ugly; km

end.

warning! contains violence, flashback, and vulgar language

-

"ewh, look who's here," the boy said snickering.

jimin was scared. he hadn't seen his high school bully in so long and his head was starting to ache.

"it's that slut who can't do anything right," the bully's friend sneered out.

"hey! say something, bitch."

"why won't that slut respond. is he mute or something?"

he heard murmurs of the students crowded in the hallway and felt small.

'stop,' he wanted to say,' please stop.'

but his mouth was glued shut, knowing if he did speak, tears may fall and make the situation worse.

the guy who had called jimin a slut stepped up closer.

"bitch-" a slap," you worthless piece of shit. can't even talk now, can you? why don't you go and kill yourself, huh?"

jimin lowered his head, tears brimming his eyes.

"hey! STOP!" jimin could hear the familiar voice of yoongi shouting in the distance.

in flash of a second, yoongi was standing in front of him in a protective stance, glaring at the other boy.

"yoongi," jimin whispered timidly.

"hey, it's okay. im here."

but when yoongi turned around, jimin saw the face of one all too familiar.

jungkook was smiling back at him in the place of yoongi.

-

jimin gasped awake, searching around in the dark for something to hold onto.

"jimin! jimin. it's okay, sh, calm down," he heard from besides the bed.

tears were streaming down his face and his breathing was ragged.

it was just dream.

he could feel his pulse rapidly beating in his ribcage and turned around to face jungkook.

without hesitation, jungkook wrapped his arms around jimin, patting his back in order to calm him down.

"bad dream, minie?" jungkook whispered softly into jimin's hair.

with no energy to verbally respond, jimin nodded his head against jungkook's chest.

"would you like to talk about it, baby?"

jungkook could hear mumbling, jimin speaking into his sweatshirt.

"look at me, jimin. it's alright, I'm here."

"t-they called me a- a-"

before he could continue, jimin began to shudder and a fresh batch of tears ran down his cheeks.

"I deserve to die, jungkook! your too good for me a- and I don't deserve you a-and i-I'm just making you s-sad with me. I want you to be happy b-but-"

jungkook cut jimin off, leaning his forehead to touch with jimin's.

"sh, jimin, what did I tell you?"

"t-to say I'm beautiful because n-no matter what you'll love me."

"that's it," jungkook said, kissing jimin's forehead," and what else did I tell you to do?"

"to l-love myself."

"and why should you love yourself, jimin?"

jimin sniffled, his pulse slowly going back to it's normal rate. jungkook's warm arms felt as if he were protecting him from his ugly past.

"why, jimin," jungkook whispered in a gentle voice.

"b-but I'm so worthless and ugly an-"

"baby, I know, I know that your past hurts and has affected you but you also need to know that this is the present, alright?"

"o-okay," jimin responded with a small nod.

"so why should you love yourself, jimin?"

"I n-need to because in order to accept that o-others l-love me, I have to love myself first."

jungkook smiled proudly as jimin's breathing began to even and his shuddering had stopped.

"I love you, jimin."

"I love you, too, jungkook."

"and who else do you love, baby?"

"I love myself."

end.