KUMAMON KID ⚣ y.mn

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Jimin Pov(1st person):

What just happened? No seriously,you have no idea how utterly confused I am from what happened at school. All of these different questions zoomed through my mind at top speed. Why did he suddenly start talking to me without being so mean? Why did he help me? Why did the school's bad boy have kumamon plasters?

And why was the fact he had kumamon plasters so cute...

Ew,gross. Snap out of it Jimin.

I was laying on my bed, my body completely sprawled out against the wrinkled sheets as I thought deeply about that boy. There was a sense of nostalgia whenever I glanced at him in class.

Sure,he'd probably end up glaring back at me then saying hurtful stuff about me in front of the whole class but something about him makes me feel like he was a part of my blurry childhood memories.

Something about those adorable kumamon plasters and that gummy smile that could make my heart melt.

I always remembered this kid called Suga that would never shut up about Kumamon,but he surely couldn't be Yoongi. Suga would always give me piggy back rides, and take me and Tae to play with... What was his little brother's name again?...Kookie? Tae always liked Kookie. He still talks about his "childhood bunny" now with me. They were the only friends I had. Everyone else always hurts me...

I started to question in my head, who really was Yoongi.

Stop thinking about him. You sound like one of those crazy fan girls.

I wonder where you're hiding now in this cruel world kumamon kid?

Yoongi's Pov(1st person):Warning child abuse

I was still thinking about what had happened at school. I was at home and I was still fan boying over that boy.

Get a hold of yourself,Yoongi

But you got to kiss him again!

Yoongi. You legit just kissed his arm.

I sighed in frustration at the thought of having an argument with myself because of one person.

Jimin

I wished he would remember me from our childhood. All of those piggy back rides and times at the park. I even missed when all four of us together. Watching Jungkook actually meet someone that didn't shout at him for acting more childish than the other kids. But now both Tae and Jimin hate me. I don't have any actual friends anymore. Sure I'm the most popular guy in school but nobody actually cares about me.

I wish Jimin would be my friend...

I didn't even realise I was crying until I felt something pool in the palm of my hands and something warm trickling down my face. I was interrupted when I heard the door creak and small footsteps pattering towards me.

"Yoonie hyung...?"

I swiftly swiped the tears of of my face hoping that Jungkook wouldn't question my actions. I needed to stay strong for him. I was the only person he could rely on so I couldn't afford to let him see me so weak.

"W-what's wrong?"

"I was just thinking about stuff that happened when we were little. Do you remember when we were besties with Tae and Jimin?"

I noticed him unconsciously pout sadly at the sound of Tae's name being said aloud.

He still misses him...

"He used t-to play with me all t-the time but n-no one likes me a-anymore."

It's not fair on him. He hasn't done anything at all and he gets picked on in school just because of the fact he's less mature than other people his age. I tried to calm him down as he choked on his own words.

"Wait,Yoongi! Weren't you meant to get dad's drin-"

Coincidentally , the door of my room was slammed open by rough hands that were grasping onto a beer bottle. The figure drunkly swayed towards us and towered over me making Jungkook shiver in my arms.

"Someone was meant to get my beer...but someone didn't listen," he menacingly hissed into my ear.

I tried to look as confident as possible but on the inside I was terrified of him.

Who wouldn't be?

"So since he didn't listen...That someone needs to learn!"

SMASH

My blurry vision was filled with images of glass shards flying through the air and my little brother crying as well as red liquid dripping off of my head. My ears were filled with my own screams mixed with yelling and Jungkook's crying. I yelped in pain as a felt sharp tugging of my hair at my scalp and then a fist flying towards my face.

"N-no! Jungkook don't watch! L-look away!"

I felt nauseous as I saw Jungkook bawling his eyes out as his dad swung at him for trying to help me. After uncountable kicks and punches and screams, I finally heard the door slam close followed by Kookie rushing towards me.

"H-hyung, I'm so sorry! This is all m-my fault" he tried to apologise through his continuous hiccups and coughs.

I grabbed my giant Kumamon plush and placed it in his lap to calm him down. He hugged it tightly but then he stopped and placed it in my lap. I tilted my head in confusion.

"You need it more than I do."

I couldn't help but embrace it and start whimpering.

I know you may think it's strange for grown teenagers to be crying with a stuffed animal to calm down. But there is a reason we both love that Kumamon plushie so much. It was given my our mother as gift.

Before she left...

Before she committed suicide.

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Bless thy souls that have read/ read my book with the holy power of Namjesus... May all of you stay part of army...

No but seriously people were messaging me saying that they liked my book and I almost fell off ma bed.

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Ok I'm done rambling,bye bye (▰∀◕)ﾉ