Dangerous《A Park Jimin ff》

nerve

I take a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves. Today will be the day, I thought. Today I will confess to Park Jimin.

I walk down the halls, my footsteps clacking against the polished floor. As I approach the classroom, I get nervous. Taking time to fix my hair and glasses, I pull open the door, clutching my note tightly. As the slip of lavender colored paper crumpled a little more, I was welcomed with a, well, unwelcoming sight.

He is not alone. He is surrounded by his clique, all abruptly stopping their banter at my entrance. So much for privacy. Everyone in the dim classroom was aware of my presence, so I had no choice but to do what I came here to accomplish.

"U-um Jimin, I have a n-note for you." I stutter. I hold out the small letter I had written for him. With a unreadable expression on his face, he lifts his head in arrogance, and snatches the note from my palm, now snaking back to my side. He peers suspiciously at my note, before opening it to read it. He processed the information, before bursting our laughing, the dreadful sound suffocating me. Jimin shows his friends, and they begin to laugh as well.

He rips the note, tearing into little shreds. No remorse showing, he throws it down, and squashed it with his sneaker. I'm not feeling so good about this now. He looks at me up and down, before looking away, a look of disgust spoiling his smirk from before. I gulp.

"Mi-na is your name, right?" He speaks. I nod hesitantly. "Well Mi-na, I don't mean to be rude, but have you seen yourself in the mirror? Thanks, but no thanks." He retorts. I feel tears beginning to prick the back of my eyes. "My apologies, but I don't date weak, ugly chicks like you." He sneers. His friends laugh hysterically, agreeing with his every word.

I look down at the floor, my eyes finding the once lavender paper muddled with brown, no doubt from the dirt on his shoes. My fingers dig shallow crescents into my palm, where the note once was. I feel tears blurring my vision, before they start to fall.

Drip.

The tears go over the brim, and drop to the floor. I sniffle, furiously wiping them away, refusing to look even more pathetic than I already did. I hear Jimin's footsteps approaching me.

"Next time, try going for someone who's on your level, I'm sure you'll find them roaming the dirty streets." Jimin says, his tone mocking pity, not hiding his amusement well. He walks out, his friends not far behind him. As soon as he leaves, I let the cries that I held back into the air.

That day, I promised myself something. I am going to change, I'll prove to all of them that I'm not a worthless girl, that you can toy with as you'd like. I didn't know how I would pull this off, but my determination would pull me through. Little did I know how much it would change me.

With tears now gone, replaced with anger, I storm out of the classroom, slamming the door so hard that the screws threatened to bend. This is not over, I'll prove my worth someday.