum

jimin felt the previous anger turn into utter rage; pumping through his veins. the notes and constant shoves and names being thrown at him had been going on for two weeks, nearly three. whilst yoongi had gotten more people on jimin's side, nearly the entire school still hated him and snickered or whispered in the halls. only ten or so people had switched whose side they were on, and even though it wasn't much, just one person would help jimin tremendously. when the time came, that is.

"i didn't fucking cheat!" jimin yells. the sudden yell made all chatter in the hall stop, everyone turning their heads mid conversation to look at the raging blonde. said blonde threw the (now) crumpled note into his bag and slammed his locker shut. "i didn't cheat, god dammit! i was fucking drugged, never would i go as fucking low as cheat on someone." jimin was practically growling at this point, but he didn't stop. he could feel his hands shake with anger as he punched the locker next to his, leaving a dent in it. "so stop sending me fucking death threats because i'm innocent in this situation. the ones at fault here are lee taemin and kim taehyung and his little group of what he calls friends."

the highschooler felt tears prick his eyes as the anger rushed out of him, causing him to lean against his locker limply. the hall was still silent, everyone too afraid to speak. jimin's fist was throbbing and he knows it'll be bruised soon enough, if not already. he lets quiet, helpless sobs leave his throat, sinking to the ground and curling up into a small ball. he hears feet walk toward him slowly before the person crouched beside him, the familiar scent of seokjin's cologne filling the younger's nose.

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"so what set you off like that?" seokjin softly asked, eyeing the dark bruises decorating jimin's hand. jimin was leaned against the sink, his eyes boring into seokjin's.

"i got another note." jimin softly asked. "it just...this has been going on for nearly three weeks, hyung. i'm so over it. i'm experiencing exactly what i did in busan, only not as bad, you know?"

"i know." jin answers. he looks at jimin and sighs. "hoseok is going to have a fucking cow when he sees your hand."

jimin smiles softly at the mention of his friend. he knows hoseok is going to overreact, but he wouldn't have it any other way. "he's going to have quadruplets." the blonde giggles, "ah...hobi, he's amazing."

jin smiles at jimin weakly, grabbing jimin's uninjured hand in his own and nods. "he really is.  you two are perfect for each other."

"we are," jimin agrees. "i'm trying jin hyung. i really am."

"good," jin chuckles at the younger, squeezing his hand. "now let's get to class, we've already missed all of first period and most of second."

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