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>>YOONGIS POV<<
"retard."
"stupid."
"whore."
"weird ass fucking flower boy."
I walked through the massive hallway, with my head down low as those insults were thrown at me.
I continued to walk despite these words.
I stopped when I felt my flower crown being ripped off of my head harshly.
I looked up to see, Park Jimin, holding onto my flower crown tightly while smirking.
"g-give it back... Jimin..." I stuttered
"why should I? It's disgusting. Beautiful things are supposed to be worn on beautiful poeple not ugly whores! "
"please Jimin, give it back... I didn't do anything..."
But of course he doesn't care
"beg for it"
"w-what?"
"I said beg for it, like the little slut you are."
"Im not a slut." I whispered, feeling the tears build up
"aww, look he's going to cry!"
He began laughing as everyone in the hallway laughed along.
"Jimin...just please give me my flower crown!"
"Fine."
"Really!"
"Nope."
I'm so stupid...did I really think he was going to give me it back?
With that, he threw the flower crown onto the floor and stomped it until it wasn't wearable.
He gave me a smirk and walked off so as everyone around me.
The pale pink blossoms were now scattered everywhere. The vines that were holding everything together were now twisted and ripped, my heart felt exactly the same.
Twisted, stomped and ripped.
It was stupid to cry over a flower crown, but flowers were the only thing that made me smile.
I went on my knees and picked up the flowers and the vine, neatly putting them into a box with dried up flowers and vines.
