you changed.

pass.

"pass." — chapter three

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yesterday we saw each other in the hallway but we didn't acknowledge one another at all. it's a quarter way into the year and i can feel the distance being to thicken between us. did i want this for our friendship? all this time i've been pushing you away, ignoring your calls, canceling our plans. it's gotten to be too much for you, i think. now, you ignore me too. now, you don't try to talk to me, you don't call me, you don't set up plans. i miss our old friendship, jimin, but i can't stand being with someone like you.

you've started acting even more feminine lately. yesterday, i saw you at the store a week ago, and you were wearing a light pink dress and hair extensions. don't you think i know what you're doing? don't you think i know what you are? you're gay, aren't you? i can see the way you look at boys now, the same way you looked at girls in middle school, but more intense and romantic. don't think for a second i don't realize your intentions with me, either. jimin, you confuse me so much. i want my buddy back. i want the same old goofy park jimin that i knew before high school—is that too much to ask?

i see you in the halls again today, and you're fixing your concealer by the lockers. i begin to walk away, until i notice a group of the seniors coming up to you. one of them slams you against the lockers. another caresses your cheek eerily. another grabs your junk. they bully you to no end, sloppily spitting out slurs at you like it's nothing. you remain calm through all of it, but i can see you struggle. i can see past your facade, jimin. i know you like the back of my hand, but maybe you don't know yourself like that anymore. i walk away, leaving you to deal with the boys on your own.

by the time the bell for our biology class rings, i feel queasy. i can't help but gag at the fact that i left you there alone, fending for yourself, when i should have been a good person and helped you. when we sit down next to each other in our seats, i put my textbook up so no one can see me, and then sob softly into the comfort of my jacket sleeves. then, tap on my shoulder. i peer out of my emotional walls that i've built with a textbook, and see you looking over with a poorly covered up bruise on your eye, and a small bit of dried blood in your nostrils.

"you okay?" you ask in that soft voice of yours. i respond with a shrug, because i can't manage much else without sobbing again. you smile weakly, and pat my shoulders. "meet me in the bathroom, okay? i know you don't like hanging out with me or talking to me or realizing i exist anymore, but just this once could you oblige?" i nod, rubbing my snot on my sleeve. just this once, park jimin.

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i just read a cow hybrid namjoon fic and it was lowkey kinda cute ????