School Boys

Chapter One: Park Jimin (Edited)

Jimin P.O.V

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.

The Sound of my pencil scratching against my paper is the only thing I can hear in the quiet library. The word soothing comes to mind. Why? Well, because the only thing I find comfort in is my studies. I can relax while doing homework and think about how hard the next test in math will be. I like the feeling that in math I can find a quick solution in every problem given to me but in life....well let's say I'm dead meat there. (I laughed at this so much when writing it).

Why can't life be as easy as solving a math problem? Instead, I'm left with problems that can't be answered as easy as 2+2. I'm left with bullying, insecurities, fear of not being loved by anyone, and betrayal. I've learned throughout the years to trust someone was like, I don't know, giving someone your body and saying 'Hey, carry me through the Grand Canyon and while you are at it make sure you don't drop me while climbing the tower of rocks.' Never trust anyone, not even yourself. 

Bullying? Well, that probably doesn't need an explanation, but, I'll give you one. Me being a little over 5 feet and in high school can become a problem sometimes. Like when you are eating your lunch, and someone that is 6'3 comes over and takes the delicious sandwich you were eating and puts it over their head telling you 'Come on man, you can do it. The little blue engine did.' And making you starve because you can't reach the food you were once eating. Oh, also the classic 'Do my homework' bullying. Geez, people never learn that if you are going to force someone into doing your homework, then you might as well fail the class. It shows on your test grades.

Insecurities are something that comes along when you are growing up. It's a natural feeling. Pretty sure everyone knows what they feel like, awful right. But these insecurities create a more significant problem.... my fear of not being loved and being lonely. Yes, I have a loving mother and father, but sometimes the human mind creates this little fear when there is entirely nothing to be afraid of.

 SNAP!!

The sound of my pencil lead breaking takes me out of my trance, and I realize that it has gotten dark outside. I pack my backpack up and walk out of the library. The crisp October air hits my face, and I smile. The air always feels nice in October. My house is located five blocks from the school and its library, so it only takes me about ten minutes to get home. I see the yellow house with white trim and tulips from afar, mother always liked bright and cheerful colors. Walking in I smell the pleasant scent of cinnamon. Mom must be making her famous cinnamon and vanilla cookies. I lick my lips, take my shoes off, and run into the kitchen to see my mommy. Standing at the kitchen island is a wrinkle-free, dark brown haired woman. She has a happy vibe coming off her in bright golden waves. She hears me and looks up at me, her smile growing even more prominent. She wipes off excess flour from her hands and looks back up to me.

"Chim Chim, my baby, how was school?" The joyful woman asked coming over to hug me. I smile, the wonderful eye-smile, that my mother gave me when I was born and hug her.

"It was the great mom. I got a one hundred on the math test I was studying for yesterday." I say proudly, puffing out my chest. Mom just laughs at this and goes back to making her cookies.

"Your dad should be home before dinner, he got caught up in a meeting and will be a little later than usual." I nod and walk over to the fridge to get a box of strawberry milk. I open it and savor the sweet taste of the milk. Mom looks up at me and widens her eyes, "Park Jimin! What have I told you? One strawberry milk a day. That is your second one! Give it to me. No more for you, son, and you are not allowed any tomorrow either," she yells at me. I groan and whine and beg for her to let up the punishment for not letting me have my precious strawberry milk tomorrow. She shakes her, snatches the milk away from me, and drinks the rest. I open my mouth in shock. "How dare you!" I cry dramatically. "Why? Why? Why? How could you kill Chimmy Milkster! I loved him you y-you milk killer!" I fall to the ground, and with one last scream of 'pain,' I die.

I peak open one eye and see my mom in 'tears.' "I'm sorry. I just needed to have your love and only me. I should have known you would reject me even after all the work I did for you to love me! Arrest me! I have done the worst thing possible, I've killed Chimmy Milkster!" She cries out and comes over and does 'CPR' on me to save me from 'dying.' I snort, and everything goes quiet. After a few seconds of staring at each other, we burst out laughing. "Good o-one," Mom says between her laughter. I look up at her with hopeful eyes and ask, "Does that mean I can have strawberry milk tomorrow?" She shakes her head, and I groan. We hear the front door open and close. Coming into the kitchen is a tall man with a few wrinkles around his eyes showing that he has smiled a lot. He smiles, and I jump up from the floor. Running up to him I jump, and he catches me. I wrap my leg and arms around him, hugging him and scream "Dad!". I hear him chuckle. "Jiminie if you don't get off me you are going to break my back." I widen my eyes and quickly jump off him. I smile, and he does the same. Mom comes up and kisses him on the lips. I cringe. "Eww, Mom. Dad. PDA." I say covering my eyes. They laugh at me and kiss my cheeks.

Dad walks to the fridge grabbing a bottle of iced tea and leans on the counter sipping the beverage. "So what is for dinner?" He asks. " Jjajangmyeon and Kimchi," Mom says grabbing the food from the oven. Mom always makes food right before we get home and puts it in the oven to keep warm. I smile and race over to the table. Mom sets the mouth-watering food down, and we dig in. 

After dinner, I had gone upstairs to take a shower. I smelled like strawberries because of the new bath wash mom had gotten me earlier this week. I yawn and slip on a pair of grey sweatpants and a white and blue striped shirt with a little chibi dinosaur blushing. I hop on my full sized bed and roll myself up burrito style with blankets. I smile sleepily, rolling to the right a little and switch off the lights. I wonder what tomorrow will bring me.

Little did he know what was going to happen....

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