𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 | p.jm

eleven

they had a conversation for what felt like forever and i didn't get a chance to step in and talk.

but eventually i did.

"Jimin," I said, getting his attention quickly.

"yeah (Y/N)?" 

"let's sit together," i say, grabbing at his wrist.

"of course! but this time, petunia is gonna sit with us, okay?" he tilted his head and smiled.

I stared at Petunia who was smirking at me in an evil way. I nodded at him and sat down before both of them.

Jimin sat opposite from me, which was weird because he always sits beside me during lunch hours.

The two, Petunia and Jimin, sat close sharing a lunch.

I felt really sick all of a sudden.

"excuse me," i said quickly, standing up from my seat and sprinting to the washroom in the hall.

i splashed my face with water wiping away my tears of jealousy. I thought he was over her ..

i really thought i had a chance with him, and it just goes crumbling down when i see him totally in love with petunia. I couldn't help but cry more, my tears just wouldn't stop coming.

They were flowing endlessly, like a waterfall. Like infinity. Never ending. it always keeps going.

.

eventually i calmed down and headed to the lunch room again, my eyes clearly puffy.

i sat back down poking at my food.

"what's wrong?" Jimin said suddenly.

"I'm fine." i say, wiping my nose once more.

he shrugged and continues eating his food. He was acting so much more different - so much more different than him. The smiling mochi and adorable handsome man he was, completely ignored the fact i even existed.

~

eventually it was science class and my self esteem was a lot more low that when i could remember.

Jimin came in and caught up to my side. I ignored him though.

"why won't you talk to me (Y/N) ~"

"i told you Jimin, i'm fine now leave me please."

he seemed hurt. "oh..." he walked to his desk, which was unfortunately far from mine in that class.

as the teacher was explaining the lecture i couldn't help but stare at him a few times.

I didn't want to hurt him or anything - but i needed to know if he liked me or not.

does he even like me?

am i even something to him?

i rested my head down on my arms (which were crossed) and i sighed, looking down at my converse.

                                 ...

when the bell rang, I didn't bother to follow Jimin. I headed to my locker and opened it, seeing a note fall from it.

"what the..?" i picked it up carefully and opened it.

"you're adorable. i can't stop thinking of you."

i didn't recognize the handwriting.

I turned my head around in confusion. No one seemed to be around.

I folded it back and placed it in my pocket.

...

eventually i made it home after a few stressful classes and i flopped down onto my bed, sighing.

I remembered Jimin's instagram and decided to check it out.

wow, he has lots of followers...

I scrolled through the adorable photos of his and saw the snapchat filter ones, the landscape ones, even family.

I smiled to myself but it slowly faded after realizing he would never love me.

I liked the photos anyway.