it's overwhelming. the amount of people feels like it's doubled since the last time he was here. either way, he doesn't take much time to think about it. all he does is grit his teeth and follow the crowd. the sound is deafening. so many voices. so many words. too many bodies. his chest feels tight. like someone is constantly pushing down on it with all their strength. the slightest bit of ache leaks into it with every step he takes. is this what anxiety feels like? suddenly, he feels dizzy. his eyes seem to unfocus as everything around him grows brighter. his head feels fuzzy. nevertheless, taehyung manages to find his first class, though, feeling drunk and absent. the male finds a seat at the back and settles down, throwing his backpack at his feet. the world seems to quiet. no one else is here. a soft feeling washes through him. he tilts his head. there's someone in front of him, obviously speaking, but, he can't hear the other boy. he feels trickles of tears cascading down his face. now, he realizes why the male approached him. does he actually care? no. of course he doesn't. why would someone care about him? it's just unusual to see someone crying. soon, taehyung bets that this person will make his life miserable. no one has ever been there to help him. no one will ever be there to help him. the only person that ever cared was jimin. jimin is dead now. and it's all his fucking fault. he should be the dead one.
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Fanfiction"jimin wrote his suicide note...in my journal," ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs, sᴛᴏʀʏ ɪs ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ (vmin/vkook) Edit: Decided after years to edit some parts of this story. I won't delete it in case anyo...
